Contemplation

By BloodyChaosDragonKnight

Disclaimer: If I owned Dark Cloud do you honestly think I would bother writing fanfiction? I only own my muses.

A/N: Just a little thing that popped into my head during class…kind of odd and surprisingly not slash/shonen-ai.

Warnings: Nothing to serious.

The silence…That had been the first thing he'd noticed after his village's destruction. It had almost been loud in the quietness. There had been no music, no people laughing and talking to one another, no anything, just silence.

It was scary and somewhat disturbing seeing bare, empty plain where his home and the houses of his friends had once stood. Even seeing the smoking, completely destroyed remains would've been better than this…emptiness.

Simba had told him he had the power to rebuild all of it if he would simply recover the Alta, but even so it would never be the same. It may be the same people inhabiting the streets, the same houses, the same everything, but the feelings would never return to the way they were before the attack.

Nobody could forget the destruction of his or her village, nobody could forget nearly dying and then waking up in blank space. There were just some things you can't forget or at the very least shrug and carry on with your life, being told you're the only one who can restore the world is one of them.

He had grown with the expectation that he would someday leave his village and travel the world like his father did before him, but when he finally got the chance he found the world to be blank and bare just like his village was. What few survivors he found were not especially friendly or even helpful towards his cause.

If there's one thing they don't mention in stories it's the incredible loneliness that comes from being a hero. Everyone looks up to you and likes you, but that doesn't necessarily mean they'll have a normal conversation with you. As a hero, he's supposed to be above all that.

Sure he has traveling companions, but they're not exactly friends, just allies to a cause. Each of them is following their own path and it's pretty hard to get to know or even like one another when you're constantly fighting monsters in dungeons that's magic only allow one non-denizen per level at a time.

It seemed that lately all that he'd been doing was fighting, fighting and more fighting, only calling on his companions when he reached some obstacle he couldn't cross himself. He was completely worn out and it was taking all his willpower to keep from screaming 'screw saving the world, I'm going home!' and locking himself in his closet until either the dark genie was defeated or he got tired of sitting in the dark.

But of course he couldn't do that, oh no he was Toan, Hero of the Atlamillia and everyone knew that heroes did not hide in closets when they were tired of their responsibility. Too many people counted on them to save them all from certain destruction.

Saving the world was his responsibility, no matter how worn and weary he was. He had an obligation to finish this for once and for all.

Even if it killed him in the end.

TBC

BloodyChaos: "well….that was oddly serious and disturbing…sweatdrop"

Zach: "…sighs"

BloodyChaos: "Anyways if you liked it please review and tell me kks? "