When an alarm goes off one knows that "the hunt" is on.

Shion Matsushita lives in a fairly calm suburbia where exactly no serious crimes occurred. That is most likely why he's always feeling excited like a child on a Christmas when he hears the siren of the police. He's happy that something is finally happening in his quiet neighborhood though he is not a butt-head, like his cousin calls him, who enjoys to watch bad events. He can enjoy the thrill of police seeking the little thief because that's all it is: just one teen who has stolen few candies or even food. Shion believes the police bothers to care only because of the want to show people that they have a reason to patrol streets at night.

This night is different because the wind is harsher than usually and Shion isn't looking for the police from his window. Tonight he's outside, just coming from the library and trying not to die from boreness, when he hears the siren. He knows it's not wise to run in the streets while police is probably chasing a person just about his age but still he sprints, towards the sounds because they're so very close and he wants to see.

He doesn't get far though because a firm pair of legs and arms collide with his own body before he can turn left to the park. Shion staggers and then he's on the ground, almost hitting his head against the pavement but his collision mate grabs his arm and prevents that accident.

"What's wrong with you?" the boy has black hair but the brightest eyes Shion has ever seen and too flawless face to even be a boy's face, but he's also taller than Shion and that bothers him almost immediately - Shion is actually the tallest in his class.

"Sorry, I just-"

"If you want bruises on your pretty face you should run to a wall, not me," the stranger says and then he's running again, to the direction where Shion came from. Shion catches him easily though he's quite fast and is soon running beside him like a confederate. "Why are you following me?!" the boy yells.

Shion glances at the beer in boy's hand then grabs the wrist. "You're going the wrong way! The close mall is the first place they're going to look for you."

"What?" he stops and looks confused.

Shion exhales. "The mall. I mean the area's library, few shops, local restaurant-"

"I know what a mall is, I'm asking why're you telling me this."

Shion doesn't have an answer to that. Maybe it's because of the adrenaline which he yet doesn't want to disappear from his blood, or because of the boy himself or the fact that he just stole a drink. The third option feels good enough to say out loud: "You only stole few beers."

"You don't say," he frowns. "I'm lucky to have been transferred to this kind of police state."

Shion follows him as he sits down behind few bushes to hide away from the open streets. Watching him throwing and catching the drink can in his hands Shion asks since he always has to because he's curious, "You mean you are foreigner?"

"No," he answers slowly, probably trying to emphasize how boring it is for him to do a small talk. "I was only making fun of your town. Who are you anyway?"

"Shion, I live close by. Hey," Shion gives him a smile and extends his hand. He distantly notices that the siren sounds closer than before but he also doesn't really care about it, maybe because the strange boy's grey eyes are so nice to look at.

"Okay, hello. You can have this," again he speaks and moves so quickly that it takes few seconds for Shion to realize what is happening - the boy is on the move, running away from him and the two cans are in Shion's hands.

He actually has time to feel happy, even though he doesn't like alcohol, and he says "Thank you," out loud to no one since the boy is gone but realizes then that he can see the police running towards him and how wrong it all suddenly looks. Shion isn't one to swear but now he seriously wants to and so he does. "Fuck," he lets out before he drops the cans and flees.

/ / / /

Shion arrives home miraculously without official walking him there. He knows his mom wouldn't like that though she still isn't home but the neighbors would definitely pass the information to her sooner or later.

He walks into the kitchen and turns the radio on to fill the usual silence. He takes the last two eggs from the fridge and starts to make his omelet. At the same time he remembers when his father was still home and mom didn't work so much - mom only sat by the table and smiled as Shion and his father made omelets for the three of them, and Shion almost started crying when he wasn't very good at it after all. Now he knows how to make an omelet, how to make it even very delicious, but no one is here.

It's Tuesday night and he still has homework to do but first Shion spends time by his window and realizes how starless the sky is tonight. He knows he was stupid and the boy too was stupid because he didn't appreciate Shion's stupidity at all, still Shion finds it easy to forget because of those special eyes. He has never seen such a grey color and it's almost upsetting how the image just stays and stays in his brain.

AN:

Let's see if this goes anywhere, shall we?

Thanks for reading (& the booze), folks!