Once upon a time there was a young boy. His parents were very rich, and part of the aristocracy. Their world was one with servants who tended their beautiful gardens and opulent mansion. He was born into an era somewhat resembling 18th century England without a trouble in the world, this young boy.

Yet he was a strange little boy. His parents didn't mind, they were too busy counting their money, throwing things at their servants and bickering amongst each other to notice. All the servants thought that he a little too taciturn and when speaking his mind did so at such great length that it was almost unbearable. The boy didn't mind in the slightest though. He would be fine regardless.

So he grew older and attended a school just like all the other young well moneyed children. He didn't make any friends. Ever.

All the other children thought that he was strange and eccentric. They said that he had the habit of collecting insects, that he was really an alien and that it was he who was the cause of anything lost or unexplainable. He always smiled back and said so be it or simply didn't hear.

He didn't mind though, he still smiled and had a jolly good time most days. When the sun was out he went to the garden and ran about, when it was raining he read the classics and pondered over the golden age. With nothing to do, often he roamed around the veritable mansion known to him as his home, exploring rooms that had escaped his notice or inventing new uses for them.

It was a sunny and beautiful day the day he died. The young boy was standing on the balcony railings, looking down at the English style rose garden beneath him and enjoying the breeze. When, a particularly clumsy maid accidently dropped the exquisite new antique vase that the master of the house had just brought. In her haste to save the precious object as it started tumbling away, she pushed the young boy off the balcony.

He fell looking at the sky. He noted that it was a wonderful blue hue and reached out to it smiling.

And then the beautiful white roses were stained a blood red for the rest of their lives.

~*~

And so the young boy was dead. Yet he was not meant to die, not at such a young age and not in such strange circumstances. There was very little that could be done though, he was dead as a doornail if you will and really, there's no way to bring the dead back to life.

Of course they looked at him strangely when he reached the afterlife as well. There was much running about, calling of names and flurrying of papers when he reached the gates of eternity. Those in charge could do little more than tell him to sit down and wait it out. That is to wait for a response from the higher ups and subsequently the appropriate course of action.

He listened of course. The boy sat down and looked around. There were no fires and there wasn't a single cloud in sight. It was different to how people he had known supposed it would be. He was fond of it though, it was a dark green and even though there were no flowers the foliage was in its own way rather picturesque.

So he sat and waited by the gatepost. Sometimes he talked to passer bys and other times he wandered off to explore. They both had their merits. This little world was dense and seemingly ever changing. Although there were no animals there were plants of all sorts and of course rocky outcrops and serene waterfalls.

Even more interesting though, would be the people. Of course they were all dead, there was little that could be done about that, but none the less they were often fascinating. Almost everyday the impressionable youth sat and listened to the spirits that walked on by. He joined in on their dreams of grandeur and conquest, loved their families and relished their accomplishments as if it had been him.

A long long time passed. Even though he still looked like a young boy, he wasn't anymore. Not that it mattered, he was dead after all. But, those in charge called him to see them one fine day. He thought that there must have been a mistake, he had been waiting for so long after all that he had forgotten what it was that he was waiting for.

They told him that someone had stuffed up big time, therefore, the lucky boy was going to have a new lease on life. He was getting a second chance to live again, to go back to the world from which he came.

He wasn't sure how to respond. Was this what he had wanted? He didn't know. Before he could clarify the whole world went white.

But they had made a mistake once again. Things never go as planned it seems.

~*~

So he woke up and he was in a new world. To top it off he had ears and a tail, how quaint. They moved too. Although, he was fond of the ears and tail, not to mention horns, this wasn't quite right it seemed. Time had dimmed his memory, but surely this was not where he had once lived.

It was dark all around and here he was sitting on a park bench, unsure of what was going on. A park bench huh? He wondered how he knew. Looking down at his hands, he noticed that he wasn't a child anymore, no nothing like that, he had grown but it was not him at all. He looked nothing like himself.

It didn't really bother him though. He figured that the answers would come sooner or later. It seemed that he had reached an impasse, that was when someone called out his name. It wasn't his name though. He responded anyway, Yes?
Aer, That's where you were. You slacker, you didn't show up at work today. And so he was face to face with a man who had large bat ears and wings. The boy, or rather Aer, let himself be dragged off and off they went.

It was a music store, it wasn't much of a store though. There wasn't a great range of instruments and the whole place was a little cramped, yet for lack of a better word it was homely. It felt familiar to Aer. He knew all these instruments, even if he didn't know how.

You forgot this. Aer looked down at where the man had motioned and there she was. His beautiful bass guitar. Ah, and how lovely she looked, curves and lines.

Soon enough Aer was on his way, well what did he have with him? No money, no ID and no idea where he was headed. Sure enough, luck was always just around the corner.

He bumped into an Angel. The tray of cupcakes she was carrying flew up into the air, but neatly into Aer's hands. It was a miracle of sorts really. She looked impressed at least. Somehow, Aer found himself in her kitchen carrying those cupcakes and helping arrange them on the cake stand.

He stayed for afternoon tea. The owner of the house invited him to stay for even longer. He couldn't help but agree.

It's not quite home, but it's something.

~*~

Angel,
What do I say? She seems to run the place really, even though it's Ice's house in name Angel is in charge. She cooks (and bakes really delicious chocolate chip cookies and muffins 8D), makes other people clean and manages finances. That makes her sound boring though... She's not, I think she's very fun~! She goes to high school, smiles a lot and is usually very friendly.

Flame
and I get along pretty well I think. Although he isn't really around all that much, he travels a lot I suppose. Although I do borrow his clothes a lot 8D. Well he just leaves them lying around when he goes off to who knows where.

Kan
is someone that I don't really talk to all that much. He seems kind of reserved. No idea why though XD. People say that he is an upstanding gentleman and always pop around the house with some gifts or wonderfully edible token of appreciation (which is good for me) for helping them cross the road, find a lost cat, giving them directions or so on.

Rain
reminds me of a certain type of flower that I've forgotten the name of. They are very beautiful though. She doesn't talk a lot, well not to me at least but she does smile at me occasionally. It's not a bad silence... I don't think, it's closer to being complacent in not talking, or something XD