Weihnachten Fotographie
"A photograph is nothing but a memory frozen in time."
The holiday season was here again, Dark sighed, he definitley hated this time of year. Apart from the stores raising their prices, the 'festivities' being pushed upon by the retailers as early as the middle of October, and the sub-zero temperatures, Dark hated the holiday season for one reason in particular: His family.
They were by no means the 'perfect' family, in fact-a perfect family in this day and age is almost as farfetched a story as humans sprouting wings and flying. His father had deserted them years ago, they hadn't even bothered checking if he was still alive or not, and his mother worked three regular jobs and whatever odd ones she could find to pay the mortgage and keep their minimalistic food on the table. Which meant it was his responsiblity to get employed and earn his own money if he wanted any luxuries, like newer clothes.
So, it seemed, as usual, he would have to brave the over-commercialized holiday industry to buy his mother a christmas gift.
Softly cursing the holiday under his breath, he'd only been in the plaza not even twenty minutes and had been trampled by the psychotic holiday-goers no less than thirty times. He eyed the menangarie of shops, mentally noting the ones that the crowds flocked to, generally avoided, and the ones that they cast wistful glances at.
Just as he was about to enter one of the shops, he heard a cry.
"Stop! Theif!", That cry belonged to some pudgy red-faced baker that was chasing something, or someone, that was running too fast for his mind to fully comprehend.
That blur swiftly ran in front of the amethyst-eyed teen, still too fast for Dark to make out any features other than the fact that it was human and supposedly around his height. He would have just gone on with his buisiness and forgot the whole ordeal had it not been for the fact that the fat chef pushed him roughly to the side in his awkward stagger that was supposedly a run, but Dark(nor any of the bystanders) could really be sure.
So, seeing as his plans of pretending the whole ordeal had never happened had been trampled on-literally, Dark jumped up and ran after, not the baker-he could have easily walked behind that fatty and caught up, but ran after the 'figure' that the obese baker was after.
Welcome to my Christmas fic! Hopefully it'll be finished by christmas-Review please if you want to know the rest!