AU: Humble beginnings

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Heyo fellow Never Forgottians. CG here with another fanfic under her belt. I've drawn in the past, if you've seen my gallery and I hope you have, I've drawn at numerous ocassions the Imaginary troupe as youngsters, or more or less what I think they'd be like if Imaginaries have normal life spans like us.

Well here you get to actually read about them, this being the first one I've started. It isn't even fully completed yet, so this is just part one. If it gets a good enough response I might continue; if not I dunno. I might leave it, or continue writing it either way.

So here we go.

Humble Beginnings Part 1

You couldn't ask for a brighter day even if you had wished for it using a genuine Genie from a lamp. The sun was bright against a sky that was dotted with puffy white clouds, a lovely rejuvenation from the slight storm the skies had opened up with just one day before. Really, it was a wondrous day that could have been full of possibilities, freedom and fun if it weren't for one little thing.

"Wilton! Do hurry up, you can not be late for your first day at school!"

The shrill voice broke the peace, echoing through the large hallways of the rather large house that sat atop a hill. It was a home, not just a house, to a mere family of three but it could easily house up to ten or more occupants without any strain. But, that was the kind of house you lived in when the bread winner of the family was a successful head of a bank.

There were expensive carpets upon the floor, keeping the cold marble floor at bay with their warmth. The walls were covered in portraits of ancestors, and more recent family photos as well as portraits. If you walked down a particular corridor in the west wing of the large house you would see the progression of the family that lived there now. From the parents (Oswald and Celia Michaels) first proper date, to their wedding, honeymoon, Celia?s pregnancy, the arrival of the egg then finally the arrival of the child.

The child in question, named Wilton Norman Michaels, was busy tying his shoes. He looked more similar to his mother then his father, given his feet were somewhat bigger in proportion to his body then they should (maybe an indicator of how tall he'll one day become, like his mother), and the lobes on the sides of his face were round like hers, and unlike his father's more pointy lobes. This morning he wore black shorts that went to his knees, a white short sleeved shirt and a blue tie hung around his neck. The shoe now properly tied he stood up and grabbed the small suitcase from his study desk.

"Wilton!" Celia, his mother, was growing less and less tolerant for her son's tardiness.

"Sorry! I'm coming!" Wilton called back as he hurried out of his bedroom and then down the stairs. He came to a halt in front of his mother, who today was wearing a more business like suit, since today she was going to the country club.

While Wilton was red in complexion, Celia was a more deep pink hue. She adjusted the collar of her own jacket before leaning down to fix his tie. "I'll have to get your father to teach you how to do your tie properly once he gets home." she said primly as she undid his tie entirely, and redoing it.

"Okay." he replied around a choke, since she had a habit of doing ties a little too tight for his liking. Once his tie was properly tied, Celia stood up and walked towards the front doors of the house. "Um... Mother?"

"Yes?" she asked, as she pulled one of the large doors open.

"Are you sure you can't come with me?" Wilton asked, as he looked down the steps which led to the driveway where a large black car sat, waiting to take him to school.

"Oh Wilton we spoke about this yesterday. You know I can't, I have to go to the Country Club!" Celia waited for him to walk out the door before following him. Behind her, one of the maids shut the door behind her. "You're not scared, are you?" she asked, testing him slightly.

"N-no!" Wilton shook his head, "I'm not."

"Well then, nothing to worry about!" Celia and he stood by the car whilst the driver, a multi-armed blue gentleman opened the door for Wilton, who climbed inside. "Don't be afraid, dear. You're a Michaels. We don't let them see fear. Have a good day!" she kissed him on the cheek before the door was shut again.

Wilton watched the shape of his mother grow smaller and smaller into the distance before she was overshadowed by the large brick wall with wrought iron gates that led up to their house. He turned in his seat and buckled himself in, and opted to just watch the scenery whiz past his window. He had only seen his new school once, when his Nanny had shown him when they were out doing some chores together. Well, she was doing the shopping and Wilton had insisted on going with her, so she had pointed it out to him. It had seemed nice, the buildings arranged in a square and in the middle of the buildings were where the courtyards were. Places to play sports, eat lunch around some trees, and access the cafeteria. But around the outside of the buildings was the grassy area of the oval, and cut off from there was a smaller grass area along with the playground.

Wilton wasn't scared, no, but he was nervous. He had never gone somewhere without either one of his parents (mostly his mother) or his Nanny with him. And school? All day with a whole bunch of other kids of various ages and species, learning important things? What if nobody liked him? What if the teacher was really mean? He gulped nervously before he began playing with his laces.

The car drove down the road, and it whizzed past a pedestrian area without slowing down. It was a close shave for someone walking across the walk, she had curly pale lavender coloured fur which seemed to cover ever inch of her. Short horns adorned the top of her head, and what you could call small fangs jutted from her mouth. Instead of hands she had hooves, and one was holding onto the hand of what could no less be her son. He looked just like her, except his fur was dark purple and instead of having two eyebrows he had one thick unibrow above his yellow eyes. As the big black car had whizzed past he had released a high pitched squeal of terror. His mother though, didn't share the same terror.

"¡Estúpido!!" she all but roars after the car, shaking her free hoof, now a fist, at it. She growls to herself before leaning down and scooping her crying child into her arms. "Shhh, Eduardo, sshhh. Is okay, they es gone now. Shh." she makes it across the street, Eduardo crying in her arms. "Aayyye carumba," she mumbled to herself. "Great start to New Year, new place, I tell you father, don't I tell him? You would no be settling in, change this big you es ascared already of estúpid cars who no look where they is going."

This is Flaca Dellarosá, she and her husband Gonzalo recently moved to the city from further south of the border, bringing their young son Eduardo with them. Gonzalo was a wrestler and fighter by trade, and he had to go where the work was. So far wrestling in America had become really popular, so he had moved his small family, away from his large one, to make a name for himself. Flaca had never thought much of the move, more concerned for the welfare of her only son, who was quite possibly one of the more sensitive youngsters one could meet. He was scared of practically everything, from the dark all the way to striped socks. No kidding. And here he was, now off to his first day of school and Flaca along with Gonzales had spent the better half of a year preparing him for the idea of being without them. Now, his fears finally calmed had been sparked to life all over again because of a stupid driver.