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The life we live
the family we are born in
even the reason why we exist
how come we never have a choice?
Feeling: Nothing really
Age: 12 Human Years
Family: I don't call anyone my family
Kokoro, a fire cybunny with a fiery temper. She once was a happy little neopet, like most others, sheltered from all dark secrets of the world and lived innocently. But when something happened, it changed his life and his fate.
dead?...gone?...how could it be true?...it was a dream. wasn't it?
Startled by his own helpless pleads, he wakes up from his dream, painful memories that just could not be erased. Absent-mindedly, he raised my dark wings and fled towards the pitch black sky. It was a mistake, he immediately felt pain and crashed down on the tough, rocky ground... So it was true.. so it wasn't a dream after all...
Wake up, sleepyhead! If you still going to stay sleeping like that, you are going to be scolded by the master!
It was none other than the voice of Emi, a joyous faerie pteri that is also, unfortunately, his roommate and elder sister. It was a dream, after all? How realistic it seemed. Kokoro crawled out of bed slowly and started preparing for yet another day at the Shinobi Academy.
As Kokoro waited in line for his Shuriken Throwing Test, his mind wandered back to the dream that he had yesterday night. It had scared him, a lot.
It just couldn't be real, he doesn't have dark wings, he doesn't even have any wings, only those that graduates from the Shinobi Academy have. He don't dream often, either. But what was worrying him more that that, was something that his mother had once told him when he was very young.
You are special, Kokoro, your dreams predict the future, you can see into the future.
On top of that, he had always been regarded as special for he was the first child to ever have red eyes. Everyone else's were green.
But it was the first dream he had had in years, the last one, he cannot remember anymore.
Kokoro Kurohane!
Snapped back into reality, Kokoro attempted to shake off his worries and concentrate in the test.
It was just a dream, right?
Three days have passed since the strange, creepy dream, nothing had happened, not yet.
Kokoro was in the academy's wide, spacious park, on one of his Bird-Feeding trips. Which was one of the very few and rare things he liked. He was annoyed at the master for scolding at him for not doing well in the Shuriken test. It wasn't his fault that the dream distracted him.
A small spotted sparrow approached, and Kokoro reached out his hand, topped with tiny bits of nuts and bird feed.
As his hand closed in to the bird, it fell down immediately to the ground, muffled by the fresh spring grass.
It was dead.
But unexpectedly, nothing happened, everything went on normally, even when Kokoro finally summoned up the courage to approach a bird, nothing had happened to it, not a feather.
He thought that it was just a bad day, a coincidence, perhaps.
Gradually, Kokoro grew up, kept on with his everyday life while the dream was pushed to the back of his mind. It was a whole year ago, after all. And, today was a too exciting day to have such things brought up, it was the day of his graduation of the Shinobi Academy. He was not far at the top, but certainly not way down, either.
As he stepped in front of his Sensei, whom solemnly handed him his silvery robe, ones that only graduated students could wear, which shows that they have became true Shinobi. Heart throbbing with excitement, Kokoro reached out and accepted the uniform proudly, while his sister watched from the sidelines.
Be careful, Kokoro.
It was his sensei's voice, but when he had turned around to look, he only saw him handing the robes to others. It was probably just his imagination, or so he hoped.
There was no time for him to think, he had to step onto the stage with all the other graduates to put on their robes together. It was a moment that every single student at Shinobi Academy dreamed and hoped for.
As Kokoro put on his robes, he heard gasps from the crowd. As he look a first look at his wings, he noticed that unlike the snowy white wings of the others, he had bright yellow ones that were so bright that they seemed to lit up the day.
Yellow wings are ones of the cursed.
Kokoro was irritated, very irritated. All the way back, everyone had stared at him, him and his unusual yellow wings; whispering to each other, and stepping back with fear, as if he has a deadly disease. The day that he had hoped for for six whole years had turned out horrible. Kokoro now wished that he had never graduated, he would rather have failed.
As he got home, he immediately went up moodily to his bedroom upstairs, slammed the door shut loudly and flopped onto his bed. Emi had stayed with her friends, fortunately. Why did it had to happen to him? Why him?
