A/N: This isn't an AU. The descrip makes it kinda sound like it is, but I promise you it's not.
I'm quite tired at 3:30 am. It's been awhile since I started an actual story (no this isn't a one-shot? Surprised?). So...I'm starting this baby. HOPEFULLY it won't take a YEAR to finish, like my last sorry excuse for a story. XD I'm pretty into this story so far (ish...I got kinda lazy ((expect editing)) since it's...early. Happy 11/11/11 everyone) so it shouldn't take TOOOOO long to finish. -shot- pfffffffff.
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Oh, this IS Keiichi/Satoshi btw, so if you don't like yaoi, leave now XD Rating will change, I'm sure. I'm a perv. XD
He ran through the woods, guided only by the faint moonlight above. His tender bare feet ached as he ran across the rock-strewn earth, kicking up leaves and sticks as he went. The cold autumn air that was quickly fading to winter whipped through his thin clothes, stinging his usually sheltered body. These things were the farthest things from his mind now. He needed to go faster. Adrenaline pumped through his body, cajoling him to press harder. His legs began to feel lighter the more he ran. He was too desperate. He couldn't back down now.
Not far behind him, footsteps could be heard. Heavy boots trampled the ground, crushing the fallen leaves beneath them. Beams of light were directed in no particular direction as they ran, searching for what was lost. They couldn't afford to loose him. Things would only grow complicated if he really managed to escape.
He kept running. He could see streetlights up ahead. Someone could help him, right? People…People would save him from the monsters behind him. Focused completely on his target he kept running. Bits of relief washed over him the closer he got. His legs were gaining feeling again, which wasn't good. They were wobbly and jello-like. They hadn't been in much use since now, which didn't help.
His foot caught on a rock. He didn't have enough stability to keep himself up and he fell to the ground, twisting his ankle in the process. He bit his lip so he couldn't cry out in pain. He couldn't let himself be found, especially now. He couldn't fight back now.
He took seconds to recover before trying to stand to his feet. When the slightest bit of weight was added to the ankle, pain shot through his entire body. He was as good as crippled. His face kissed the ground again. Even his arms were giving out on him now. He looked up to see the streetlights so close to him. So close… He reached out in a fruitless attempt to grab something that wasn't there. He closed his eyes. He could hear boots. They were close.
Meanwhile, Maebara Keiichi was sprawled across his couch, TV remote in hand as he mindlessly flipped through the channels.
He grimaced. Sitting up he turned the TV off and threw the remote on the ground.
"Geez, why does everything on TV suddenly suck?" He muttered and scratched the back of his head. He sat there for a moment, in total silence, as he pondered on what he wanted to do. He rocked forward off the couch and stood. He took a minute to stretch before lazing off to the kitchen. He could eat a snack while he thought of some way to entertain himself. He was rummaging through the cabinets looking for something good to snack on when a flash of lightning streaked across the sky. He jumped a little and looked outside his window. The moon was almost covered by rain clouds.
"Well, that doesn't look good." The brunette commented before going back to his search for food. After five minutes of debating, he finally went with the chips. By then, it had started sprinkling outside. Low thunder erupted followed by flashes of lightning.
"Damn, I thought the weatherman said no rain tonight…So unreliable." Keiichi grumped as he strolled out of the kitchen, bag of chips in hand. Right as he sat back down on the couch, the phone rang. Keiichi's face went from perfectly pleased to annoyed in no time at all. He set his chips up and rocked to his feet again. He muttered some angry gibberish about how 'he'd just sat down' and 'who would be calling at this time of night?'.
"Hello?" He answered the phone a bit hesitantly.
"Mom?" The brunette asked the in receiver, puzzled. "Why're you calling at," Keiichi glanced over his shoulder at the clock, "12:30?"
"Ah, I'm sorry sweetie did I wake you up?" She asked. Keiichi instantly took pity on her.
"Nah, I was still up. I'm just giving you a hard time." He smiled, even though she couldn't see it. His mom laughed a little before talking again.
"I just called to tell you we probably won't be home for another couple of days. Your dad's art seems to be selling quite well here and we think a few extra days and we could have it all sold."
Keiichi's eyes widened. They had taken quite a few of his dad's…er…masterpieces…to the city in hope to make some more money. Keiichi was glad to hear they were doing well.
"That's great, Mom. Tell Dad I said congrats. Take as many days as ya need." He reassured her.
"Ohh, I hate to leave you alone for so long like that…Will you be okay?"
Keiichi rolled his eyes with a smile.
"Course I will Mom. I'm not five anymore you know."
He could hear his mother sigh.
"…You're right…Just, make sure you eat well."
"I will, Mom."
"If you need anything, just as Rena-chan. I'm sure she'll be able to help."
"I will, Mom."
"…Alright…Now, before I go, did you remember to take out the trash?"
The brunette teen stared at the overflowing trash can in front of him.
"Yeah, yeah, I will."
His mom giggled.
"I love you, Keiichi."
"Love you." Keiichi muttered and hung up the phone. He sighed and stared at the trash. He looked over at the window again and watched the lightning streak across the sky. It was only going to get worse. Aggravated teen picked up the garbage and stuffed it all into the trash bag. He hefted the heavy bag over his shoulder and went to put on his shoes. He slipped them on and unlatched his door. Opening it, he looked outside. It was sprinkling. He could have sworn the temperature was at least 40 degrees lower out there then it was in his house.
