Year 2113. Destination: Training Arena, Fort Combat.
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Hiro's thoughts drifted from him as Cammi and Echo helped Kyra inside to her bed. He sighed inwardly, wondering why he ever thought it was a good idea to make his very old used to be best friend come to war.
Hiro and Kyra were best friends. Well, used to be. They met as preschoolers, both shy and a bit of an introvert. When they both started hanging out, they fit like a puzzle. They liked the same things, lived nearby, and played with each other all the time. Then, around seventh grade, they slowly drifted apart. They started liking different things, then went to different crowds. Everyday, they started talking less and less. Kyra had seemed to not notice. But Hiro, on the other hand, was noticing it just fine. It was like a wall had grown between them. Life started to get busier and busier and by eighth grade, they were completely blocked off from each other. When it couldn't get any worse, it did. Kyra had moved. And it wasn't nearby either.
Then war happened. Hiro didn't have any time at all to think or even try to get into contact with Kyra anymore. But in the back of his mind, he still had her. He was recruited and trained for the WONM. When he was on one of his visits back home, some of his very old friends told him that Kyra's friends had told them about Kyra. She seemed miserable, one of her friends had said.
So Hiro had developed a crazy, crazy plan. He secretly broke into his dad's lab. His dad had actually been a very big inventor. He had developed so many things that the world needed the most. Some inventions though, he had kept private, only telling Hiro. One of these devices was a teleportation necklace. It was very beautiful. Hiro swiped the necklace, and was on his way to Kyra's apartment. He boxed it up and put a note with it inside.
He straightened up, put on his charming smile, and knocked on Kyra's apartment door. When she opened up, he could hardly recognize her. Instead of her bright, big eyes and neat, thick brown hair, she was looking dull, her eyes glazed over, and her hair messy and tangled. He quickly recovered, and smiled wide. All of her would soon change.
Hiro cleared his throat. "Package delivery. Ms Kyra Saint, right?"
Kyra did a small smile but Hiro could tell it was fake. "Yep, that's me."
"Here you go." Hiro handed over the package, taking a quick glance inside. It was an absolute mess. "From a friend, I think."
"Thanks." Kyra slid her door shut and Hiro could hear her shuffling away.
He made his way back to his car, and looked in his backseat. There were a few things that Kyra might need for the war.. Before Hiro went back to the airport to go back to Fort Combat, he stopped by the bookstore. He selected a journal, satisfied that Kyra would like it, and wrote her name in the best Kyra style-handwriting that he could.
His plan seemed perfect. At the time, anyways..
"Well, Kyra's down so why don't we all go and practice some more?" Cammi's voice snapped Hiro out of his thoughts.
The group trudged along, but Hiro was still thinking. Cammi nudged his side. "Hey, you okay?"
Hiro nodded his head. "I guess."
"Hey, it wasn't your fault that she got hurt." Cammi murmured to him.
"But it's my fault that I even took her here." Hiro had already told Cammi of this awhile ago. Even before the plan went into action, Cammi was the only trustworthy one. They had been friends for a long time, since Hiro had first started war.
"That part might be true though." Cammi teased.
Hiro turned his head. He didn't want to hear it..
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