They're coming to take me away! HEHEHE

Cat-ears twitched as the now fourteen-year-old neko pranced around the rocks. The sun was going down as he hopped from boulder to boulder, laughing insanely. Even though it was the summer, Sabriel had a large, fluffy coat on, seeming to not know just how warm it was. The boy was delusional, though, and completely insane. It couldn't be helped.

He finally stopped and looked up at the sky, still giggling. His golden eyes held a sort of sad look, even though all of the laughter. Sometimes... people just had to laugh to keep themselves from crying. "They're coming to take me away! Eeh haaha tee hee!" he yelled, spinning in a circles. "The aliens are coming, YAHOO!"

Sabriel thought he heard a voice and he looked around before seeing a girl. He shied back slightly and looked at her through cautious eyes before skipping over to her, going around her in a circle.

"Are the aliens coming for you too?!" Sabriel asked in absolute joy. It would be nice to have a friend while on the ship! "Or... ARE you one of the aliens?!" A look of wonder came to his face and he held a finger out. He wanted to poke her, but he was afraid she might eat him or disappear if he did so.

Sabriel frowned when she backed away and shook her head. "You're... you're not an alien?" He was desperate for friends, and since no one here liked him, maybe people from other worlds would. He hadn't heard from or seen Nicolas, Ella, and Mery in so long... and the only person who cared about him right now was that creepy guy January.

As he finger touched his, the neko grinned and looked at her with an ecstatic glee to his eye. "I'm Sabriel!" he said. "Will you be my friend?!"

Sabriel frowned when she showed that she really wasn't an alien. Oh, well... maybe they would come to take him away from Earth another night. That would be nice. Maybe Nicolas and Ella were on some other planet... it would be nice to go there if they were there too.

"I'm Brazil."

"That's a pretty name!!" he quickly exclaimed. "It's unique, like mine! It's great to meet you!" He was in a good mood right now, even though the disappointment of the lack of aliens was horrible. Brazil was lucky, though — if Sabriel had been in a worse mood, she would have had more to worry about than his talk of aliens.

When she nodded her head to say they could be friends, the little boy jumped up and down in the air a few times. He hesitated before quickly jumping and hugging her as he landed. "Squee!!" he yelled. "So how old are you, Brazil?" he asked, taking a few steps away from her now that he had invaded her personal bubble.

Sabriel nodded at her fingers. Thirteen was a nice age. "I just turned fourteen," he said. "August fourth." He grinned, then looked at his coat. Aunt Michele had gotten it for him. At least she was still around to love him.

He slowly removed his coat and set it on a rock, now beginning to feel a bit warm. Underneath was a long-sleeved, bright yellow shirt. He sat down on his coat and patted the rock next to his, wanting Brazil to sit with him. "How long have you been here?" he asked her.