Their tale had been a tragedy. The intertwining of the fates of two people who were never even supposed to meet. The tragedy of two people in two entirely different worlds, two people who had yet to experience the true cruelty of real life; which their sheltered lives had projected them from.

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Hinata was the son of an innkeeper in a relatively large town close by the borders of a neighbour town. Their inn was at the very edge of the town, usually used by the travellers who wanted to cross the borders to their neighbour country. Of course, a lot of travellers from other countries would come by their inn as well. These travellers would come with great tales from their adventures, and small Hinata had grown up admiring and loving these tales.

The bypassing travellers would learn him all sorts of things they had learn from their travellers, and by age fifteen Hinata knew way more a commoner would usually know by his age. Hinata had admired the travellers so much, he wanted to become one himself. He wanted to see the world the travellers had told him about for himself, since he had never once left his hometown himself.

But alas, no matter how much he wanted to see the world for himself; The fact that he couldn't dodge his responsibilities would never seize to exist. Once he had become of age, it wouldn't be long before he had to search out a wife and inherit the inn from his parents. Since there could be no way his parents would inherit the inn to his little sister, he was the first born after all. So he would have to be satisfied with listening to the travellers stories, his yearning ignored.

One of particular day, Hinata was out to town looking for ingredients for the meals for tonight's guests. Since the amount of travellers coming to their inn heavily varied on the day, Hinata had to get enough for a full house. If not all the ingredients had been used, they would use it for next week or for a little bit extra for their own meals. So Hinata had to be sure he would get ingredients that were long lasting enough.

After he had finished the last shops on his round, Hinata was distracted by the loud noises coming down from the plaza. Being the curious boy he was, he immediately headed to the plaza to see what all the fuzz was about.

Upon arriving at the plaza, Hinata saw two men swearing at each other. If there wouldn't be any interference, he was sure it would lead to a fist fight. The two men obviously weren't from the town, otherwise they would have known the police was very strict to those fighting in public. Offering high punishments to those who 'disrespected' the public peace. Often by giving them a severe public beating, which Hinata found very ironic.

'What the hell is yer problem, brat? You better fuckin' apologize to your elders if you bust into 'em.'

The older said in a slur, he appeared to be drunk. The man he was speaking to turned out to be just a boy, at a closer look. Even with a cloak on, his large height and frightening aura was unmistakeable. He glared at the older man, not saying a word.

'Co-cool'

Hinata said to no one in particular, admiring the cloaked boy. He was frightened of the boy, but there was no denying he had started to be taken in by the boy as well.

'So, are ye fuckin' going to apologize punk? Or do I have to fuckin' going to make ye?'

The man said to the cloaked boy, pushing his finger on the boys chest. The boy was obviously getting annoyed, and his scowl grew even deeper than it had been before. Hinata was more than frightened at this point, but he couldn't bring himself to look away from the boy.

'Oh, how sorry I am kind sir. Because obviously you were the one to run into me, I have to apologize. Yes, how ignorant of me. I'm sorry you ran into me sir, I'm sorry you can't walk properly. I should have known you were incompetent.'

The cloaked boy said, sarcasm dripping from his voice. It was the first thing he had said in their entire exchange from what Hinata had said, and his first words were that of mocking. The man was starting to see red, and was beyond furious at this point. The cloaked boy offered him a cocky grin, sensing that he had won their little exchange of words.

'You little mother fucker!'

The man yelled out to the cloaked boy. He dashed at the cloaked boy, and gave him a strong blow to his face. The boys cloak fell off, revealing raven hair like Hinata had never seen. His smirk had turned into disbelieve and soon it had turned into anger. Small drops of blood fell from his mouth, and his expression was one of bloodlust. He was about to strike back.

Hinata dropped his bag with the ingredients, and without really knowing what was happening himself he dashed out to the middle to stop the cloaked boy from hitting the drunken man. He wasn't sure why he did it, but he knew he didn't want the cloaked boy to fall under victim under the cruel police.

Before he knew it he grabbed the cloaked boy's hand, and dragged him into a close by alley. He dragged him along until they were somewhere relatively far away. He was panting and gasping for air at the time he let the cloaked boy's arm go.

But before he really had the time to catch his breath, the boy had grabbed his collar and had him pushed up against the stone wall of the alley. Hinata was looking at the boy with fear in his eyes, not entirely sure what he had done himself.

'What the fuck was that all about?'

The boy demanded of him, and Hinata was frozen in place.