The city of Namimori was quiet at the time. Snow littered the ground in big and small clumps. Sidewalks were barely visible under the loose, wet snow. The sun was covered by the clouds though it peaked through every once in a while.

A man was silently padding down the street, nearing the park. There was nothing really unique about him for he was covered from head to toe in a dark cloak to stave off the biting chill. The only thing visible on his person was blonde, red, and black hair. This was uncommon in Japan but no one bothered him.

A child and his mother were walking in his direction when the 5-year-old dropped one of the oranges that were in his small grocery bag due to slipping a bit on the ice.

"Ah! The orange!" the boy cried out. The brunette sat down the bag and ran to get the rolling fruit.

"No! Tsu-kun!" the mother screamed in panic. She dropped her groceries as she stood frozen, watching an incoming van approach her child by the second.

Everything seemed to play out in slow motion.

30 yards

The boy looked up with the orange clutched in his tiny hands.

15 yards

His eyes widened as he froze in fear.

10 feet

He heard his mother scream for him.

5 feet

The van honked noisily.

3 feet

The van began to swerve and lose control.

1 foot

CRASH!

The van collided with a nearby street lamp.

People rushed out of their homes to see what happened in the small, quiet town of Namimori. Doing so caused them to become mortified by the horrific scene of the driver hanging out of the windshield with half of their body crushed between the steering wheel and the seat.

The mother who screamed for her child looked around frantically for the small boy. That's when she spotted the man that she saw earlier now across the street with his back to her.

Said man loosened his hold on the terrified boy and rubbed his fluffy brown hair. The boy shakily looked into into blue eyes that screamed warmth and concern.

"Are you alright, little one?" a soft timbre reverberated through his ears and body. The boy gave a trembling nod with tears at the edge of his eyes. The child's doe brown eyes looked up into worried and relieved ones. No one says a word until small arms wrap around the man's neck.

"Arigato, Nii-san," he mumbled in embarrassed gratitude. The man of multicolored hair smiled warmly at the child. "You're welcome, little one."