Disclaimer: Sonic and all related characters belong to Sega and not me…
Yes, I decided to change this… I didn't know where to pick up with the last one, so I started again… with kind of a new style…
I hope you like it…
It was cold…
Oh, so cold…
The sun glared down on the world, dancing around his feet like a happy kitten.
Yet it was still so cold.
He had felt the warmth he had longed for all of his life, for only what seemed like a second.
The world was mocking him, laughing its screeching laugh at his misery, taunting him with a sprinkle of freedom at the tip of his tongue.
It was no where near enough to make up for his lost childhood, but enough to make him realise of its existence, to make him know he wanted more.
The gaping hole in the middle of his soul had widened that little bit more. He began to wander what would happen when his soul was nothing but emptiness…
It had been a few weeks since the big incident…
The big incident which had allowed him to taste the freedom he had always longed for.
The big incident which had allowed him to realise the existence of other beings.
The big incident which had left him with an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach… yet he couldn't quite place his finger on what this feeling was. It was alien to him. It made his chest flutter, and gave him an urge to lift the corners of his mouth… if he had known how to do so…
Was that the feeling they called 'happiness'?
He couldn't feel it now, all he felt now was confusion. He wanted to figure out everything that had happened.
And perhaps find a way of grasping that feeling again.
He turned back to the dilapidated altar, contemplating to pass the time in this prison.
Being trapped in paradise was definitely not as good as one might think.
"Sonikku!"
He winced.
That shrill voice never ceased to leave him alone.
It pierced through his mind, his soul.
It grated him.
He had to back away a few steps to avoid the bear hug the owner of the voice had prepared to give him.
Amy Rose, an eight year old girl he had saved a few months ago stood in front of him, her sickeningly sweet smile making him grit his teeth.
It seemed like years since he had saved her, it was before he had even met Tails.
But he could never forget how the girl chased him, and spewed affection all over him.
Probably because she still did.
"Sonikku! You saved the world again!" Amy cried, happily.
"Thank you, Captain Obvious!" Sonic thought bitterly to himself, rolling his eyes up.
"What happened this time?" Amy asked.
Sonic almost thought her voice was like that on purpose. Like Amy existed for the sole purpose of annoying him. He shook it off. "Nothing… some idiot got tricked by Eggman into stealing the Chaos Emeralds…"
"You're really brave," Amy said. "It must have been hard to do that."
Sonic's eyes began to twist into a glare.
Amy was really bugging him, from her frilly pink fur, to her bright green shirt, to her sickening smile, to her shrilly high-pitched voice.
"Yeah… sure…" he mumbled.
"What's wrong, Sonikku?"
Sonikku.
He hated that stupid pet name.
What was so important to Amy to say his name the way the Japanese pronounced it?
She wasn't even Japanese!
Heck, Japan wasn't even a country on their planet!
Wasn't a culture either.
So why did she decide to call him by that name?
Why couldn't she call him plain and simple 'Sonic'?
Or, if she really wanted him to have a nickname, 'Blue Blur', or something 'cool' along those lines, rather than some girly pet name.
Sonikku.
The very sound of it made him feel sick.
Perhaps it wasn't the name itself; perhaps it was Amy calling him it that annoyed him so much.
But it was annoying, nonetheless.
"You! You're wrong!" Sonic didn't seem to notice his outburst until the young girl's eyes widened.
"S….S…Sonikku…"
"Amy… I… I didn't mean… Amy…"
"Sonikku no BAKA!" tears flowed down her face, and trickled off her cheeks, like a long, flowing river.
And she ran.
As fast as her short legs could carry her.
As far as her body would permit.
Until she finally collapsed under a large tree.
She sobbed into its bark as if she was crying onto someone's chest.
But, unlike a person, the tree did not embrace her, did not comfort her…
At the time, though, she didn't seek comfort…
She wanted revenge.
And she knew just the 'idiot' who would listen to her.
I hope you liked it
