It was a sunny day here in Lavorant, a city which located near a harbor that was bustling with life. In one of the famous street restaurant, just right around the city corner was a boy in his sixteen. He was wearing a red cap, a green jacket and yellow pants. Such contrast would normally warrant unwanted attention in another city but it didn't happen here, since a marine harbor symbol was clearly printed on the back of the jacket.

It was actually one of the common uniform for the dock helper in the nearby harbor, such was a normal sight for the nearby passerby.

" Basara , here !"

The boy then turned his head towards the callings and his expression changed greatly from dull and became  brimming filled with joy.

" Kazama , long time no see , come we eat in this restaurant, my treat."

" Ahahahaha sure thank you, was I late ?"

" Nope and besides its no problem hahahaha, come come."

And thus both of them entered the restaurant that Basara had standing in front of before. Quickly they searched for an empty seats near the window where they can gaze freely towards the bustling streets.

" Oh.. look at you, and your arm muscle eh Basura, the so called strong man"

" Shut up and just order your food then we can talk all you want, I am hungry."

" fine , fine."

A waiter then come towards them after Basara flicked his finger, bringing with him a set of the restaurant menu list. Basura than mentioned a certain dish with the drinks and the waiter quickly jolted down what he said, different from his buddy Kazama who was still confused with the food name in the menu.

" Hey Basara, what does this mean ?" His fingers was pointing at the a certain dish name which Basara followed quickly and nodded.

" Oh that is a crab with coconut sauce, it is no bad."

" Not bad huh ..hmmm fine, I will trust your judgment." Kazama then just nodded towards the waiter while also not forgeting to mention a glass of fresh water for his drink. The waiter then quickly left them and went towards the restaurant's chef.

***

Time passed by as the two boys finish up their foods and proceed with their chatter.

" So Basara, life here is not bad right ?"

" Bad ? are you mocking me ? it is heaven compare to what I had to experience before."

" Hahaha don't be angry, I am just really curious you know ?"

"Right, whatever."

" Never mind then, do you have any difficulties  adjusting with your works in the harbor."

" Nope, not at all, and once against thanks for giving me the chance." his words was full of his honest feelings accompanied by a smile that appeared in his face.

" Don't mind it dude, It was after all the winds, the very wind takes me to you , yup."

" The wind huh ... you really like that words."

" Well that is my way of life, free as the wind, how about you ?"

" Mine ?"

" Yes, who else am i talking right now ..."

" Sorry, it just that happen again when you were talking."

" That ... is it still that bad ?"

" Nah ...not that bad but sometimes it occur briefly."

" Well that is good if there is some improvement, tell me if anything happen okay."

" I hope it wont to come to that point...anyway let's talk about other things ... have you found any information about her ?"

Basara tried to quickly change the topic yet he failed against as his curiosity and worries takes the better of him, Kazama just smiled tough at his friends blunder and with an apologetic face answered.

" About your mother ? I am sorry nothing yet."

" Is ..is that so ..okay don't mind it , you can give it up you know."

" Nah, a man can't go back to his promises !, I had promised to you that day that if you followed me I will certainly find your mother !"

Basara then suddenly smiled again and said simple "thank you" word as a small tear can be found welling up in the corner of his eyes.

****

2 years have gone by since the two first met. It was a dark and gloomy night, with certain humidity that could warn the populace, rain could come anytime. Such a thing would of course made some people to think again about going outside.

Yet in the dark alley somewhere in the slump was a boy wanting to give up his life, no complains were uttered at all from his mouth. Only emptiness could be seen from his black eyes. Blood could still be found flowing from his lips and heads. Perhaps unconsciously he was biting his lips to ascertains him self that he was still alive, but the wound on his head was another things.

No other explanation could be said other than the fact someone had hit him hard enough in his head that blood could flow from it. Yes, in fact not so long ago he was still perfect, perfect in a sense that he still had yet want to yield his life but all of that changed in the span of hour, or perhaps minutes.

His mother were forcefully taken apart from him. His mother who was the only mental support he had in the harsh street life was kidnapped or perhaps stolen back by a man claiming to be his father. He had previously no knowledge concerning his father appearances outside what his mother said about him. She said that his father wasn't a good man at all, he was a drinker, loved to abuse woman, did drugs and hurts people. She always remind him that whatever life had provided for him, he should be thankful and blame no one.

