Captain Destiny's Adventure

Chapter 2: Open the Hangar

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

The mound of covers shifted in the dark.

"Unnngggh," a young man's voice groaned.

One of his dark arms reached out under the covers.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Be-Click!

A few birds squawked outside the window.

"Huh. Dawn Pigeons. They must be smelling the patties Mama's making," he muttered.

He took one whiff and rolled onto his back.

His glossy eyes stared at the monotonous ceiling for ages.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Be-Click!

The young man groaned as he pushed his covers to his waist, revealing a somewhat built body. His head rolled on the pillow. Both eyes drilled themselves through the crevices in the dark curtains. He slowly sat up and ran his hand through his curly, black locks. The hand yanked out a few knots as he made his way to the window. As soon as the curtain was moved, the sunrise's cool colors illuminated the room. The young man blinked.

"Why isn't it light out yet?" he muttered.

After a moment of thought, his eyes widened. The hair on his head poofed a few inches. His face spread into a grin.

"That's right! I remember now!" he shouted.

His voice reverberated through the room.

"Hakku! Breakfast!" his mother's voice called.

"I'll be there as soon as I can, Mom!" Hakku called back. He quickly exchanged pajamas for a denim blue aviator's suit with a bronze stripe on its wrists and black work boots. After tearing out the rats' nests on his head, Hakku tied the top part back into a slick, mini ponytail on top. He proceeded to keep it all in place with a worn denim blue breton cap just above his eyes.

The young man looked at a picture near his mirror. A young version of his father stood proudly wearing a similar hairstyle. The man wore a solid, dark blue dress coat, dress pants, and dress shoes over a white, collared shirt. His slick, black locks were adorned by a dark blue wedge cap. A patch shone on the shoulders and the left side of the cap with the number "14" in platinum thread.

Hakku's father proudly stood next to another man in a similar outfit. The other man had white hair, snow-white skin, and pale blue eyes enlarged by thin-framed, rectangular glasses. A patch with the number "15" shone on his shoulders and the left side of his cap. A topaz brooch shimmered between the pale man's collar flaps.

Hakku jumped over his scattered weights to his night stand and yanked open a drawer. He snagged a worn book with more tags and labels than the pages. Its cover nearly disintegrated as he carefully placed it on the bed. He looked at the packed camping backpack by the door. Hakku grinned to himself.

"Just you wait."

He threw open his closet and snagged a smaller, leather sack with a flap. Hakku carefully placed the book inside. Then he turned back to the window. Sitting at the bottom was a stack of fourteen journals. He swiped the top one and flipped to the next empty page. Hakku's heart sank. There was none.

Immediately he snapped his fingers.

"Wait! I'll just buy a new journal somewhere else! I've got enough money saved up for that!" he exclaimed.