Pierced Hearts

-Prologue-

No POV

Outside in a warm, beautiful region called Kanto where a bright sun elevates high up, shining down at the whole land above swirled clouds, hanging in the high, inky-blue sky, with various birds gliding through clear air, letting out squeak tweets. Forming in a perfect position of a 'V'.

It was another great day like new year has just begun.

On a narrow, concreted pathway near a clear empty park and big houses close-by on each side without lights turned on through stretched windows. There was a young, teenage boy dragging himself along the clear pathway in a normal speed, alone, with a smile stuck on his tanned face. His hazel orb eyes gazed straight ahead of him, puffing a little of his z-mark cheeks.

He wore a blue short-sleeved jacket with white stripes printed on each side on his shoulder and down under his arm, till the hip. Under it was a black t-shirt. He also wore grey long, regular trousers that fitted tightly. A mixed red and black sneakers that were laced in both of his feet fitting comfortably and last a baseball cap on his head, covering the top black-raven hair with some spiking out from back. On his behind-back, he was carrying a heavy, zipped, bright green, back pack which wasn't big deal to carry lots of books.

Finally after a long walk from his house and knowing his ways to school which this town was his hometown since he was born.

He stopped in his dead tracks, body facing ahead. In-front in distance was a big building that looked like a tower having over thirty windows in front view and a red flag waving as wind blew it on top roof. It was kind of a wind that would make you shiver all over your body.

The raven haired boy simply walks through a opened metal gate and enters in the crowded playground, just like every student does. Around him in his surroundings were teenage students, most were older than him while some are younger.

A bunch of tall Boys were in caged courts playing a game of basketball by shooting hoops while a bunch of girls were having a private conversation at a sitting area.

The school sign on top was called 'Pallet high' a school were high standard education takes place. It wasn't hard to pass, but it was very difficult to get it. Most teachers were very strict to achieve while some were pretty nice, calm and helpful for students to pass higher grades. It was kind like a school that makes you work hard till you beat your own target. I wonder what's your school like?

Now; as the young boy entered through the swinging doors without wasting time. He walks down the crowded hallway with other students walking past him, ignoring without taking a glance at him. On each side where hanged up old pictures on plain wall, even trophies which were years ago.

Soon, He finally enters the classroom where less students were going to their seat. As he did, he immediately saw his own friends sitting down in their seat at a very back row, having a quite conversation which he couldn't hear what they were saying since he's far from distance.

A brown spiked haired boy notices him standing near the opened door and waves his free hand up in the air fit signal. He wore a short-sleeved, fully black top with a collar around his neck, all buttoned up. A fully Black loose jeans. Black laced comfortable trainers and a black sweatband at his right wrist.

"Ashy-boy" he called out loud with a smile formed on his lip. Grateful to see his friend another day in school.

The raven haired boy smiled widely on his thin sealed lips and began dragging his worked legs towards his friends where they sat. Walking past some students who were sat in their original seat, getting their own work out and equipment from their sized bags.