Wow a multi chaptered loveless fic all about the Zeros!
They do not get enough love...
There will be four chapters in total, one for each season.
I will stop talking now so you can start reading, enjoy :)
note: (;;) is a break. the breaks aren't working, silly fanfic
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Glancing at my watch told me that the time was precisely 9:53, which meant I had exactly 13 minutes until my bus came at 10:06. Looking ahead of me I saw that I still had two hundred metres or so of grassy open field before I reached the shade of the bus stop.
I knew I would make it with plenty of time to spare but of course with the hot sun beating down on my unnaturally pale skin the remaining distance I had to cover would feel like hours.
I took a long gulp from my drink bottle and once again cursed my poor genetics; messy auburn hair and red head skin do not mix well with hot summery weather.
"I was not made for this" I muttered as I hurried towards the shelter, which only saved to make me even hotter and sweatier than before. I wiped my forehead on my loose-fitting shirt and hissed; 'Dammit! I hate my life' (1)
I glanced at my watch again and read that the time was now 10:52.
Good, means I only had to wait in this dingy bus shelter for another 4 minutes, possibly longer, I still didn't know the reliability of buses around here.
Allow me to explain; recently I had come down with a rare case of amnesia.
Pretty much I went to sleep as an ordinary 14 year old and woke up 18.
With no family or friends, or any idea what I had been doing for the past four years.
And to top it all off I had been completely wiped from every record book I could find.
Yeah, it's not fun. I don't recommend it.
I had recently acquired a job in a small cafe in town. I didn't actually have an identity so it was all kinda cash-in-hand pretty-illegal stuff but it didn't really bother me, I had to live somehow.
After I got a job I managed to find a place to stay but it was a little bit out of town...
As in, far out of town.
With no one else around for a while.
Except for a dingy little bus stop.
I had only just moved into the house and today was my first time riding the bus.
I wondered why a bus even came to this place; it was so deserted there mustn't be anyone around for ages....
Hang on, was that person there before?
I realized that I mustn't have taken in much of my surroundings or else I would have noticed the man (?) that was already sitting down on the uncomfortable looking seat.
I frowned as I took in his strange appearance; long dead straight blondey-silvery hair and extremely revealing clothes that looked like they'd be more suited to a girl although he appeared male. He was sitting with his hand extended, palm up and was feeling his wrist.
But what was more interesting was the strange feeling I got from looking at him, almost as though I'd met him before...
I glanced at my watch again; it was still 10:07, the bus still wasn't here.
I sighed and looked back at the man.
At second glance he appeared to be about the same age as me, he just looked older as... well he didn't have his ears anymore.
What? I'm technically still fourteen years old. You can't expect me to have...
Whatever.
Back to the story.
I wondered whether I should attempt some conversation but changed my mind when the bus arrived.
The doors opened and I got on, expecting him to follow but he remained positioned on the left side of the seat.
I shrugged and sad down.
The bus moved away and I looked up at the sky, then looked back towards the shelter and realized the boy was gone.
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The next day I found myself running towards the bus shelter at exactly 8:01.
It was early but you could tell it was summer, the sun was already out.
I'd forgotten about my earlier shift and overslept, hence why I was running in this extreme heat.
I reached the shelter at 8:03; the bus would come at 8:05.
'Good. I made it' I thought as I leant over panting on the left side of the shelter, I looked up and was surprised the see the same boy from yesterday, only this time he was sitting on the right side of the seat.
He was still staring intensely at his hand.
'What... the hell are ...you doing?' I finally asked him, panting.
He slowly dragged his eyes away from his hand until they met mine; they were a cute pinkish colour.
'I'm checking' he answered simply
I frowned and tried to regained my breath,
'Checking... what?'
'Checking my pulse. To make sure I'm alive' he answered before returning his eyes to his wrist.
I stared at him for a moment and finally stopped panting.
'And what happens if you can't feel it?' I asked, slightly curious
He looked back at me again, contemplating,
'Well then I guess I'd go to the hospital' he answered after a moment of pondering.
I stared at him for a second, deciding whether I should laugh or run away screaming when my decision was made by the bus arriving.
The doors opened and I went to get on when I noticed he wasn't moving.
'Aren't you going to come with me?' I asked him
He glanced up and shook his head.
I shrugged, got on the bus and sat down in a seat.
The bus drove away and I watched the figure of the bus shelter get smaller and smaller until it was just a speck in the distance.
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It was 2pm the next day when I found myself back at the bus shelter, waiting for the 2 o clock bus. Which was running late.
But that wasn't really bothering me as such, what was bothering me was the sight of the same boy sitting down in the gravel about two metres away from the shelter with his back to it.
'What the hell? Does he just sit here all the time? Does he ever actually get on the bus?'
I figured he must do something else, I never saw him when I took the later bus home.
But he was starting to freak me out.
'Hey you!' I shouted, he didn't move.
'HEY YOU!' I shouted louder.
He still didn't move.
He was starting to annoy me.
I picked up a rock and –I'm sure if I remembered having a mum right now, she'd be disappointed in me- threw it at him. Hard.
He didn't even flinch when the rock hit him lower back, not even when a drop of blood rolled down from it.... this made me conflicted, amazed that I'd thrown such an awesome shot and slightly worried about his lack of reaction
I walked up to him and tapped him lightly.
'Hey man, are you okay?' I asked him.
He finally turned to face me.
'Yeah sure. Why wouldn't I be?'
'Well I just like... um you're bleeding' I said
He frowned in puzzlement, then reached out his hand and touched his back before bringing it back, covered in fresh blood.
He sniffed it.
'So I am' He said in wonder as he stared at the blood with a slightly maniacal look in his eyes
'Didn't you even notice?' I asked, incredulous. And freaked out. Very very freaked out.
'Nah' he said 'I don't feel pain.'
I looked at him for a moment, kind of looking similar to this O.o before remembering why I wanted to talk to him in the first place.
'WHY ARE YOU STALKING ME?' I asked, loudly. This guy was weird. I needed him to go away.
'I'm... stalking you?' he asked
'Well you're always at this bus station... and you never catch the bus'
'No I just catch the later bus to you'
'But my shifts change like, daily!'
'It's a coincidence.'
It still seemed a little suss.
'Then why do you come so early?'
'I don't want to miss my bus.'
'...'
'What is your name?' he asked me
I remained silent.
'My name's Yuki.' He said and held out his hand, the one with blood on it.
"A fake name" said something in my subconsciousness.
I shook my head a little, wondering how I knew that then chose not to shake his hand and stayed silent.
'It's polite to tell someone your name when they tell you there's.' He replied to my silence.
'My name's Nagato' it was the name I used now. (2)
Something had obviously happened to me and I wasn't going to risk anything.
I saw him smirk as I got on the bus, and then only just managed to hear him shout out to me;
'You have cute eyes Nagato.'
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(1) Just an overdramatic phrase I say all the time, he's not serious :P
(2) A cookie for anyone who can get the three references in these names ^^