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Namco.
Chapter One: Dès le Départ
In a small, dark room only lit by the glow of decorative galaxies he meticulously lined up on the ceiling, was a weeping sound. A diminutive figure was tucked behind the securities of stuffed dolls and toys blowing colorful bubbles into the air. He had his eyes buried in large gloved hands as he rocked carelessly back and forth; ignoring the mindless moos who walked across marble floors. They paid little to no attention to him, searching for food and admiring the beauty of the gold coins in their paws.
He felt another wave of sorrow wash through him from staring at the creatures; even they had to be paid to stay with him. Now he understood how truly lonely he was. For he fit in with no one.
The ringing of a single phone caused him to lift his star-shaped eyes and stumble out from the soft puppets.
He flung the gloved hand in fear of the sound to suddenly stop and brought it quickly to his cat-like ears. "…hello?"
A gruff laughter echoed from the other end, and he couldn't stop himself from being a bit startled.
"When were you released?"
"You really think that Suiryu could actually keep me in jail? Put that thought aside, Joka. I need your help!" There was a pause. "Of course you'll be handsomely rewarded."
The clown glanced at a mirror, using his other hand to pick up a piece of tissue. Running it down the sides of his face, he wiped the tears, not listening to a thing the egotistical mechanic had to say past the actual outline of his plans. Perhaps this would be the day to break from his loneliness, even if he were to work with whatever characters Garlen were to hire. At least he did not have to be alone.
While throwing the used paper away, his hand bumped involuntarily into a picture-that rattled before falling to the ground. "…Garlen-san…I'll meet you at Volk?"
"Hm?" The leader paused in surprise, and laughed. "I'm glad you're up to the job."
Joka placed the phone back in place, walking to the fallen picture frame. His hands connected to the outer area and he flipped it over, sighing at the sight of a group of people standing along the beachside. They all gathered in front of a volleyball court. Klonoa Beach Volley was the tournament's name, the place which never left his mind. Grouped with such acquaintances, mistaken as the ball itself even, but…
The black eyes stopped scanning and fell back to a young girl with amber hair. Will she remember him, or did she choose to forget him, like everyone else; for he was like a nightmare that would never end…
"It has begun, my sweetheart."
Kero Guardian: And that's the prologue, boy was it short! But the chapters will be longer, hopefully.