Yo! Akari, here! Another fiction from me since as I mentioned in my profile, You're not alone is on hold due to rewriting. Welcome to Tangled Existence! Don't worry, I'm still continuing my other fiction. Right here is a GouFubu fiction as centric and other couple(Yaoi) pairings. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Tangled Existence

Taint 1 Informal Greetings

Luck is a matter of preparation meeting opportunity

"Good afternoon passengers, this is the pre-boarding announcement for flight 67A to Tokyo, Japan. We are now inviting the passengers with small children, and any passengers requiring special assistance, to begin boarding at this time. Please have your boarding pass and identification ready. Regular boarding will begin in approximately ten minutes time. I repeat: this is the pre-boarding announcement for flight 67A to Tokyo, Japan. We are now inviting the passengers with small children, and any passengers requiring special assistance, to begin boarding at this time. Please have your boarding pass and identification ready. Regular boarding will begin in approximately ten minutes time. Thank you."

As announced, a certain teen took out his boarding pass and identification card, making his way to the respectful gate provided as he began queueing. Crying of babies, rough footsteps and chattering sounded across the auditorium. After awhile of waiting, Fubuki finally made it in front of the line as he handed the middle aged lady his boarding pass and revealed his identification card. After receiving his half tore boarding pass, he casted a smile and walked past.

Leaving a madly blushed woman behind, his destination focused on ahead as he began dashing for the entrance with a duffle bag slung around his shoulders. Little did he knew, his mere presence had everyone's attention on him. Whispering broke out and winks thrown his way, but he shrugged it off. Both genders checking him out and it gave him an uncomfortable feeling. He was saved when he climbed up the stairs and entered the aero-shaped plane. Dropping his bag onto the floor, he sat down and pushed his bag underneath his seat and buckled up.

Honestly, he could never get used to this, having both genders attracted to him. Fubuki Shirou wasn't any ordinary fourteen year old that bystanders expected him to be. Although he was a boy, he was smaller and weaker than most boys. His build was like a girl rather than a boy. With his flourish, smooth, spiky white hair and slight parted bangs, his wide bluish grey eyes could compare to a puppy's, his petite figure and abnormal pale skin complexion could outshine a model without any makeup or surgeries.

The only legitimate reason he chose to move was to be more independent and learned to do everything himself, but the thought of having separated from his homeland had led him into dozens of wild thinking. He was afraid that he might not have decent friends, true ones that he could trust. Hokkaido wasn't bad and he was saddened to have left his most trusted friends and family behind, but the ache in his heart won't stopped as long as he remained in the past. His cousin suggested that Tokyo was the best choice and he should freshen up while at it.

Upon arriving Tokyo in two hours time, a brief announcement was given by the captain and passengers grabbed their bags from the compartment above them and made their way out the soon-to-be stuffy area. Fubuki scooped up his duffle bag and immediately headed for the exit, rushing through the airport as he gave a last goodbye to the flight attendant, who blushed from his politeness.

The evening sun greeted him as he walked along the sidewalk, a map in hand, contemplating on finding his way to his apartment that his cousin provided for his stay. The evening breeze brushed against his cheeks as the sky slowly blended into the colour of red and orange. He admired it's beauty and was thankful he took up his cousin's advice. Seeing this type of image was a rare thing in Hokkaido because the sky was always covered with a layer of clouds, but snow was his companion back then.

He arrived at a riverbank later with a bridge just up ahead. Below were children playing around with a round circular object of the colour of black and white. "Soccer ball…?" His mind was brought back when a few tugs appeared and took the ball from their hands. Anger rose in him when the tugs literally hurt one of them when they started whining for the ball.

"You want this ball back so much? Then come and get it, if you're brave enough!" His hands balled into fists when the irritating sobs weren't stopped, he scowled and drew back a fist. "Stop crying you damn brats! Someone is going to hear!" But that didn't stopped them from screaming louder.

"Hey, wait! What are you doing?" Fubuki demanded as he stood in front of the children protectively as they coward behind him. Fubuki turned and whispered, "You guys better run. I'll be fine, okay? I'll give your ball back later." They protested at first until they found Fubuki silently pleading them to leave. Looking at each other uncertainly, they scrambled out from the pitch.

"Oi, boy!" The leader gestured to Fubuki who was bold enough to stand up to them. "You sure got guts for some kid!" He spat and upon closed inspection, a grin adorned his face and nodded towards his gang members. They replied with smirks and nods as they slowly advanced further up. The signals didn't went unnoticed by Fubuki as he took a step back out of fear. "You're cute for a boy."

Red adorned his cheeks from the words. The leader took a step forward a little too fast as he reached out to his cheek, caressing rather roughly as he winced from the hand. "Don't worry," he whispered huskily. "I'm only interested on what's under here." His hand slid down onto his shoulder and his fingers slipped under his fabric.

Sudden realization dawned onto Fubuki when his shirt was slowly slid down from one shoulder. "No!" He slapped his hand away and backed away, pulling up his shirt while at it. Somehow, the slap didn't anger his fellow persuader, but rather turned him on. Large hands reached out for him as he was surrounded, he trembled and in one swift moment, a soccer ball connected with his face. Fubuki, who was too shocked to move, watched as their leader collapsed and fled the scene with his friends.

"Are you okay?" A low, soothing voice asked from behind. Before his legs gave off, warm tanned arms enveloped him from behind as he was pressed against warm chest. His heart skipped a beat as he widened his eyes from the closeness they were both in. He squeezed his eyes tight as blood rushed into his cheeks, his breath hitching at times as he perceived his heartbeat. "You should be careful next time."

He was let go and Fubuki turned to face his saviour with a blush, a hand clasped against his chest. Spiked up light-blond hair, zigzagged eyebrows and alluring sharp black eyes. Orang jacket over a shirt, brown pants with matching shoes. People would have mistaken his seriousness for a feared person, but Fubuki could make out his soft expression. He realized that staring was completely rude as he quickly bowed before him. "Thank you."

To his surprise, the other chuckled. "You don't have to be so formal. Be careful next time."

Fubuki observed as his figure slowly disappeared into the sun. For once in his life, he actually had his heart going wild a moment ago. His stomach knotted with butterflies and the tingling sensation from before was driving up his heart and blood was pumping quickly.

What is this feeling?

How was it? I'm quite sappy at love stories and the Raimon Eleven will appear in the next chapter. Review? Tell me your opinions! More pairings to come!