She also often said that he must become a fine man, even down here in the street life, life not just for your sakes but other as well. When the boy asked who is others, the mother simply said she was one of the others and surely later on he too will have someone else. The boy just nodded and said nothing else, since he had his mothers he thought no one else was important.

Countless time had his mother reminded him to help other if he can and befriend them, but the boy just nodded without saying anything, continuing his life, begging on the street for some sparse change or leftover food.

His mother could only smile bitterly. To him all of that was enough but yet one day fate said otherwise. The fact that he had wasted the chance fate had given him...that day he regret it so much that previously, before his proclaimed father arrived, he hadn't listened to his mother and interact with others.

That day, was the disaster day that come for him and it arrive with such menacing that he could only tremble in fear. The day that separation comes.

His father had found them. His father that his mother often told him to avoid at all cost had found them. Of course he didn't recognize nor acknowledge such a man at first but it came back biting him and he was useless to confront that. Words of persuasions and compassion were utterly useless in front of him. The boy had then asked help from his surrounding, not only pleading he was also screaming the words, dwelling on it since it was his limit of capability yet no one came to his aid.

The moment that his mothers disappeared from his sight was such a frightening moment, and yet he couldn't do a thing, he had somewhat knew in his heart that perhaps it would be the last time he saw her. Even as he scream to take him with her, to use him whatever he wanted the man never turned back from the corner with his mother. He disappeared completely, dragging the boy's mother with him as blood forming becoming a trail.

Rain then poured down without caring, as if to speak the boy sadness. It pour down hard and then it stops, as if telling the boy all of it was an illusion. The trail of blood was too, erased, leaving nothing.

He then proceed wanting to blame others yet he couldn't. his mother voice would resounding his head, telling him that he must not, that he must hold on. Perhaps as it was the only thing left by his mother that he could held, he held it dearly in his hearts trying to redeem him self and hoping all of it was nothing but a dream.

However such a thing was of course not enough. For a boy in his teens, where he only interact with his mother trough out his life, refusing others. It wasn't enough.

For his pillar of life was suddenly snatched from his hand, his right to lay his back on it was crushed. He had  and wiled nothing now. He only had one thing, wielding it dearly all the time, and when it disappears, hollow followed to drawn the boy in emptiness.

It was reflected in his eyes, that emptiness could very well be described by this boy. In his mind that scene repeated endlessly. The scene where his mother was taken from him, when the unknown man started to utters harsh words towards her, slapping her in between, choking her, tearing out her hair.

Of course the boy hadn't stayed silent at that time, he tried to take her back yet it wasn't enough. He had never fight before, and if people had come and try to takes things from him, he just didn't care so long it wasn't his mother. He could get stamped on and on and he just stay silent and eventually those troublemakers get bored of him and leave him alone.

They boy of course didn't know that those troublemakers didn't come to him alone but also towards his mother, his silent was killing her slowly yet he didn't know. His mother was helplessly being used by those troublemakers to fend off their urge. they made her do anything they want and give nothing in return. His mother only wish was so that they will  leave her son alone, and so they did. Out of honor to their perhaps or mostly because of boredom they did indeed leave the boy alone.

****

Day had changed and the boy still hadn't leave his original place. The wound on his head were miraculously closed. and when the sun comes down again, the life on his eyes could only grow thinner and dimmer. No one had talked to him this whole time, not even attempting to look at the boy miserable condition.

The boy was still repeating that wretched endless scene in his head when someone had  finally decided to shake his shoulder, shocking him hard enough to return his sense, yet he refused to answer.

But then not long after a hand was aimed towards his cheek and with a slap, they boy was forced to answer his caller.

" Where is you mother" they asked and the boy just stayed silent and suddenly cried ...

If one was careful enough, one could saw a small light of hope lit and shine in his eyes. The boy had  egoistically  thought that perhaps asking this troublemakers could help him find and take back his mother. He then began blabbering words so fast that none of them could understand, well that was until someone decided to hit the boy and told him to speak slowly.

