Logic of Love
Sometimes it's the person that you least expect. Sometimes you want someone that you can't get. That's just how life is. But other times, it's them that are doing the wrong. Sometimes others steal what belongs to you. The logic of love isn't that easy to figure out. People lust, they live in fantasies, but do they really love?
Chapter 1: Finding The Trust
The young purple haired Chinese boy sat against the cement wall limply as his golden eyes gazed to the ground as tears slowly developed. His clothes was torn here and there, his reason and hope to live had been shattered years ago, but now, it felt like it was stepped on and become even smaller fragrance of shards.
"I miss you…" he said in a soft voice. The tears rolled down his cheeks slowly. He closed his eyes to think of what had just happened hours ago.
"Are you okay kid?" A voice asked him. His bright golden eyes quickly shot open as it starred into deep blood-like red ones.
"You okay?" The male asked again raising a brow. The Chinese boy still didn't answer. Instead, he just starred at him, fear slowly taking over.
"You must've had a bad beating huh?" The male asked again before blinking his red eyes. He took off the black band around his forehead and shuffled with his hair.
"You're arm is bleeding," he said in a concerned voice as he wrapped it with the band. "And you must be cold." He took off his jacket and handed it to the younger boy.
"I…" the boy said. Tears slowly developing again. "I…don't…" was all he was able to get out before he started crying.
"You ran away from home?" The other male questioned. He stood up and reached down his hand for the other on the ground.
"Promise I won't hurt you." he smiled gently. "You can stay at my place until you feel better, I won't mind."
"How can I…trust you?" The boy asked in a cautious tone as his fear began to leave him.
"Haven't you ever taken someone's hand before?"
"No," he said as he looked down again. "No one's ever given me a hand before."
"Well, there's one right here." The male bent down and smiled once more. "And I'll assure you that it won't be the last either."
"You don't even know me. Why would you want to help a stranger?" He looked up as he met red eyes gazing down at him.
"Because I have a goal. I want to teach as many people as I can to trust, to love and to dream. You're one of the many out there who feels the same why that you do. There's on need to feel lonely."
"You don't even know me. You know nothing about me. How can you teach me?" He questioned laughing a little.
"My name's Horokeu Usui. You can just call me Horo-Horo or just Horo." He said proudly. "What's yours?" He questioned.
"Tao Ren," he said firmly. He smirked faintly.
"Are you Chinese?" Horo questioned. Ren nodded. "Chinese people seem to always have problems."
"Baka," Ren said softly as a smile appeared on his face. 'It's true though.' He thought to himself.
"It's true though." Horo said softly but audible enough for Ren to hear. "Well then, let's go to my house okay?" He questioned turning his back to him and bending down.
"I don't need a piggy back," Ren said stubbornly.
"But you're ankle is twisted, how can you do anywhere like that?" He questioned.
"I can still walk. It's not like-" Horo gently picked Ren from the ground bridal style.
"I guess I can carry you this way too. And by the way, you have cuts everywhere." He smiled gently at the male in his arms.
"I feel like a girl," he muttered softly.
"Well, you know that you're not one, and that's all that should matter right?"
"I guess…" he said softly as he began relaxing in his arms. 'Horokeu Usui…" he thought as a smile formed on his face.