My Mistakes Started With You

  The story was perfect. Mostly because Xeha thought it was. The edginess, dark humour, unexpected climax and finally the unhappy ending. Surely, it was relatable in somewhat's standards. Now all he had to do was add on the finishing touches. Grammar, spelling, all the visible critical mistakes he hadn't noticed while writing. Just before continuing his work, he took a glance at the beeping clock next to him. His tired eyelids rose a little when he realised the time. It was about 4 a.m. when he finally realised he'd been burning the midnight oil working on this god forsaken story. As he leaned back on his chair, he took off his glasses and pinched the space between his eyes. Sighing, then stretching out his whole body where he sat.

"Sleep's overrated anyways." Blinking his eyes several times to test wether or not he'd fall asleep anytime soon. 'Still not that tired, maybe I should go for a walk?'. After a moment of debating if he should risk himself getting caught by his grandfather for staying up so late 'or waking up early if he'd ever assumed', he was already at the door.

Coat 'check', socks and shoes 'check and check'. He wasn't planning on touching anything covered in snow, so gloves weren't necessary. Going out this early in the morning before sun rise won't hurt anybody. He would just be out for a moment before anyone in the household realise. 'Just a quick walk' he thought, justifying that nothing could go wrong from just a small jog. There wasn't any school that morning, so it won't be such a big deal if he just slept in after breakfast.

Upon opening the door that made the oh so squeaky, lack of grease sound, the night wind that blew through the slight door crack gave him the first taste of sweet mother nature. The one he avoided at all cost by barricading himself in his own room. "Okay then. Let's go."

Just as he suspected, the sun had yet to rise and the air was a freezing cold. It made him feel shivers crawl up his spine. 'What was it? December?' He held himself together not wanting to tumble all over the place just because of the north pole in his backyard.

Walking over towards the the wooden fence, he simply opened the the door and he was met with a slightly snowy street. He stuffed his hands into his pockets when he felt the cold risen there. 'Maybe I should've worn muffins.' There was no point of turning back now, so he made his way down the narrowed path along the streets.

The neighbourhood felt like a ghost town at the dead of night. At the most on normal days, it was quieter. More peaceful. Noting that only a few people from his school lives here. Which included him and- "Xeha?". At the sound of his name being called, his eyes lifted from the slim path to a boy covered from head to toe with warm clothing. He was around Xeha's height, maybe a bit shorter.

His face was barely visible, alas the winter hat and scarf that covered only but his eyes. At first, Xeha failed to recognise him from sight but it was unlikely for a stranger to even know him. His best guess was the only person other than his family to even remember his name.

"Well that's my name, Era. What in the world are you doing around this hour?" Coming closer to the heavily clothed boy, he had to bend a bit of his body forward to get a good look at him in the eye. There was no bother asking why he'd been so overly dressed this early in the morning. Knowing perfectly how low Era's tolerance were to the cold.

"Well, I knew you'd be here despite your granddad grounding you for it." The old coot however, had more of a name than Xeha could get from winning an essay writing competition. Everybody knew who Master Xehanort was, the next best thing were his twin sons. One that happens to be the father of a total nobody.

The urge to roll his eyes out hoping he'd see his brain at the back caught him. At least he'd knew he had some. Which he'd also noticed he made Era chuckle from his eye rolling movement. "Hey! What are you laughing at?"