Yet such a thing was denied again as they just simply left him behind after he answered that his mother was taken by someone who claimed to be her husband. However not long after  they left, the boy who was still wishing it deeply in his heart, swearing whatever he could to change  noticed the trouble makers coming back to him with smile.

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The light of hope was once again lit until the troublemakers began said their final crushing words.

" Yo trash, you know why we left you alone ?"

" Huh ?" answered the boy bewildered, what are they talking about he thought. Shouldn't they instead focus on finding his mother he selfishly concluded. Why bother asking anything else ?

" It aint boredom ya know ? It's your mother request !"

"..rr..re...request ?? mother ?"

" Yeah but in turn we got her unconditional service ! AHAHAHAHA" suddenly they all laughed and one of them briefly whisper the other before one of them submitted while muttering "can't be helped" and then they all faced the poor boy.

" Ya know what we do ? we get her to do this ..this, even this !!! and of course not forgetting that"  The group of troublemakers had decided to tell the boy the truth while showing the boy what they had done to his mother, one of them were acting as the female and the other act the male and started doing the things they had done towards his mother.

Of course they didn't do it seriously as they only wanted to have fun from his reaction ...but soon they got bored as he was just sat there, unmoving.  They then mocked him a bit before finally leaving him behind.

With kind hearth they too decided to left some prize for him as thanks in his mother place in the form of punching and kicking but they still quickly left him behind as they were truly bored from his reaction.

They boy was of course shocked, shocked beyond belief to know the truth and then an endless self blame started going on and on in his head before he utterly become empty inside out...  however all of that changed as the wind was blowing came to a sudden halt.

The boy was of course still stayed silent as if he wasn't there, but the surrounding environment weren't as unkind as before, something change and they felt it, they felt the change and the chill that would come soon, so the beggars near him suddenly vanished from sight.

Not long after a boy in his teens arrived there, although he was handsome and the surrounding scenery wasn't something that could fit him very well, the boy still stride forward. A casual looking expensive black suit that he wore didn't impede in his striding. In fact a big smile still accompanied him as he slowly proceed towards the boy,  the poor boy that later he would be known as Basara.

" Yo, finally found you." said the newly arrived boy, Kazama. No response was given though and Kazama decided easily on the spot to take the poor boy with him.

" Come with me, this kind of place isn't worth your life." said Kazama while he pulled the boy out of the dark alley towards the bustling road where an ambulance had mysteriously arrived waiting in advance. In fact if one had known, the ambulance was getting a fake call and come there before they were dejected that it was only a prank.

Kazama though didn't miss the chance as he felt the wind going towards them. He then tried to talk a few things towards the man that was in charge of the ambulance  and they finally allowed Kazama to load the poor boy in and head towards the nearby Hospital.

Life then had just getting better for the poor boy, He found a lifelong friend that he can treasure like what his mother told him, evenmore his friend Kazama  decided that he too would willingly lend a hand  in order for Basara to find  his mother, such was the tale of Basura until today.

" Fate was trully a myesterious things huh ..."

" Heh Basura ... could it be... you, you didn't listen my story did you ?"

" Eh ..of course not it was the new adventure you plan to go right ?"

" Such a vague answer, you think you can fool me hah ?" and the Kazama just went ahead and pinched basura in his cheeks, such thing would be weird for other people but not for this pair of lifelong friend.

" Besides I know what you were thinkging about, must be the past right, stop being gloomy HAHAHA."

" Ugh yes, I am sorry, now release my poor chee..auch !! Hey !"

" Hahahaha I do release you, right ? and  besides how many times I told you it wasn't fate ! it was the wind !!"

" Yes yes, whatever .."

And so the pair chatted again until now, where the sun was almost at the horizon,  and cold wind began to blew outside. It was coming from the ocean and as if to call him, Kazama notice it even inside the building.

" Ah.. the wind is calling me "

" Is it that time already ?"

" Yes hahaha, I need to go now."

" Is that so... alright becarefull ... I don't want to visit you in the hospital again!"

" what nonsense  you were talking."

The pair than quickly paid for their food and added some extra change for the restaurant. They indeed felt bad for staying so long.

" Okay than Kazama see you around !"  

