Peddling as fast as he could, a young boy had been trying
his hardest to get home on time from spending time with friends. He had not
expected to end up so far away from home, but with bikes they had ventured off
to a large bicycle park near Ueno Park. Supper had been set for six o’clock and
he only had fifteen minutes to bicycle three kilometers.
“Ah, kuso!” He leaned over the handlebars of his mountain
bike and peddled his heart out, trying to get home as fast as he could.
Zipping passed all the other pedestrians, his hair blowing
back, exposing his mature face to the warm wind. His backpack had been bouncing
back and forth with each step over the peddle, his focus was completely on the
watch on his wrist.
Taking his sweet time with his hands in the pockets of his
black hoody, another young boy headed in a cross direction of the rushed boy.
He wore the hood of his hoody to cover his head, his thick black hair masking
his face from the low sun. The flawless features of his baby like face made
others around him look at his with dawning eyes. Though all attention was on
him, they all seemed to avoid him. The young boy had certain darkness to his
aura, upsetting all the strangers who neared him.
In a cross section of the streets, stopped by a red light,
the young hooded boy came to a slow stop. The bantering of dozens of friends
and businessmen on cell phones had been giving him a headache. As soon as the
light turned green, prompting him the permission to walk, he began again. In
one step, he started walking, when something had caught his sensitive eye. A
boy on a bike had zoomed by, ignoring the red light he was crossing on.
Stopping before his foot had left the curb, his gaze shot to the boy on the bike.
Speeding to catch the turning signal before it had turned
red, a 4X4 pickup truck had begun going through. The man in the pickup ignored
any signs of pedestrians crossing when they weren’t supposed to on the red
light cross walk. Directly in its path, was that rushed boy trying to get home.
He shot a gaze to the vehicle; they had no intention on slowing down. Quickly,
with no visual confirmation, the young, hooded boy had rushed to the biker’s
aid. With standby’s screams, the truck had his the bicycle, hurdling it across
the intersection. The male driver had screeched to a stop in the middle of the intersection.
Jumping out, he had looked for remains the poor boy he suspected he had hit. Pedestrians
swarmed into the streets, searching themselves for the boy’s body. All drivers
had begun shouting at each other, wondering why no one was moving. Lowly in the
distance, sirens were heard. The boy had just been to be injured or dead
somewhere in the street and someone had already called emergency personalle who
were already on their way.
On the corner of the street, behind the growing crowd, stood
the boy who wore a black hoody, tightly hugging the young biker. His thin,
strong body wrapped tightly around the boy, protecting him. Finally regaining a
sense of courage, the young boy slowly opened his eyes, his lungs still frozen
in fear. Pulling back from the saviors grasp, he looked with wide, diluted
eyes, which soon filled with wet tears.
“Ruka nii!” He dove to his savors shoulder, hugging him
tightly again. Tears soon fell, he sobbed onto the cool skin of the hooded boy.
The young, black haired boy covered his face, burring his face into Ruka’s
neck.
Being locked always in the vice of the young boys grip, Ruka
had no expression in his warm, snake like eyes. He had just saved a young boy
from instant death, yet he was incapable of feeling hope. His long, pale
fingers gripped the boy’s shoulders, feeling just how much he had been shaking.
He pushed the boy off of him, holding him still while his cold stare locked
onto him with a stern expression.
“Kazuki. Look what you are doing.” He spoke in a low cold
tone. Ruka was a very young and very handsome, but he was very shy and quiet,
cruel to the untrained eye. He rarely spoke, and when he did, he usually made
logical sense, which usually raised more questions. Ruka slowly dropped his
hands, resting them on his crouched knees. “What were you thinking?” He never
knew Kazuki until weeks before, and it was then when his life had started. He
had been intrigued by Kazuki’s pure soul and cute attachment to Ruka's
presence. Ruka had been placed in a home with this boy where he had no
knowledge as to who they were or why he was with them. The man that left him with
them told him to stay there until he would understand. To this day, Ruka could
not understand what that was supposed to mean.
Kazuki had collapsed to the sidewalk, his butt settling on
the grey pavement. Rubbing his forearm across his eyes, wiping them dry of the
tears, he looked up into Ruka's snake like eyes. His lip quivered when he
looked over his shoulder at the mangled bike across the road leaning against a
light post.
“Ruka nii,” he paused, sniffling quietly. “How did you?”
Though it was frightening to him, the mystery of how Ruka had got to him before
the vehicle had was in itself more frightening. Fresh tears had dribbled down
his cheek, welling in his eyes thickly.
Slowly raising himself up right on his feet, Ruka looked
down the bridge of his nose at the boy crying on the ground. Letting out a soft
sigh, Ruka tilted his head back.
“Go home Kazuki, Sakuragi san is waiting for you.” Sakuragi
san was his single mother. Ruka had not been related by blood to either Kazuki
or his mother and grandfather, but due to a deal he made, he lived with them
under the impression he was a long distance relative. Ruka took a step away from Kazuki, turning
his back to him. “Tell her I will not be home until later.” It was rare that
Ruka was at home on time, but he was a growing boy, it would be a strange thing
to see him not rebel against parents.
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