Flashbacks

I was starting to write the next chapter of 'Temptation' when a new idea came into my head. These stories will be a series of one-shots consisting of flashbacks dedicated to major and minor characters of GF. Please tell me what you think!

By the way, I don't like my summery, so would anyone like to help me out?

Disclaimer: I do not own Galactik Football or anything associated with it.

Aarch

Aarch walked down the street to his childhood home and wondered whether Norata was there. He stopped. Would Norata ever want to see him? It was 6 years ago that Aarch had left the Shadows. He'd come fresh from the Wamba's Planet, cured of Smog Poisoning and ready to make amends. Finding some resolve, he continued to walk until he reached the greenhouse. It was closed.

"Damn." Aarch cursed under his breath.

"Sorry mister, it's closed until week."

Aarch turned round to see a boy of about six with a football tucked under his arm. Aarch asked "When is the owner going to be back?"

"Next week. Are you new around here? I know all the people here and I ain't seen you before."

Aarch silently deliberated. He could tell the kid who he was and risk a backlash. Or, he could lie.

"I'm Andrew. Who are you?"

The boy grinned "I'm the owner's son. My name's Rocket."

Aarch instantly went into a daze. By pure coincidence and fate, his own flesh and blood was standing right in front of him. His own nephew. Lying about his identity suddenly seemed like a bad idea.

"So Rocket, why isn't your dad here?"

"He's gone to some convention about plants. He wants me to learn about 'em." Rocket finished by pulling a face.

Aarch chuckled but silently he was anxious about his nephew being without his mum.

"How's your dad?"

"Well, sometimes he can be kinda weird, but I cheer him up loads." Rocket pointed to himself proudly.

Aarch smiled. "Where are you staying? With your mum?" Aarch hadn't seen Keira anywhere.

Rocket's face fell "I don't have a mum. She's gone to the big cloud in the sky." he finished off by pointing his hand up to the sky.

Aarch's eyes widened "I'm so sorry." In his head, he was shouting "That's impossible! Keira can't be dead! The last time I saw her she was fine…" he stopped thinking, knowing that he wouldn't get any answers. "So, it's just you and your daddy?"

Rocket nodded shyly "Yeah. My grandma and grandpa stop by sometimes. They're really funny." Rocket giggled.

"Anybody else?"

"Nope. They are only family I have. Well, there's my uncle Ryan, I'm staying with him."

Aarch felt a stabbing pain go through him. "Norata didn't tell him about me?" he thought. He couldn't believe that Norata would hate him so much that he would tell Rocket that he didn't exist.

"Why are you asking me so many questions?" Rocket said, snapping Aarch out of his thoughts. "Why are you asking about my family?" Rocket's voice verged on scared. He took a step backwards. "I'm not allowed to talk to strangers. I mean… you seem nice but –"

"No! It's okay!" Aarch raised his arms in a gesture of peace. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just concerned." Aarch didn't like the idea of his nephew being afraid of him. "Why are you even out here alone? It's cold."

Rocket smiled "I can play with my football without my daddy yelling at me. He doesn't like me playing. Besides, I have my gloves." With that, Rocket juggled with the ball before aiming it at a wall.

"Not bad at all!" Aarch grinned, a sense of pride filling him inside. He looked out towards the landscape, a small frown on his face. Akillian was nothing like it used to be.

"You okay Mr Andrew?" Concern was etched onto Rocket's face.

"I'll be fine kid." Aarch walked up to him and ruffled his hair. "You keep practising, okay?"

"Of course. I'm gonna be a famous player one day, you wait and see!" Rocket beamed, his eyes sparkling.

"I'll look out for you kid." Aarch said, noticing the colour of Rocket's eyes for the first time. A deep shade of gold, just like his mother's. "Bye Rocket." he said softly

"Bye bye Mr Andrew sir!" Rocket waved.

Aarch smiled to himself. His nephew was safe and happy. His brother had practically disowned him but it seemed that he was finding comfort in his greenhouse. And his parents were okay. He made a vow to himself that he would come back to make amends, but not now. Walking down the road, he heard Rocket heard Rocket yell "Hey Mr Andrew! If you come back, don't tell my dad about the football!"

"Of course not!" Aarch yelled back.

"Cool, thank you sir!" Rocket said and went back to juggling his football.

Aarch went back to his hotel. Then to the airport. He needed to start somewhere fresh. As he boarded the shuttle, all of the worries and doubt in his mind were pushed back as the image of a boy kicking a ball in the snow filled his mind. And for the first time in a long while, he slept peacefully.

Please R&R, constructive criticism is appreciated!

Luv GFSista xx