WARNING: This story may have a bit of yaoi (boyXboy) in it. Please do not flag it, please do not complain about it, and just please, for the love of God, leave it alone. Thank you. :)

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Oji, a fourteen-year-old slave, could feel the painful sensation in his smallest finger on his left hand. It's nail was torn off. And now he only had two more to go. Why was it supposed to be the number three? It was painful. Intensely painful.

"We we told to have the assignment finished if you did not arrive, Sir." he heard the deep voice in the back of his mind.

He looked up and he saw his old friend...

'Laos-kun...' he thought.

[Faraway Eclipse. Episode 1]

Oji, an eight-year-old thin boy, rose from his bed and looked at his hand. "A...dream?"

Thank God it was just a dream.

It was going to be another quiet day. It was quiet all the way down the stairs and into the empty kichen. There was no body or any animal pets to greet him. Not that it was like this all the time; his parents were always busy, being traveling workers. It was just to help import and export resources in and out of their village.

Being eight, it was quite simple living alone. Lukion was also a quiet village. Anything really ever happened. Which was good in a way with no genocide, no hatred toward each other, no fighting, so...why did he have a nightmare like that? And who was Laos? Had he seen him before? He didn't think so.

If you lived in this quiet town known as Lukion, you would have to make a treaty with practicely everything.

Mother Nature, the people, even the silence. It was just their elements that they just had to eccept.

But living alone wasn't the element that most kids had to eccept. In fact, activities that he did alone were things other children would've thought boring.

Playing independently, drawing or painting a new masterpiece, reading, writing, find any creature to talk to outside, heck--even talk to yourself. (XD. I do that, sorry.)

Oji expected everything to be the same, but he wasn't he wasn't expecting a day like this.

At nearly around either seven or eight in the afternoon, the clouds and the wind had one mad moodswing. They immediantly changed from slow and quiet to roaring and dark. Fast, even.

The storm's hands reached Oji's home, all the way out there, in the feilds of heather and mountains, where not many people lived.

The hands broke all the windows and was about attack the doors. There was no other option except the back room. How long had it been since he stepped a foot in that room?

Crossing the border from the kitchen and into the back, dark room, he could feel this sensation tinkling his spine. Like...a whole new him.

There were no lights in there, so after he closed the heavy wooden door, his sense of seeing was taken away. He could only smell, hear, and feel.

Ugh...that old smell was still there after all these years. It was mixed with dirt, dust and...something else. It always made him sneeze and he let out another one.

He crawled underneath the dark, thick cloth covering everything in that room. All these ancient, old antiques passed down through generations in Lukion. And sat in one unconfortable position waiting for the storm to stop.

He waited...
                   and waited...
                                        and waited...

After a while, the noise was finally gone. Had he slept through it all? Yep, he did; the trait of drooling was also passed down. As he was rubbing his sand-filled eyes, he reached up over his head to lift up the cloth. Nothing. He tried sitting up to reach higher. Still nothing.

He slowly raised his eyes up slowly.

Once he saw why, he thought for sure he lost his mind.