And Nothing Will Ever Be The Same
Takuma Ichijou gazed down at the boy, still unsure of what to do. Why on Earth did things like this have to happen to him of all people? He was a nice guy! He lived a quite life in the mountains in the cabin his family had owned as long as he could rememeber, even though he was the last one left, he always managed to keep things at the bar running just fine by himself. People had offered to help him, said a boy his age couldn't handle it on his own. They'd even tried to buy the bar more times than he could count, but he didn't want their sympathy. Sure, his family had died trying to keep warm one winter, but he wasn't going to let that stop him. Sure, he missed them. He missed them everyday, but he couldn't let that ruin his life.
If Takuma was anything it was an optimist so he never doubted for a second that things wouldn't turn out for the best. And they had. They really had. It wasn't an easy life but it suited him. He had enough to pay the bills with a little left over. He'd been satisfied with the way things were going for him, true he didn't have much , but it was enough. He didn't really have any close friends either but that was fine with him. He'd never really liked other people that much anyway. There were the regulars at the bar and that's all he needed.
Takuma minded his own business and stayed out of the way of other people. He looked after himself, worked hard, and on his off time he ice fished. He didn't deserve this, but here he was looking down into the face of a boy around his age, maybe a little younger.
He'd been walking from where he's parked his truck to his favorite place to ice fish, when something in a snow drift caught his eye. He'd gone over to take a closer look and found it was a thin, nearly frozen hand. And that was how he'd dug up the boy he was looking at now.
And now he was left with trying to decide what to do . He didn't want to just leave whoever this was to die… if they weren't dead already. Takuma checked for a pulse, half hoping there would be none, but relived once he felt it. Weak… but still there. He couldn't just leave the boy here to die. Looks like he really didn't have a choice on this one.
Takuma picked up the boy, surprised by how light he was. Something else shocked him about this boy, even frost bitten and covered in ice, the boy had the most perfect face he'd ever seen. In fact, he was one of or the most beautiful people Takuma had seen in his life in general. He'd never seen a boy… this pretty, he looked almost like a girl, for a second Takuma wasn't sure if he was really a she. Either way, he couldn't stop staring at whoever this was. He had the palest skin Takuma had ever seen, easily two or three shades paler than the snow. And blond hair, a little lighter than his own, wavy and whispy as his was thick and straight. A small pout frozen on his lips, he was easily the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. And Takuma didn't want him to die.
Takuma put him in the back seat of his pickup truck, putting his jacket and anything else he could on the boy. If he didn't get him warm soon, he might not make it. He sped all the way back to the cabin, nearly falling off the mountain twice in his hurry. Whoever this was was NOT going to die or… at least not today.
Takuma tucked the boy in his guest bedroom bed. He returned a moment later with bandage to treat the boy's frost bite. Wrapping carefully the blackened skin so as not to cause any more damage to the boy's skin then there already would be. The poor kid was going to have some pretty decent sized scars from this.