Interlude: Dare to dream and voyage to the stars, Nanashi

[Disclaimer: I do not own Linkin park's "breaking the habbit"]

Memories consume,
Like opening the wound,
I'm picking me apart again

You all assume, I'm safe here in my room,
unless I try to start again

I don't want to be the one
the battles always choose

'Cause inside I realize
that I'm confused

I don't know what's worth fighting for
or why I have to scream

I don't know why I instigate and say
what I don't mean,

I don't know how I got this way,
I know its not alright,

So I'm breaking the habbit,
I'm breaking the habbit,
tonight

[Linkin Park]

The sky was so full of stars that dazzled his young mind. An endless ocean of stars beggin him to come and join them. He had no home, no family, no life of his own truly worth living. He had not even a name of his own. This however, never really bothered him in the least. All that mattered to him was going to outer space to join the stars. But he could never quite figure out how to do so.

So he wandered from place to place, with noting but the clothes on his back to call his own. His green eyes haunted him, his hair was in the strangest style he had ever seen and his expression was that of a blank one. The young man stared at himself in the rippling reflection of a pond and wondered constantly where he got his eyes from.

Day in and day out, He traveled across vast hill tops covered with the greenest grass he had ever seen in his life. It looked so clean. His green eyes stared down at his small hands, they were covered in soot and mud and it traveled under his fingernails. He envied the green grass, it was clean. Cleaner than he.

Unable to withstand the hear barring down on his back, the green eyed boy too refuge under a decent sized tree with enough leaves to shade him from the sun. The fatigue and thirst he wished to be rid of was the cause of his tiredness, closing his eyes he submitted to his sleepiness.

When he opened his eyes, he was not under the protective shade of the tree. Instead he found himself surrounded by hundreds of people looking down on him with expressions of awe and joy. He laid on his back staring up curiously at the nameless faces that examined him.

I wonder if they're looking for something? He thought. Perhaps they too faced the same dilemma as he did. He knew none of the nameless faces looking down at him except one; standing behind the crowd of spectators. No sooner than her arms reached down toward him a smile strangely enough graced his face for the first time since he could rememeber.

She placed her hands on his sides and lifted him from off his back and into the air. He couldn't explain it but he felt an unknown emotion bubbling up inside him, he couldn't contain it. He let out a joyous laugh as he tried to focus on the woman's face that was obscured by blurrinesss. He knew who she was, but he couldn't remember her face or her laugh. Not even her scent.

But her eyes were the one thing he could make out, because they were the same green as his were. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing but a funny jibberish uttered from it. He reached out and touched her face, the first thing he noticed were that his hands were smaller and much chubbier.

He felt her face but he couldn't remember the feeling, it was so alien to him and yet so familiar. Tears began to well up in his eyes as the fustration of never knowing who this woman was getting to him. She pulled him close and began to rub his back, it comforted him for the time being and soon after darkness was all that surrounded him.

When he awoke, he found himself back under the tree. It was just a dream? He wondered in confusion staring down at his filthy palms. The strange senation of touching that woman's face was still warm on his fingertips. Reaching up to his face, he rubbed the sleep from out of his eyes before noticing a large truck not far away from the tree he resided under.

Since it was within walking distance the young man decided there was no harm in checking out the situation. Rising from his sitting position, he started down the hill toward truck. He was surprised to find someone else besides him out here in the vast vallies traveling about. Maybe whomever owned the truck could help him find what he was looking for.

The little boy picked up his pace with a spring in his step as he made his way across the seemingly endless hill and came to a halt the second he spotted a man beside the truck tightening a rope through a loop. The little boy's green eyes examined the huge shape of the object covered by a huge blanket of some sort before resting his sights on the middle-aged man. The middle-aged bore a scar on his left eye, had a receeding hairline and had a fuzzy beard covering his face. The man looked up at him with a surpried twinkle in his eyes before he spoke to him.

"Got a home?" The middle-aged man asked. The green-eyed boy shook his head 'no'.

"A family?" A shake of the head was the boy's second response.

"Got a name kid?" Was the bearded man's final question. Once again the boy shook his head 'no'.

The man looked sympathetic toward him. At the time the little boy didn't know what the meant or even how to know when someone was showing sympathy toward anybody. "No name huh?" The man said with a sigh. The green-eyed boy nodded his head. The middle-aged man sighed again, he headed toward the passenger's door of the truck and opened it.

"It'll be dark soon, and if you don't mind, I'd like to take you with me," The middle-aged man explained. "But since I can't force you to come, I'm asking if you'd care to join me." With a strange look in his green eyes the little boy made his way toward the truck. The man smirked and hopped in through the passenger's seat sliding over to the drivers seat.

The boy climbed up into the passenger's with strenuous effort then let the middle aged man fasen the seat-belt around his waist. The man started the truck and they were soon on their way through the grassy plaines. The little boy looked up into the evening sky knowing it would a cloudless star-filled night. As long as there were stars in the sky he would continue to dream to join them.

Space.

It must be so much better up there than here on earth.