(Woo hoo. Finally, the first chapter of Asyre ABC's, or Asyre Bel Canto sees the light of day! Since it's the first chapter, and I don't want to cause any problems too early, the two characters are my minors from Lyncile, James and Rose.

I don't own the song the extract is taken from, it belongs to B.O.B, Hayley Williams and Eminem depending on the version. Further, I don't own the RP this is based on. The characters are mine, but the world of Asyre belongs co-jointly to everyone on the forum.

*Asyre bel canto*- Is a page break, because hates me and won't let me use one... ^^)

Airplanes

'Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are shooting stars?

I could really use a wish right now...'

James winced as Rose took his arm in a death grip for the fifth time in less than ten minutes. Nonetheless, after the pain dulled again, he grinned. Rose's enthusiasm was infectious.

She pulled her friend around another corner. So far, he'd seen the picture she'd drawn for him, a tabby cat and her mewling kittens in Rose's back garden. Rose said that they'd 'moved into' an alleyway before she brought them home and promised them they could meet James. Currently, the seven-year-old was dragging him to the park to see something "really, really special".

James saw Rose shiver and hold her coat closer as a particularly bitter breeze swept past. When they arrived, the park was nearly empty. The sun skimmed the horizon, although it was only 7pm. Rose held James' arm tightly as she crossed the park and made for 'their' corner. James swept aside a branch, opening the way in.

This was their den, their hideaway. Their haven. Every child has a place they run to when in trouble, a place they feel safe in, a place to escape... This was theirs. The small abode wasn't particularly comfortable, but it had played host to thousands of secret conversations, hundreds of games and it paid witness to the frequent hugs and tears of the pair. James frowned. What would happen the next time Rose came here in tears? Who would wrap their arms around her and lie to her, saying everything was okay? Who would be here for her?

Rose had ran to the corner off the den and refused to let James come near the area until she was ready. When she finally moved out of the way, James couldn't help but smile. It was a daisy patch.

Except, each and every flower was blue.

"So," Rose asked with a smile that could light a candle at thirty paces, "are you happy now?"

After being told to smile by Rose, James had once said, in the worst mood possible, that he'd smile when he found out daisies were blue. His parents had been fighting again that day and he decided he'd rather be outside in the cold than inside with those two. Rose had found him over an hour after he left by wandering the streets. Of course she'd been berated for it by none other than James himself but said she couldn't get lost following him because James "took the same route as always".

The floor around her was littered with water bottles and one small pot of ink. She must have watered down the ink and fed it to the plants.

"Yeah Rose, I'm happy now."

"Are you going to go away again?" Rose asked, her eyes losing their excited sparkle.

"Maybe once more, but never again."

"I think I can handle that." Rose replied in the most grown-up way possible. All it really did was remind James what age she actually was.

I hope so... James thought before asking, "What do you want to play now Rose?"

*Asyre Bel Canto*

Last Tuesday, at exactly 10:34 am, James had been admitted to hospital. After three constant days of throwing up and headaches, his parents had taken time out of their schedules in order to take him to the A&E.

One X-ray later and James was transferred to a single room. A few of the staff gave him a look of sympathy James didn't understand as he was wheeled in on a wheelchair.

He wasn't overly concerned. People got put into hospital all the time. In the mind of a child, hospital is more like a holiday from school and without your parents. It's a small bout of freedom paid for with the discomfort treatment brings. The room itself was rather comfortable, inviting even. The wide and tall windows with pale yellow curtains which filtered the sunlight gave a spacious, airy feel. The room also had a window overlooking the nurse's station. When James pulled the blind he could out it at the busy atmosphere. The place was like an anthill with people rushing everywhere.

Eventually, James saw two ants he knew. His mother and father made their way to the desk at the centre of the floor more than a little tentatively. His mother looked to be on the verge of tears, but then, that was nothing new. James' mother had always been a drama queen. She was always the one who would either be bouncing around the house or in a solid state of happiness, yet, when the smallest thing upset her she'd cry and mope for days. The woman had once went into a week-long depression after one of his fathers' sweaters had accidentally been shrunk in the washing. James couldn't help but smile as the fond memory came back. His father had had to give the woman a day off, chocolates and buy an identical sweater saying that he'd managed to fix it.

So James beamed whilst his father caught the shaking woman in a hug.

Until he saw something he hadn't saw before.

His father's eyes were wet. His cheeks were damp with tear tracks and James felt for the first time that something was drastically wrong.

A consultant walked into the room along with the weeping pair. The room no longer felt open. It felt empty.

Fifteen minutes later, James only had two questions.

The first was "Mom, can I still go to Rosie's birthday party?"

The second came after the consultant left the room and James was left with two parents that looked at him with fearful and tearful eyes.

"Dad, what is can-cer anyway?"

*Asyre Bel Canto*

James and Rose came out of their den when Rose had to go home.

The cold wind swept over the now empty playground. The sun was in the process of biding the world farewell as it sank behind them, its light turning bronze as it disappeared as well as its non-existent heat. The sky ahead of them was turning a vibrant spectrum of reds, dark blues and deepest purples. Pinpricks of light made themselves visible in the darker colours shown.

James fiddled with his now ever present cap nervously. Rose had to be home before the sun went down. That was the rule. Even if it was only seven o'clock.

Grabbing her gloved hand, James and Rose ran back to the younger's house. The last time Rose had been late she hadn't been allowed out for three days. James couldn't allow that to happen, not with knowing what he did now.

So, when Rose stopped so suddenly that she almost jerked his arm out of his socket, James was not pleased.

"Rose, what the...?" The rapturous look on Rose's face made him stop and look up too. There were more stars in the sky now, but one in particular seemed to be moving.

"It's a shooting star!" Rose exclaimed, before squeezing her eyes shut, "Think of a wish, quickly!"

I don't need to think, James thought. He didn't have the heart to tell her that the moving light wasn't a star. It was an airplane. Playing along, he closed his eyes and wished on a non-existent shooting star.

Let Rose be happy. Let her have someone to look after her when I can't.

Seconds after James closed his eyes, Rose opened hers. She studied his naturally frowning face and smiled sadly. She was probably the cause of that. That and James' dumb parents and school and the bad people. It was all of their faults.

So, closing her eyes again, Rose wished with all her heart.

Star, if you can, let James smile more. He looks after me, so he deserves it. Please?

(Et Finito... ^^

B is coming up, C is written and ready to rock and rock... I'm currently taking suggestions and prompts for D and E. If you actually want your character associated with a particular word/prompt either tell me here or on the forum ^-^.

As a final note... HAPPY ANNIVERSARY GUYS! 2 years, who'd have thought it? :P)