Kokoro heard footsteps approaching, and a second later, loud thuds on his door.
Kokoro! Where are you manners? Were you planning to wreck the whole house?
It was the angry voice of his father, whose temper would never be cured. Kokoro tried to ignore him, even though it was hard.
Get out of here right now! Who do you think you are?
Anger surged through Kokoro, a million words rose up to his throat, but only a scream came out, followed by even angrier yells from his dad. Anger and sadness took over him completely, as he fell down, kneeling on the floor. His wings had grown larger, and instead of the brilliant light that it brought, absorbed everything, but Kokoro himself did not know that, for his soul is already lost. He crashed out the door and started tearing for any living being in sight. He lunged for his nearest target, his father, standing beside the door, too stunned to talk. In a few seconds, he was torn into a million pieces.
As he stormed downstairs, claws red from the blood, he saw his mother, cooking by the stove. Flying towards her, and with the advantage of her not noticing him, he had caused a critical injury in seconds. His mother's eyes widened in shock when she saw that it was her precious son, Kokoro. Eyes filled with tears, mixed from either the pain or the sadness, she took out from deep of her pants pocket, a dark black belt, with a star embroidered on one side. Struggling with every movement and dodging Kokoro's attacks, she put it around his waist, and then dropped onto the floor with a sickening thud. Dead.
Kokoro...
He never got to hear what she wanted to say.
The star on the belt glowed, a tiny shred of light in the complete darkness, which guided Kokoro's soul back. Astonished of the dark red liquid that was splashed all around and on him, Kokoro froze on the spot. Until he laid his eyes on his mother, dead. He ran screaming upstairs, hoping with everything he have that it was just a horrible dream, only to see his father, unrecognizable in the pool of blood.
He heard a sound and turned around, it was Emi. Wide-eyed, mouth open wide. Her knees lost their functions and she started to cry, wildly, large tears streamed out from her usually bright yellow eyes.
Kokoro, on the brink of crying himself, could not take any of this anymore, he flied out blindly out the window, not even bothering to take one last look at the place that he called home.
(From this point on shall be parts of Anna's Hissi, Housekiis story)
It was a few months after that Kokoro found out that his red eyes were special, and somewhat cursed also. He could see into another dimension, it was, like every other town, populated with busy citizens. He had noticed that it was only populated by hissi, but he was too occupied with surviving to think about it more.
The last of the autumn leaves fell onto the ground, and came the white snowflakes of the winter. Food was a lot harder to find. Many nights Kokoro lay in the freezing snow and listened to the howling of the wind and his hungry stomach.
It was then, again. He saw the dimension yet again. Dazed with hunger, Kokoro reached out a hand, surprisingly, it passed right through. Thinking that he was dreaming, Kokoro entered the strange world. A chill wind brushed against Kokoro's already dry cheeks, it had a bad feeling to it. The faint shapes of buildings had a familiar smell to him. Slowly he tracked through the thin layer of snow that had just settled on the ground and approached the buildings.
The buildings were covered with a dark red layer that was beginning to flake, with a finger he touched and to his mouth he fed. He realized suddenly that it was dried blood. The faint red glow reflected in his wide-open eyes.
A yellow glow that started to surround Kokoro snapped him back into reality, it was his wings. The very tip of the feathers were starting to disappear into bright yellow sparks, into the air they danced with the falling snow. It puzzled him much.
But it was again no time for him to contemplate, a Faellie had somehow appeared by his side, craning its neck, it seemed to be asking something. Kokoro bent down and stared at the little creature, it beckoned him with one of its tiny paws to follow.
It wasn't long until they arrived at their destination, on the ground was a strange creature, a snake with wings, a hissi. His wings, long but crooked, laid feebly on its unmoving body.
Are you alright?
A feeble grunt ensured that the hissi was still alive. It was the only living creature in the dreadful city, but when Kokoro told him that, the hissi seemed to be very much surprised, a sorrowful look was cast in its deep black eyes. The faellie was cooing softly beside him, a scene much like a mother worried about his son.
