Circul Fără Inimă Chapter I: Lost Beginings

Sora looked up at the oversized tent. It's red and black stripes looked even more mysterious in the nighttime air. Torches lit the outside area and caused a warm glow, replacing the harsh light of the lamp posts. Sora felt like he stepped out of time and into a dream. He smelled cinnamon and vanilla surrounding him. This could be heaven for all he knew.

"…Sora?" He looked back and Roxas looked annoyed, "you didn't have to run ahead. God, you act like your five sometimes. You went so fast we're here an hour earlier"

"But Roxas," Sora pouted, "it's the circus how can I not be excited? Oh look cotton candy!"

Not caring if Roxas was behind him or not he ran and got his sugary snack. He ran back to where he left Roxas but there was no Roxas to be found.

Holding his cotton candy in his mouth he rummaged through his messenger bag trying to find his phone. Once he found it he saw a text from Roxas.

I give up. Meet me at our seats.

Well, that settles that problem. Sora saw that he could not get into the main room so he decided to wander around. Walking the round he found several mini performances. There were contortionists and illusions. Palm readings and tarot cards were also being passed around. For such an elegant circus there was a relaxed feeling of it. He drifted from the main activities to the more scarce areas. His ears perked up at the faint sound of music. Looking around there was a flap being used as a door with a sign.

Practice Room

Sora looked around for a sign that said do not enter but he found none. He was sure no one would care if he took a peek…

The first thing Sora noticed was a flash of silver. That silver was shoulder length hair which belonged to a pale boy no older than eighteen in a tight black tank and loose black sweats. His feet moved to the music and his arms as graceful as if they were through water in a way that he never saw before. His sneakers hitting the floor. It wasn't a ballet… but it was too beautiful to look away. It was a dance of flight. Sora could almost see a pair of wings on the boy.

Sora watched him for quite awhile until the music suddenly stopped. The shock made Sora jump. The silver haired boy found Sora's eyes. The boy's eyes bored into Sora's. Sora saw the green and looked away. Somehow his eyes made the whole situation more…personal.

"Umm… Sorry," Sora laughed and scratched the back of his head, "I didn't mean to…uh…pry…but, uhm… I'll just go."

He scrambled to open the flap and walk out. He felt like a blushing idiot walking down the hall. Sora felt like crawling in a hole right now. He gaped at the boy like a lovesick puppy. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

"Hey…" Sora stopped. The voice was faint but still there, "Hey…wait."

Turning around Sora looked and sure enough it was the boy, but his eyes were covered, "Are you talking to me?"

"…yes" the boy surprised Sora and grabbed his arm and pulled him back into the room.

At first Sora stayed silent figuring that he would want to talk, but all he did was stare into his eyes. Sora squirmed, wondering what he wanted but soon he gave up and drifted off into daydreams- which was always easy for him. After a few minutes of silence he peeked at his watch- it was almost time for the show to begin.

"I have to get going the show's beginning." The boy's arm was still tight around his arm and Sora tried to pry him off, "uh, it was nice to meet you."

Sora was about to tuck out of the room again until, "Riku"

"I'm sorry what?" Sora was confused at what was going on.

"… My name is Riku." The boy- Riku- walked passed Sora and started to walk away and all Sora could do was call after him.

"My name is Sora." But Sora felt his voice die out. Most likely he would never see that silver hair again…

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Riku walked silently into the general dressing room. Curses and insults were being thrown at each other as quietly as possible for the show has begun.

"You're late," he looked over. It was Larxene.

"I'm the last act to go on."

"This is the tenth time in a row. So either show up on time or find another place to dance prima ballerina."

Riku ignored this comment and the many like it that usually spewed from her mouth. He usually had more pressing matters to attend to. For instance he was the only one who kept up with school work. Many of the other workers stopped going when they knew they had a career out of this. Another thing was that he kept this circus organized. Why this was on the shoulders of a seventeen year old boy… well you would have to see the people he lived with. Then of course was what happened today.

He didn't know what happened. He was practicing to clear his mind and all of a sudden there is a boy with the eyes of the cloudless sky. What possessed him to stare at them no matter what confused him. What made Riku tell him his name scared him. The boy- Sora- was in the audience that he knew and Riku knew that he wanted Sora to see him truly dance. What possessed him to was unknown but for the first time since it happened Riku put on his wings.

All he had to do now is wait for the music.

"Sora over here!" Roxas flagged him over and Sora- completely shoving what just happened to the back of his mind- ran over excitedly. As soon as he came over though Roxas hit him on the back of his head with a very old, and heavy, book, "That's the last time I let you drag me into going to a circus."

"But Roxas," Sora was back to pouting again, "I didn't mean to lose you."

"Whatever, I swear I can't take you anywhere," Roxas sighed taking a peek at his book before all the lights dimmed.

"Where did you get the book?" Sora looked over the blondes shoulder. Trying to see what he was reading. He saw Roxas' cheeks turn a light pink and wondered what was going on. But the lights faded and a voice stated,

"Men, women, children, and all others we welcome you to our home" The short man in the top hat's voice boomed through the audience as chills shivered through Sora's spine, "and for all those who have hearts be warned. For this is Circul Fără Inimă- The Circus Without Hearts."

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AN: There are two way this story is being played in my head.

A supernatural fantasy feel

Or a dramatic realistic feel

WHAT SHOULD I DO? O_O

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