As You Wish

•A White Feather•

It was a sunny Monday morning and the light was shining in threw the windows in Meyong's room. It made his white bed sheets look even whiter. Some of that bright light was shining into his eyes causing him to slowly wake up. As the young male started to wake up and open his eyes, he saw that his window was open. He began to get out of his bed when he saw a small cat underneath the window. Its white and black coat amazed him, it was exactly half and half right down the middle straight as daylight. He stood up having a fixed eye on the cat, he lightly walked over and bent down on a knee when he neared the cat. The cat got close to the wall and looked scared. He wanted to tell the cat it was okay and he wouldn't hurt it but his mouth didn't seam to move. He looked at the cat with a small smile and weird enough it gradually came to him and rubbed against his leg. This was the first time that an animal understood him but how. Did everyone have something that he didn't or did he have something no one else had. He gently put a hand on the cats fur and petted it with long genital strokes. His watch on his left wrist started to beep meaning he needed to get ready. He got up still having a small smile and shut the window, he had no clue with what to do with it, he knew he couldn't just leave it there alone. He was lucky that his friend He-san lived with him so he sighed feeling relief that the cat wouldn't be alone all day. He-san and Meyong grew up together sense they were younger. They met when Meyong was five wail He-san was seven, two years a head of Meyong. Back then was smaller then all of the kids in his grade, he had just gotten glasses too; his first pare. His hair was a lighter brown then it is now and his eyes were still dark brown, dark like chocolate. He-san on the other hand, he was the average height for the kids in his grade and age range, the perfect height. He had silky black hair and light brown eyes. A lot of the girls at there school had crushes on He-san s that he was 'The most perfect boy ever'. Honestly even girls now say that, mostly when there talking to Meyong, talking about He-san. The first day of school for Meyong was one of the hardest days of his life, with in the first 5 minutes of being in the class others picked on him for his size. They didn't stop all day and at recess it got worse. One of the kids pushed him down, who would have thought a kindergarten could and would do that. Meyong wanted the kid to stop but he didn't until another kid picked him up, that kid was He-san. He-san made the kid apologize and go away, he offered Meyong and hand. He took his hand and stood up bowing to He-san. He-san had a smile on his face "I'm Hin Sana-Hara. Just call me He-san" the taller boy said looking a little bit down on Meyong. "Thank you He-san" he said, and ever sense then He-san made it his job to protect Meyong no matter how annoying he may be. He-san was the first and only person Meyong had ever talked to his hole life, he may not talk to him a lot now or then but He-san gets him better then anyone else. That's why they share an apartment together. Haveing the cat in his hands he walked across the hall to He-sans room opening the door saying nothing and put the cat down lightly. Soon after he walked back to his room leaving the door open, he looked at his watch which he always wore no matter what, except if he was say swimming. The watch said it was seven am on the spot, so he walked across the cold floor to his closet and opened the door. He felt the how cold the metal handle was but slowly took his hand of and walked into the closet . Now his closet wasn't the biggest, but it had enough room for almost all of his clothes, all of the shirts were organized by color; his pants to, and shoes were organized by style. He grabbed a pair of black jeans with some slits in the knees as well as a white button up shit. It was the fancy kind just the type for going somewhere though. On his way out he grabbed a brown belt and a pair of black dress shoes, leaving the dress shoes in front of his bed he walked to his bathroom and put them on the sink counter. After a minute or two Meyong got his pants and belt on as well as his shirt; that he hadn't buttoned yet. Slowly he turned on both the hot and cold water to get warm but not hot water; he looked at him self in the mirror. He looked just like everyone else, he smiled like everyone else, he even ate like everyone else; so why couldn't he talk like everyone else. He went months without talking and when he did he would normally say no more then five words. This had always confused Meyong but what confused him a lot more is that people know what he is saying without him moving his lips. Why was he the only one he had ever met that is like this. He shook his head getting out of thought and was still looking at him self, his dark brown hair being a complete mess. He took one of his hand and combed it out with his finger being to tiered to use an actual hair brush or comb. His hair now looked a little bit better but still messy, he gave up with it and started to button up his shirt leaving only the top button undone. Meyong normally dressed a tiny bit up but not like over doing it. After brushing his teeth and splashing cold water on his face he walked out of the bathroom and walked over to a small dresser he had which just had a few small things in it like socks in this case. He grabbed a pair and sat on the end of his bed slowly putting one on his foot and then the other. He slipped his feet into the black leather like shoes and tied it. Getting up Meyong wondered about who He-san will be hooking up with tonight, this all started back about two years ago when his fiancée was killed, for weeks and weeks on end he would cry and soon turned to alcohol as his escape. Boy oh boy did it work for him, He-san would mostly drink during the late afternoon, going down to a bar right across the street from were they lived. He was a regular there, sense he started drinking then bringing a girl home, for the most part it was never the same girl twice. He-san told Meyong many times to not come back until after twelve, one so he could have alone time, and two because he knew that Meyong needed to be out more living life; not just at the house reading all day. He walked out of his room grabbing a small backpack from a shelf in his room; he didn't want to wake He-san up yet so he lightly closed the door and headed down the small spiral staircase. It costed He-san and Meyong a bit more sense they had a upstairs, the stairs led down to there high ceiling living room. The way the House was set up was kind of an open floor plan, so from the living room you could see the kitchen and the dining area. They didn't have anything fancy just average stuff; he finally took the final step reaching the main floor. Downstairs was even colder then up stairs, Meyong put one strap of his small brown backpack on his shoulder leaning the other hanging. He didn't even bother to grab a bite to eat; he walked straight to the door making sure he had his keys before locking the door behind himself. He walked down the hall and to the elevator pressing the button, as he did a girl who looked about his age walked up next to him, she had fair skin and a few freckles on her face going from her cheeks to her small nose. Her lips weren't to big either but they were there, in a light pink lipstick, her hair was about down to her mid back and black as night hair, she was in a pare of sweatpants. This girl was Kyung-Soon Amaka, Meyong has know her for two years they met when He-san and him first moved into the building. She had given Meyong a nickname the first time they met, she said he seamed as gentle as a feather; so he was her feather. He looked at her and gave a small smile to her, his head always got foggy when he was around her, he never could figure out why ; into the empty elevator getting in her self. Meyong stood against the wall of the elevator and was thinking about his book when he heard her voice "Why are you always so quiet" she said poking him. This was a question he had to hear a lot and every time he got asked that he never knew the answer, he wished that he knew the answer to that question him self. Why couldn't he say things like normal people.