Hiero put the cigarette to his lips and inhaled again. The smoke burned his throat. He blew out, and leaned against to brick wall of the apartment building.
Two years. It had been two long years since he crashed on this god-forsaken island. He hadn't found out a way to get off or anything about N.O.B.O.D.Y.
Damn! He inhaled again, blowing the smoke into the air. He was fourteen, and he didn't even know who he really was.
Damn!
He stared up into the night sky. On of those stars was Hollow Bastion, and he needed to get there. When he had left, it was a smoldering crater, missing a castle. He wondered if Axel and Kixru and all the other Resistance members were ok.
Marluxia had ceased speaking to him ever since he crashed. He wondered why. Several times he tried to communicate with him, but he remained locked inside Hiero's heart.
He took another drag from the cigarette, but then felt arms wrap around him. They reached up his arm and removed the cigarette from his hand.
"I thought you said you would quit?"
Hiero turned and saw a smiling face looking back at him. The girl was about his age, and brown hair to her shoulders swayed in the breeze. She wore a white tank top and blue jeans. Her beautiful blue eyes stared directly into his. She was extremely cute and attractive, and Hiero knew that.
Hiero sighed. His navy blue shirt and a black heart with a skull in it on his back, and his pants had a flame design on them. He was a lot taller than he used to be, and looked like he had matured. He was around 5'2", and the girl was only 4'11".
"I know, I know. I just have been…. stressed lately."
He sighed again, and the girl hugged him. She looked up at him and kissed him on the lips. Then, she gagged.
"You're lips taste like shit!" And she giggled, and began to run away playfully. Hiero laughed and ran after her. They ran threw the alleyways of the city, till eventually Hiero caught up with her. He tackled her to the ground. They rolled around, laughing.
Soon, they stopped. Hiero kissed her again. They stood up.
She jumped on his back, like she wanted a piggy back. She climbed onto his back and he began to walk down the alleyway.
She put her hands on his hand. "So… what has been stressing you?"
Hiero sighed and continued walking. "My….. past."
The girl laughed. " That's no reason to disobey your girlfriend and continue smoking."
Hiero stopped and looked at her surprised. "And since when are we going out? Anyway, I want to find out who I really am. Then I want to get off this god-forsaken island."
The girl put he arms around his neck. "C'mon, Excussum isn't that bad."
Hiero shrugged. Which was difficult considering she was on his back. "Whatever, Yuna."
"What we've got here is failure to communicate.
Some men you just can't reach...
So, you get what we had here last week,
which is the way he wants it!
Well, he gets it!
N' I don't like it any more than you men."
Look at your young men fighting
Look at your women crying
Look at your young men dying
The way they've always done before
Look at the hate we're breeding
Look at the fear we're feeding
Look at the lives we're leading
The way we've always done before
My hands are tied
The billions shift from side to side
And the wars go on with brainwashed pride
For the love of God and our human rights
And all these things are swept aside
By bloody hands time can't deny
And are washed away by your genocide
And history hides the lies of our civil wars
D'you wear a black armband
When they shot the man
Who said "Peace could last forever"
And in my first memories
They shot Kennedy
I went numb when I learned to see
So I never fell for Vietnam
We got the wall of D.C. to remind us all
That you can't trust freedom
When it's not in your hands
When everybody's fightin'
For their promised land
And
I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war
Look at the shoes your filling
Look at the blood we're spilling
Look at the world we're killing
The way we've always done before
Look in the doubt we've wallowed
Look at the leaders we've followed
Look at the lies we've swallowed
And I don't want to hear no more
My hands are tied
For all I've seen has changed my mind
But still the wars go on as the years go by
With no love of God or human rights
'Cause all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands of the hypnotized
Who carry the cross of homicide
And history bears the scars of our civil wars
"We practice selective annihilation of mayors
And government officials
For example to create a vacuum
Then we fill that vacuum
As popular war advances
Peace is closer"
I don't need your civil war
It feeds the rich while it buries the poor
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
And I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
I don't need your civil war
Your power hungry sellin' soldiers
In a human grocery store
Ain't that fresh
I don't need your civil war
I don't need one more war
I don't need one more war
Whaz so civil 'bout war anyway
I know it's short. But it is just an introduction. The song is Civil War by Guns N' Roses. It fits this fic perfectly. You will see why…