Needless to say, outside was not very inviting.
The brunette took a deep breath and worked to gain determination. He stepped outside and involuntarily shivered.
"Dammit, this blows." He griped. He shut the door behind him, and hefted the heavy bag to a more comfortable position before breaking off into a run down his street. Guided by lamplights, he sprinted down the street, the cold rain stinging his face.
Once he arrived at his destination, he threw the trash bag on the top of the dumpster and turned to run back. He desperately missed his warm, inviting house. He also wanted food.
And he would've gotten his food, if it weren't for the weak sound of someone crying. Keiichi stiffened automatically and turned back towards the dumpster. Was he hearing things?
He stood completely still for a moment, completely forgetting about how cold and wet it was right now. He was about to go about his merry way when he heard it again. Sniffling. The sound of someone sniffling. Instinct overtook him and he ran back towards the dumpster.
"Hello?" He called out. "Is there someone here?"
It was too dark to see anything, but he strained his eyes anyway. He heard more sniffling, deeper into the woods. Normally, Keiichi wouldn't feel safe going into the woods alone at night during a thunderstorm, but right now, he didn't care. Someone out there needed his help, and he was going to offer it.
"Hello? I can help you. Who's there?"
He received no answer. This frustrated him. Did they not want to be saved?
"Please answer me." He called out, creating a makeshift megaphone out of his hands. He heard some kind of whimper. Whoever it was, they sounded in pain.
He strained his ears for more noise. He scanned the ground, trying his best to see in the dark. Another sniffle, a little to his left. He was getting close.
"I'm going to help you. Just, help me find you."
Keiichi got down on his hands and knees, not caring what got dirty. He crawled along the muddy ground and used his sense of touch to help locate the injured victim. His hand brushed against cold flesh. He felt the person flinch.
"Hello?" Keiichi asked. He strained his eyes enough he could make out the general shape of the person, laying facedown on the ground. Keiichi couldn't help but stare for a few seconds as he tried to figure out if it was a person he knew. He decided it wasn't. If it was, they probably would've addressed him already.
But, outsiders were uncommon in this village…
So…how did this person get here?
Keiichi shook his head, sending water droplets everywhere. There would be plenty of time for questions later, he was sure. Keiichi stuck his hands in his pocket.
"Crap where'd I put it…? Uh-H-Hold on a sec…"
The person sniffled. Keiichi dug in his pockets until he found what he was looking for.
"Ah-ha." He smiled and took out a small lighter. He covered it from the rain with his free hand and then lit it with his other, illuminating the small area just enough to get a picture of his surroundings. The victim was a blonde boy. He looked to be about Keiichi's age, maybe older. He was dressed like a hospital victim and covered from head to toe in dirt and leaves. His feet were bare and covered in visible splinters, which Keiichi knew wasn't good. He also noticed his ankle was swollen and turning purple.
"Geez…poor guy…looks like he's been through hell and back…" Keiichi thought as he flicked his lighter off. He touched the person's back. The blonde flinched again. Keiichi looked up at the sky like it held all the answers. At this moment, he didn't care if this person hated being touched or not. They needed obvious help. They were already shivering (as was Keiichi). They were probably going to get sick on top of all these other things they had wrong with them. Keiichi felt terrible.
"I'm going to help you…C'mon…"
He helped the person slowly sit up. The blonde boy winced in pain every time he was forced to move, and from the looks of all his injuries, Keiichi wasn't surprised.
"Can you stand alright?" Keiichi asked, quietly. The person gave no reply. Keiichi didn't even know why he bothered asking.
…Maybe the person was mute?
…Plenty of time for questions later. Keiichi helped the other stand. The blonde boy fell forward, but Keiichi caught him.
"S-Sorry," Keiichi apologized as he stabled the person leaning against him. He held the other up and helped him walk. Keiichi found that the blonde was dragging his feet and not walking…but same difference. The boy was surprisingly light…Keiichi bet he could pick this person up bridal style, if he needed to.
Once they got to the dumpster site, Keiichi stopped walking and looked at the victim in better light. He had light red eyes, which almost appeared pink. He was very pale and his eyes were blood shot and bagged. He had the striking resemblance to someone else…Keiichi just couldn't quite place who at the moment. Not that mattered. All that mattered was getting this person out of the rain and into his house.
"Do you want me to carry you…?" Keiichi asked him, willing to do it if he wanted him to.
The blonde boy gave no answer. Not a nod, not anything… Keiichi sighed. He set the person on the ground long enough to pick him up bridal style. The person didn't seem to care either way. Keiichi wasn't even sure if he was in his right state of mind or not. The blonde boy rested his head on the others shoulder and closed his eyes.
"Hey, are you okay?" Keiichi asked looking down at the other as he walked. The persons breathing had evened out and his face looked almost peaceful.
He was asleep.
Keiichi sighed in relief and kept walking. He couldn't wait to get out of this rain.
Somehow, Keiichi got the feeling that things were about to get complicated…but he pushed them aside. It was just paranoia, right?
A/N: I was going to make this longer, but 2000+ is enough wordage for one chappie. I'll leave the rest to the next update :3 Leave a review? :D Make me happy? :D