The Loss Prologue- Akari Yasoca

Prologue: Akari Yasoca

The boy, young fifteen-year-old Akari Yasoca, crossed his arms behind his head as he lay back in the sun on the beach, feeling the sun beating down on him, his eyes closed, allowing himself to get a tan. Sighing in content, he knew his life was pretty much full. He was content here, with his life. He was happy with it. Sure, there were few things he wanted to change, but no one was perfect. His back held signs of angry red welts from his teacher's chain-like whip, but he didn't mind much. The swelling was going down, and he was enjoying his time in the sun. He listened to the waves as they crashed into the beach, running up to his toes. Yawning, he felt himself drifting off, even though he knew he shouldn't. He could get a terrible burn, as his mother said every morning before he left for the beach. He sighed and opened his eyes, feeling quite relaxed and tired. Dragging himself up into a sitting position, he gazed out at the water. The water glistening in the sun light, like thousands of little diamonds, causing him to look away before too long. He dug his toes into the sand, squishing it between his toes. He gazed up at the sky, smiling as the sun spread its warmth throughout his body. He was quite tan, really, and in shape, with well defined muscles and broad shoulders. He was short though, and sometimes got made fun of because of it. He stood at about five-foot-three, while most of the other boys his age stood at about five-foot-six, or taller. He didn't care that he was short, though. It didn't bother him like some people thought it should. What was the point in dwelling on how short you were? Dwelling on it and wishing you would grow wouldn't change anything, it would just make you upset when it didn't happen. He yawned and rose to his feet, where he then proceeded to leave the beach, the sun constantly beating down on him. He moved over toh is bike and hopped on, immediately racing off down a dirt trail up to his family's house on the thill. He loved the view from his room; you could see the beach and the water, and part of the large forest that grew nearby. He often traveled through the forest, breathing in its erotic scent of pine trees and other things as well. He rode quickly, knowing that if he were late for supper, his mother would have a cow. His father, Jersiah, usually worked late and didn't make it back for supper. Akari remembered when he and his mother had gone a whole week without seeing his father. He had been worried, but had known, somehow, that his father would return to them when he was finished doing whatever it was he had to do. TO his father, work was important. To Akari, family and fun were important. His father and he often argued a lot, though the love between them was strong.

"Hey, Akari!" his friend, Kris Krastin, said as he saw Akari ride by. Akari smiled and waved at his friend, knowing that he had to be going. He had to hurry if he were to make it in time for dinner. He couldn't risk being late again; his mother might ground him from the beach, and everyone knew he loved the beach.

He jumped off of his bike as he skidded into the yard, and bounded toward the front steps. He took a breath and opened the door to the house, kicking his shoes off in the doorway as he did so. "Mom, I'm back," he said as he walked through the hallway toward the kitchen, where he could smell food coming from. "Smells good. What's for dinner?" he spotted her over near the sink and smile at her. She turned to face him and smiled back, in the middle of cutting up a few tomatoes.

"Your favorite, honey," she replied with a warm, affectionate smile. "Crasi on Plad."

He felt his stomach rumble simply by hearing the name. He licked his lips. "Yum. When will it be done? I can't wait."

She gave a laugh. "In about ten minutes. I got started late, sorry." she moved back to continue cutting her tomatoes. Akari smiled at her and left the kitching, taking the stairs two at a time to get to the top. He reached the top and turned left, going down the hallway that led to his room. He opened his door and closed it behind him, sighing as he breathed in the familiar scent.

It was good to be home, he realized with a smile. He loved his life right now, even if there were certain things about it that he hated. Like how his Uncle Yara liked to punish him for no reason at all. Uncle Yara, a.k.a his teacher, always hit him and yelled things at him. But he hadn't really paid any attention to the hits and threats for about three years now. He had gotten used to it, and it had become something of a routine. He would never tell his parents about it though, oh no. He couldn't tell them; they wouldn't understand why he took it. Although his uncle was rude and selfish, he was stilla good teacher when he wanted to be, and Akari had learned a lot about the martial arts, and about armed combat. He had also learned a lot about Trasuai, the magical abilities he now had due to his birth. But somehow he got the feeling that Yara wasn't tellinghim everything, and didn't like what that meant. Shrugging, he shoved the thoughts away, gazing out his window at the marvelous view he got from there.

He sighed then, feeling an odd feeling in the back of his mind. For a moment, everything spun, and he felt lik he was going to fall down. He grabbed his head, wincing at the sudden pain, but before he knew what was happening, the pain, the dizziness, was gone. He wasn't sure what had happened, but he gripped his head tightly, keeping himself still as the world stopped spinning. Frowning, he glanced around.

"What...What happened?" he questioned softly, though he knew there was no one there to answer. Sucking in a shaky breath, he winced at a slight pain in his side. Groaning, he moved toward his bed, where he fell forward onto it, clutching his stomach. "What's wrong with me?" he whispered as he clenched his eyes closed. "I haven't even eaten yet, and I'm already getting a stomach ache!" Sighing, he shook his head. No, this was no ordinary stomach ache. Something about it felt...off, though he wasn't sure what it was. He slowly rose to his feet, where he stood for a moment, gazing seemingly at nothing. "What happened?" he asked again, frowning. "What just happened?"

Of course, there was no answer.