Chapter One: The Boy
"Shion," a voice called out, almost drowned out by the crowd. The boy continued forward, pushing through the masses of people and unconcerned about the stares he received. He was used to them. After all, who wouldn't do a double take at the sight is his pure white hair. Not to mention the red scar that curled around his body. What they couldn't see though, was his past. He was thankful for that.
"Shion!" the voice called again. This was getting really annoying now. The boy turned to face the voice, intent on helping them find whoever this 'Shion' was. Yet, those words never left his mouth.
They were lost at the sight of a girl, running towards him and shouting that name. Or, at least, he thought it had been a girl. But that was before he spoke, "Idiot. Didn't you hear me calling? Why did you run off in the first place?"
His voice was unmistakably masculine, deep and throaty. Yet, it had a slight musical quality. The voice of a singer or actor, the boy assumed. Meanwhile, his hair - which was a pretty black - was long and pulled back into a simple ponytail. He wore a scarf that could easily cover his mouth and nose. His features were sharp, but softened when the other boy met his gaze.
Out of nowhere, the girlish boy grabbed his arm and pulled them both into an alleyway. He looked around quickly to check that the alley was clear. Then, he wrapped his arm around the boy.
"Wa-" the boy started before his breath was taken away and lips claimed. The girlish boy was kissing him!
It was a soft, passionate kiss, completely unlike the kind the boy was used to. Not that the boy got kissed very often anyways. But this kiss was one usually reserved for one you love. Definitely not a kiss intended for a random stranger you ran into on the street.
The white haired boy struggled to free himself, squirming out from the other boy's lips. The other boy smiled into the kiss, but released him. The boy keeled over, gasping for breath, his white hair almost completely covering his red, embarrassed face and look of shock.
"You all right, Shion?" asked the girly boy, fixing his ponytail. This voice echoed concern, but also disappointment and confusion. He still smirked at the boy's reaction though, "Is his majesty still playing the blushing violet, even after last night?"
Your majesty? Just who does he think I am, thought the poor boy. And who is this "Shion" person, and what did he do last night? Actually, he thought, skip that last question... I don't think I want to know...
The boy scrambled backwards into the street, away from the strange, long-haired boy who now looked confused, and a little exasperated. The boy kept moving backwards, hoping to reach the dirty, crowded, sunlit street of West Block. The second he felt the warm rays of light, and bumped into a passing stranger, the boy took off.
"Hey! Shion! What's wrong?" the girly boy called out after the fleeing figure. The boy kept running and never turned back.
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