" Yes, see you around, as the wind calls me, I Kazama shall go"

And with wush sound Kazama run like the wind. sometimes even Basara wonders why Kazama never got embarrassed saying those words, He wasn't a kid anymore after all.

The cold wind continued to blew harder and harder. Nearby the restaurant was a construction site that hadn't finished being built yet. Some huge piece of steel was hanging in the machinery high in the sky, but then the cold wind  draw nearer and finally touched the steel cable that was holding  the steel piece in place.

Suddenly the steel cable weakened its connection, perhaps fate wills it but the normally unimportant cold wind that could blew everywhere in this world manage to damage the steel cable and therefore made the steel plate fall freely.

A man was standing bellow, he couldn't notice the fall of such steel plate in this situation, where his shadow was behind him facing the other way and his mind was somewhere else, yet a certain man in the other side along with other passerby become hysteric and start shouting towards the man.

The man wasn't aware of such a thing , he became more oblivious to it as he focused his sight towards a certain young man that was running towards him, He thought why did he shout loudly and words run escaped his lips. Yet perhaps because he was dumb from the joyous moment a while ago  and that numbed his mind and judgement capability resulting his failure to comprehend his friends warning and instead only takes it as a jokes.

He also didn't realize the fact that he was unable to hear nor move for a while, excepting the moment when he turned his head towards his friend calling that he was still able to hear at that time. It was  as if something deliberately prevent him from doing so. Actually the fact was time stood still for him , and no one  would be able  to realize it, none including him.

He  was at the time perhaps only capable to think that his friend was just playing around. That his friend only wanted to gave him one more friendly hug before leaving, as he recall that it was one of their habits and they hadn't done it before they parts. The result was for him just to stand there waiting for his friend Kazama and then not long after his conscious faded.

*****

Not long before the accident happen Kazama, felt the wind that was blowing changed direction which he immodesty follow, the wind he felt was somehow telling him to run towards his friends and so he did, with all his might he turned back and ran towards his friend.

He hadn't felt this kind of wind before so he was a bit confused but nevertheless he still  went ahead, following the wind. He had this felling of predicament yet he couldn't really be sure. That was until the moment when he saw his friend, Basara.

Wind was blowing cold from the other direction, bringing with it a large cold steel plate, it was directed towards his friends and when Kazama realized it ,he started to shout, he tried his best to warn his friend and yet his friends Basara just stood there smiling.

BANG

That was the sound of the steel plate hitting the ground, wrecking anything below it, the concrete were smacked so hard that the crack spread around it. The atmosphere then turned silent and Kazama fell to his knees, tears was in his eyes.

He didn't move for a while until the contractor of the building arrive shortly after. They hurriedly placed a barricade around the area where the steel plate fall down and started their attempt to lift up the steel plate or at least move it to somewhere safe. It was then that Kazama focused his eyes on someone who looks like he managed the project, Kazama then started running towards the man.

He moved swiftly and he began to strangle the man, choking him while asking with desperation " What were you doing ! you killed my friend." Such words were repeated numerous times until one of the worker managed to separate the two, yet calmness was nowhere seen in Kazama eyes, the wind that normally felt comfortable around him was right now ragging beyond control.

However it was calmed down suddenly when one of the worker told the man that manage them that there was no one under the steel palate, that it was clear of any object that could be recognized as human body parts, thus denying the report that someone was crushed bellow the steel plate.

Of course the project manager hurriedly sighed , the panic that he had before had reduced to an extent that he can breath normally now. However the calm couldn't be found on Kazama as he shouted  and asked to be permitted seeing the accident place, and so they let him.

" How can it be ...where is Basara ?" was what he said, he was sure that Basara was there as he saw it with his own very eyes, along with many others.

It seems yet today was another mystery that being born, and soon it would follow its predecessor becoming an urban legend in the Lavorant port city.

*******

Somewhere in the vast universe, in a world filled with wonders were a village. The sounds of stone getting cracked and tempered could be heard. It reverberate numerous times that it could gain anyone attention. The sound was actually coming from a certain building in a certain village and when it suddenly stopped,  all face of the villagers turned towards the building, it became deadly silent.

But the silent didn't stay long as clear voice of someone shouting could be heard.

" Chief it is a success, look !!! Someone or something is there."