Lack of Words

Episode 1 - "The Encounter"

Car lights flicker and turn on brightly, showing a black cat running across the road. The little cat jumped onto the trashcan and proceeded to groom itsself. The cat let out a loud screech, as crashing thunder was heard. The cat got so fightened it ran to the other side of the road once again, where there was shelter from the rain.

But as the cat ran across the road, it failed to notice the car coming with high speed...

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"Zika! Can you stop sleeping in class?" The long haired boy opened his eyes and saw the face of a beautiful girl. Zika groaned and stretched, looking at the girl once more. "So? I was up studying all night, can you really blame me Sheila?" The male said, moving his hand to his sore neck.

Sheila rolled her eyes and handed the boy a piece of paper. Zika looked at the paper presented infront of him, reaching his hand out to the paper. "What is this?" He asked, seeing a picture of a rather pretty boy. The boy had black hair, which seemed to be short in the back, with bangs that almost went into his eyes. He had big, cute kitten like eyes and pretty pink lips.

"The new boy you will be showing around and helping fit in. If you were listening, you would have known." Sheila said and left. "Keep up that additude and I am telling mom. You will end up with the cleaning" Zika said and ran away, before Sheila could protest, a look of shook and anger portrayed on her face.

As the male ran away from his angered sister, he made his way to a crowded hall. It was a skipping period. Everyone getting their books, making their way to their classes or sneaking out of school grounds.

Whenever Zika went here, time always seemed to slow down. Just for a little while. Just a moment, it all slowed down. Everything seemed a bit more peacefull, though everything was chaotic and crowded. Zika scanned his surrondings, seeing the farmiliar faces of his classmates around him. All were to farmiliar. He remembered them from way back. He remembered the people that bullied him for his culture and the people who accepted him. The ones that were being fake and not true to themselves, a cross was formed over their faces. Everyone had a cross over their face. Except for one boy, at the end of the hall.

His face was crystal clear and perfect. Seemed as soft as a kittens fur and with pure, innocent eyes that would make any person stop and wonder what lied behind thoes big pure eyes. Aligned perfectly, were pink, precious lips. So precious no one dared to have him speak, for one sharp tone would break them.

Zika stared and Zika wondered and as he took a step foreward, suddenly he was facing the boy. They looked at eachother and time returned to normal. Zika looked down at the slightly smaller boy. "Hey..." Was all Zika could say. The boy smiled and gave him a small nod as a greeting. Zika suddenly remembered. He was the boy from the picture. The new student. "Your Koda, right?" Zika asked. The boy nodded carefully and pointed to his chest. "Koda..." He said and pointed to Zika. He tilted his head slightly. Zika figured he was shy.

"My names Zika, I will be showing around. Hopefully we can be friends." Zika said and gave Koda a heart melting smile, that could make anyones knees weak and turn to noodles. Koda didn't smile back, not at once anyway. He was studying the other boy infront of him. Studying his features. Then he smiled back.

Not much talking was done, not from Koda's side at least. They walked and Zika showed him around. "This is the art room, if you are interested. My good pals Marshall and Millie are a lot in here. Its just art in general in here. If you ever feel creative, just come in here." Zika said and looked at Koda. He nodded, his eyes full of wonder, seeing the different art pieces on the walls.

The two carried on, walking with slow steps, yet Zika wondered why no word was spoken from Koda. But he did not dare question, nor ask about. He didn't want to make them feel uncomfortable or unwelcomed for their lack of words spoken. "Do you know where your next class is?" Zika asked, his eyes gentle and caring. Koda looked at Zika and shook his head 'no' with eyes seeming so innocent.

The taller boy smiled and helped Koda get to his next class and understand where classrooms were and the system. When they went to the class, Zika was called by a teacher. "I'll see you around, Koda" Zika said and followed the teacher down the hallway.

The two stood there for a second and the Teacher let out a small sigh, pinching their nose bridge. "I know it is unlikely for you, but did you or did you not preasure Koda into speaking." The teacher said, crossing his arms. This made Zika shocked, but he did not blame the teacher or ask the teacher why they would even think of Zika being mean or disrespectful towards another student.

"No I did not... But may I ask, why he does not speak... I figured he was shy..." Zika admitted, the teacher looking into Zika's eyes. He smiled and nodded. "Why would I think of you being mean to other students... Koda has been out in a terrible accident and lost some of his memory and the function in his brain to speak. He will learn to speak again eventually, but it will take some time and a lot of training... I wan't to ask you to be near Koda and be his friend, to be sure he is out of any bullying... I trust this will be no big deal for you?" The teacher asked and Zika nodded.

So that was the reason Koda didn't speak much. Thats when Zika took on another task. He was gonna help Koda, to learn to speak once again. Little did Zika know, it would escalate into something more.

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The grey wolf walked past the injured black cat, seeing it had no chance of survival. The wolf should have eaten the injured cat, but picked it up gently and walked down the dark alley way. The wolf placed the black cat carefully down on the ground and proceeded to lick the cats injuries.