-Makoto Shinzo : Twilight Town-

It was just another day to him, living within the quiet cornerstones of the realm around... well, somewhat quiet. The place was eerily silent from time to time, prompting people to escape their prisons to which they were confined to. It irked Makoto to no end about this everlasting war which was more of a stalemate to him. They took what they wanted, hurting others in the process in part because of they way they were conceived. Makoto could only wonder as he sat on a bench in a sandlot barely teeming with life.

Makoto wasn't the chatty type persay as the limited amounts of people spoke to each other in wonder about if there was a way this could all come to an end. They each had idealistic thoughts which to him in his eyes were nothing more than wasted dreams that would never arrive, properly coming to a dissipating fruition.

As the idle chattering continued, he grew sick of it all and headed to the market place, seemingly without a slight bit of hope for what would become of the world. He thought of ways to help like setting up a defense mechanism against the approaching darkness looming over the ever diminishing light of the town. Most were afraid, and he could only scoff at such insolence as he traversed through the market place, buying two sea salt ice creams.

He may of been a loner, but that didn't mean he was deprived of friends. One person he knew came down with something sort of disease because of her "weakened immune system" which he found to be perplexing and enigmatic to him. Makoto knew her parents would most likely want him to keep clean and pushed him to do ridiculous tasks for the sake of their daughter. Even with the things they made him perform, he understood their reasons for being so cautious and careful. After procuring the two popsicles, he slowly headed towards her abode located on market street near the clock tower which hosted myriads of trams.

[color=0072bc][i]"I can only wonder when she is going to get better. They never exactly spoke to me about how she became sickly or what she came down with, but I can only wonder if they suspect me of being the perpetrator since she used to like hanging around me a lot... Anyways, better stay sanitary lest i'm delayed from giving her some of this sea-salt ice cream!"[/i][/color]

Makoto slightly smiled to himself as he moved faster all thanks to a little spring in his step... and the thought of a good friend. As he continued onwards, he found himself passing many closed stores with only a few people speaking quietly too each other, bo with fear. He sighed as he focused on the task at hand, and continued traversing through this once radiant garden of a town. As he walked upon each brick, he finally came upon their house. Makoto looked upward to spot the girl at her window, barely hearing her speak of unknown matters to an unseen other.

Before he could tap on the door to be greeted, he heard a nearby screech eminating from the Station Plaza. Even though there were always signs of trouble, he was actually pretty close to try and prevent another tragedy. As disaster seemed imminent, he knocked himself out of his shock and dashed towards the plaza. The others seemed to snap out of their daze and quickly headed in the same general direction of the Plaza.

Upon coming on the huge area, the group, along with Makoto, became surprised for the lack of a victim. They were scared out of their minds, but they decided to look around. The boy searched with a mundane, almost uncaring gleam, but he did have high hopes for the future. The only way they would be able to fight was to generate a spark of hope within the populace and striking back. As he continued his own search, the horizon seemed ever gloomier before it hit him.

Quite literally too.

The boy was smashed by an incoming shadow which caught him off-guard. His eyes could only widen with the increase of heartless appearing as that one shadow who got the jump on him merged with the pack. Most people cowered in fear and attempted to flee at such an abhorrent sight, only to find themselves barricaded by a bunch of nobodies. The lot were all cornered by two opposing assailants who wished for their demise so they might continue to build their army of ever encroaching destruction.

Ensnared by someone or somethings cunning trap, he felt the blood coursing through him, his adrenaline rushing as everything around him felt as if it was pumping at a swift rate. As most people stood scared, this was sort of a perfect timing for him. If he could protect the city folk, maybe he could reinvigorate them and find a way to finally repel both evils. As most began to give up hope, he wouldn't let it go.

[color=0072bc][i]"Both sides stole away our tranquil peace, our happiness, and now you aim to take what isn't rightfully yours. I've seen both of your types as you tempted me in your dreams in a futile effort. I'm not giving myself away, not to the lot of you awful beings. It's nigh time someone put you all in your place."[/i][/color]

Even with the despair and withering lingering will, he still decided to defy his own fate and demise. Even if they would give up, [i]he[/i] wasn't planning to die so easily to such a grizzly and detestable enemy that kept the general populace on a tight lockdown. Plus, he could only wonder how one of his few friends would actually feel if he himself was lost. Makoto wouldn't want anyone to know on that very day he was taken away and converted to both sides.

The boy gripped the two ice cream sticks with a burning passion and a rising stream of adrenaline as he supplied himself with a peculiar idea of making it through the crowd. He didn't exactly know how intelligent these things truly were, but if he could recall from the dream, the foes would become disoriented at quick movements and reversals. He has the distinct advantage of knowing this, but with the panicked populace there was no way to tell how this would turn out.

Finally, out of sheer impatience, a dusk finally decided to attack, harming one of the towns people, causing a whole riot amongst the crowd. How would he inspire such wonderful and logical hope if he ran away though? Was fleeing his only option, was it daft to stand in defiance against these creatures to the very end?

...

No, it exactly wasn't, as it was regular human nature to keep on going and persevere onwards, not giving in. Makoto let both his own ingrained instincts as a human and his own preceding knowledge of the known invaders of peace two the reigns to escape or possibly fight to show they could counter the attackers.

As the onslaught was about to begin, the heartless grew restless and began attacking, as did the rest of the dusk. At this point, one of the nobodies lunged themselves at Makoto. Prior knowledge would of satisfied his needs, his hopes, his aspirations... if he knew what the heck happened next.

From one instant he was amongst a crowd of lambs to the slaughter, with one lamb showing to be rather finicky to following the wind, to being... sprawled on the floor with a massive headache. As he began to come to it, he could only struggle to recall what event transpiring as he kneeled on one knee, clutching his head.

Recollecting himself would of been much more easier if he knew where or what just happened instead of suddenly landing face first on the floor.

[color=0072bc]"Ugh... wh-what the hell is going on? Where am I?[/color]

The boy finally made himself stand erect as he shook himself out of an unfamiliar daze he was in. He brushed himself off and began tapping his foot, attempting to discern a general idea of where he was. Was he dead or was he alive? As he pondered, he spotted two familiar packets new his feet. Picking one of them up, he opened it to find the familiar shade of cyan on a stick.

With that said he took one bite into it, not knowing what to expect at the moment because of such an enigmatic miracle or an excruciatingly annoying death.

...

The ice cream was sweet but yet bitter, and all around delicious; that taste he was so familiar with hadn't actually gone away from him. There was no way death would make for such a warm welcome, plus these were still cold thankfully. The boy slowly munched away at the item, leaving only a popsicle stick in his mouth.

[color=0072bc][i]"Well, looks like I didn't win this time, oh well... onto other important endeavors and correct thoughts... For starters..."[/i]

"I need to find out where I am."[/color]

Thats the only thing Makoto could mutter to himself currently as he silently began to discern the foreign place to which he was safely stowed away to... with the ever looming presence of another question - [i]what[/i] exactly did secure him?