Suddenly the hissi looked straight at Kokoro, and a question he asked of who Kokoro was.
My name is Kokoro..
He broke off and cast a faraway look in the other direction, the motherly scene between the Faellie and the Hisii returned, and he felt something tugging inside him, he was yearning for his mother to be still alive. The hissi seemed to want to fill the brief silence and introduced himself as Housekii. Kokoro found out that the Faellie, which was named Keylis, was also the name of Housekii's mother. He was also told that this city went by the name of Kisumane, where Housekii had spent his childhood in. After saying that, the ghost hissi was deep in thought, staring intently at the cold, hard ground.
Kokoro shook himself and a thin sheet of white drifted around his body. The hissi was covered in a snow white blanket now, and Keylis was trying her best to dust off the snow. She was such a tiny thing compared to the rest of the world.
For the next few days Housekii and Kokoro did whatever they could to scrape food enough for their stomachs and to keep themselves warm during the cold freezing nights, barely, they survived.
One evenning Housekii finally could not resist and inquired why Kokoro could see and come to this place, Kisumane, for for the past hundreds of years, it was only populated by the hissi. Vaguely Kokoro answered that it was because of his curse, but he was surprised to find out that the creature before him was accursed as well. For the first time, Kokoro took notice of the how bony the wings of Housekii's was as he raised them. Behind him, the last drop of sunlight disappeared below the horizon and Kisumane was once again, absorbed in darkness.
The only light source coming from Kokoro's wings, both creature noticed that one wing had already completely disappeared, taken away from Kokoro. The cybunny knew that fact full well, and by now he had realized that before both of his wings completely disappear, he would have to leave this world.
For another two days they stayed, Kokoro's curiosity had pursued him to ask about Housekii's past. However, the hissi never spoke more that what he did on the first day they met. Kokoro sensed that Housekii was stuck in a story with himself, with a beginning forgotten.
On the last day, they had found nothing to eat. Wandering around the dead city of Kisumane, they looked around for rotten berries that they had grown familiar to eating. All hope was forgotten until they came upon a rat that had, somehow miraculously survived the massacre. Housekii, quick on the movie, sank his fangs into the tiny creature's neck, and a tiny stream of blood rushed out.
The rat, motionless, gasped for its last breath and lay dead in the pool of its own blood. Kokoro bent down and prepared to pick the dead creature up, when he saw that there was a strange gleam in Housekii's eyes.
Are you okay?
The hissi shook his head, as if he had just found out a horrible truth. He opened his mouth and was about to say something, but instead he pointed to Kokoro's wing, for the last of the feathers were disappearing. Eyes wide in alarm, Kokoro tried desperately to think of a way he could return to his own world. Recalling the memories from the first day, he rushed back to the place where he landed and closed his eyes.
But nothing came. None.
The last feather was disappearing now, hopelessly Kokoro watched as Housekii caught up from behind. He could feel himself disappear, his very own existence. Memories flooded back right in front of his eyes, the days when he was small, his sister Emi, and that fateful day where he left his home. His heart ached so strongly to be alive that he fell down to the ground.
Abruptly an image of the damp valley that Kokoro had lived in appeared, thinking that he was already approaching the gate to the spirit world, he reached out his hand weakly, an untellable expression on his face. His hand bore right through, and on came the whole of himself. He cast a last glance at the world of Kisumane, with Housekii gazing in awe, his Faellie beside him. Kokoro thought that he saw a flash of loneliness in his eyes.
Kokoro landed on the chilly tough ground. He was home, in his own world, at least.
Surprisingly, nothing had changed when Kokoro got back. Walking to the corner by a half-broken wall where he lives, Kokoro sat down and recalled everything that happened in the past few days. It almost seemed unreal.
Perhaps it was just a dream, he told himself. He stood up, flexed his arms and legs and went out looking for food. For the next few days, nothing happened. Housekii often came sneaking into his thoughts, and Kokoro had always brushed them away. Emotions are only burdens, they are the weight that corrupts a creature's soul.
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