Hero's-Heart · _______

The figure turned his head a few inches to reveal the same red sharingan eyes, a lighter shade of golden hair, and the same alabaster complexion.

It really was him.

Before Isildur could do anything, a figure emerged from the ground. The figure was formless sand, but it soon formed into a familiar figure. A familiar person. A familiar redhead.

"Ra--"

The figure quickly emerged Isildur in sand as well. The sand seemed to apparate from Raleigh's figure, but it seemed to be gripping Isildur.

"YOUR MAJESTY!!!" A guard screamed. "WE MUST ESCORT YOU TO SAFETY!" He beckoned at Skye who was being dragged away by several other guards. He turned around slowly to face Isildur just one last time, but was then pushed towards the castle stronghold.

"You... came..."

(( A future-ish drabble consisting of a 17-year-old Skye. XD ))


He lifted his sword up, signaling to the various, multiple, hundreds of millions of soldiers that he was prepared to become king; that he would give his life at any cost to protect the Avalon Kingdom. An applaud arose from the soldiers, civilians, citizens, and people around the area. At seventeen-years-of-age, the youngest of the Avalon trio-of-siblings was prepared to become king.

'I just can't wait to be king...' Skye reminisced the memories of him whenever he was just 15-years-old. He smiled a very, very, very small, unnoticable smile, and slowly found himself lowering his sword as he heard the voice of his father approaching from behind. Several imperial, elite guards were surrounding them, and Hikaru had a serious, somewhat sentimental look on his face.

"Skye, we have to go. There are rumors flying around about an assassination-attempt." Hikaru replied, grabbing his son's arm and beginning to escort him away from the area. Just as they were beginning to make their getaway, several black figures surrounded them. They each wore black cloaks, not of the Organization's, but... possibly... the "Death-Eaters"?

'I'm sure that Isildur will like black hair. After all, his is ... black, too.' Skye sighed softly, yet in discontent, at his complexion. He really didn't want to train today. Especially not with his father. He would work him to the point where Skye would not be able to do anything but go to sleep as soon as he got back home.

"Skye, are you ready?" A voice called up to the boy's room.

"Y-Yes, father..." He replied in a displeased murmur.

Training really did affect the boy's complexion. His hair only turned black because of, well, Kaze getting a good-workout and being activated, and et cetra. Everything else.

A world without you...

I want to line up the pieces -- Yours and Mine.

Skye gasped in the middle of the night, beads of cold sweat dripping off of his face, and his heart racing. Panting, he looked around his bedroom. It was a mild temperature, around 70 degrees or so, and it was somewhat warm on the outside; like the Destiny Islands always were.

He laid his head slowly back down on his pillow, his eyes focusing on the ceiling of his bedroom.

Oh, how he missed it here.

He would spend the entire day with Auzriel and Hayden, like he would always used to. And his father? Well, he'd get the vacation that he had not had in a long time.

Skye found himself trying to resist sleeping, for his heart continued to race and he could not find any sign of fatigue in his body.

Finally, around 3 AM in the morning, Skye fell back asleep. A smile gripping his parched lips; he could not wait for the day to begin.

Still ... he felt rather guilty for leaving his school without word. He was sure that he father had taken care of things ... with McGonagal, and all. But ... not with his friends. Surely, this would probably worry Isildur to death. Lionel would throw a riot. And, Desdemona would look for the most logical idea of where Skye could've been. He was sure that Desdemona would figure it out, and tell Lionel, who would in return tell Isildur ... seeing as how Desdemona and Isildur's relationship wasn't exactly ... well ... the "closest".

Dear Skye,

I really miss you. I hope that you can come back to the islands, soon. We all really miss you. Hey, and we can also finish up the raft! With Hayden, of course. Just us three. Oh, and we should duel each other again. Hah, of course, I bet that you can still not beat me. It doesn't matter. As long as I get to see you.

If you're lonely, we can ... write letters as much as you'd like. I don't mind.

♥, Auzriel

Skye giggled at the letter that he had just received from his elf owl, Sora. He held the letter close to his chest. He missed Auzriel, very much. In fact, Auzriel was his best friend. Closest, and childhood. He meant very much to Skye.

"I hope that ... I can go back to the islands soon, too, Auzriel-kun." Skye whispered.

"Are you wanting to? Because ... I'm sure that I can arrange something with the school, Skye." Hikaru smiled, as he laid his hand on his son's shoulder.

"Really? I mean ... but ... I wouldn't want to miss out on school, or anything. And, I'd feel completely guilty if Isildur-san forced himself to write more extra notes for me!"

"Mm, I'll try to arrange something. Maybe ... you could even bring some of your friends with you? I'm sure that Auzriel would love to meet them, too."

'Would he...?'

"It's nice to see that you're awake, Skye." Prof. Hana replied as he stepped into the hospital room that Skye was in. "I'm taking that the surgery worked?"

"Y-Yes, sir... th-thank you, for ... saving me..." Skye looked down at his hands. Hana smiled, and then began to slowly approach the hospital bed. He sat down on the bed next to Skye, and stared at him, who was bashfully staring at his own slim, slender fingers. Hana smiled a bit at this, for it reminded him of himself whenever he was the boy's age. He took his index and middle fingers and began to lift the boy's face, into his own gaze, by his chin.

Skye began to try to get the tea that Isildur had dropped by earlier, but Hana took Skye's hand into his own.

"M-Mmm, s-s-sir...?" His voice was trembling, somewhat, and his gaze stared into Hana's own.

"I hope that you get better soon, Skye. Whenever you do ... I'd like to have you in my office."

"O-Okay ... y-yes, s-s-sir..."

He felt ... different.

Especially towards Prof. Hana. He was his favorite professor, but for some odd reason ... he felt quite "different" towards him.

"Professor Hana ..." Skye mumbled, in somewhat of a call.

"Yes?"

"I ... why do you want me to come by your office?"

"...Mm, I'd like to get to know you much better, dearest Skye."

"M-Me...? Why?"

"You ... remind me of ... myself whenever I was your age. And ... well ... I'll save the rest for whenever you visit me. Rest up. It'll help you get better much faster." Hana kissed the boy's forehead, which Skye found somewhat shocking, and then exited the room.

"...M-Me...?" Skye whispered, caressing the spot where Prof. Hana had kissed him on the forehead.

Everyone's heart was different.

Some gave out sooner than others.

Perhaps, his was this way, too.

"Skye," Raleigh mumbled with both of his hands ontop of each other at Skye's side. "How do you feel towards him?"

"He's my friend. Are you expecting me to say something horrid about him?"

"No. I just ... saw how he was touching you. You two are more than just friends, aren't you?"

"What do you mean? He's ... like an older brother, to me."

"Really..."

The two sat in complete and utter silence for a few moments.

"Ribu's here." Raleigh straightened up a bit as he bent his neck over to one side, and then to the other.

"Really? Ribu? Here?"

"Yes. I think Helena said something about him schooling here ... because of the incident with Seymour, and elsewhat."

"That's great! I mean, Ribu ... being here."

It had been over a few hours now. It was almost midday.

To be honest, he felt like nothingness.

He was sore. He was cold. He was lonely. He was ... melancholy.