"Aunty! I'm going to check on the crops!" The voice is a small boy could be heard, Oscar pines grabbed a scarf for the cold weather as he walked out the door
"Just be back for dinner! Shouldn't be more than hour" An older woman shouted across the barn.
"I will!" And with that he left
The cold air hit him hard, making him wince and close his eyes before wrapping the scarf around his neck and inching his head down slightly.
As he looked around most the crops were barren, it always was like this in winter. But there were a few crops able to survive in these conditions, mainly to make ends meet.
One of those crops being peas actually.
No large corn mazes for him to get lost in, simply a field of small pea pods.
The boy knelt down, inspecting them closely. "Hmmm...I think they could do with a little more watering."
Oscar spoke to himself, heading over to the side of the barn to grab a rusty old watering can. He then went to the hose by the side, he's lost counts of how many times he's had to help fix this thing. It was barely able to keep together, too many patches for it's own good.
Yet it somehow worked and filled up the watering can. But as he turned...a shadow loomed over the sun.
A feline like figure blocked out the dim light of winter, and knocked him back as it made contact with his chest.
...
He opened his eyes, the watering can on the ground.
And on top of him was a boy not much older than he was, probably a year or less. He had snow white hair, only visible slightly under the bobble hat he was wearing. It had snowflake patterns on it, though the main colour being a dark blue. It had a soft ball of fluff on the top and tassels dangling down the side of the hat.
He wore a jumper, with a pine leaf pattern with a faint green colouring on a orange background. It was somewhat large for the boy, but it seemed to keep him warm.
His pants seemed to be somewhat baggy jeans, black. Simple but it worked
lastly were his hands and feet, they were covered by gloves and boots. The gloves had white fur with black stripes, retractable claws on the fingertips. The boots worked much the same, same fur and pattern with retractable claws.
Back to his face, it was youthful and he had a mischievous caring smile. His eyes an icey cold blue
Slowly, the boy spoke.
"Gotcha Oscar!"
Whitley, of course it was him. The two had been friends for years now, as long as he can remember. One day when he was but a small boy a large Faunus man appeared holding a child in his arms, wounds covering the man. He asked they take care of the boy...but instead we helped nurse him back to help.
When he woke up he explained himself as Tukson, and this boy was Whitley. They never did ask about their relation, they both seemed happy together and frankly it was non of their business.
As it turns out the Man offered to help protect the farm from grimm in exchange for a place to stay. Now the two live in a small cottage next to the barn, they've become like family to him and his Aunt.
"Whitley! You know I need to water the peas before I can have dinner. Uh...are you having dinner with us today?" He asked, not bothering to move the other male off his chest.
"Aw come on, you know we wouldn't miss it!" He always had such an energetic smile and a cheery attitude, but he did have his own problems. Oscar often suspects he feels he never knew his 'real' family. It was fairly obvious he didn't have a biological connection to Tukson at least.
But that was simply speculation.
"Come on. I hear there's the vytal tournament going on. Aunty is actually letting us watch TV for once!" Oscar spoke excitedly, inching back and getting onto his feet
Whitley nodded, getting up too. He seemed to be a little taller than Oscar. "I know! I'll get to see all the fighting!"
"Let's hurry and water the peas then"
"Right!"
The pine boy walked, grabbing the watering can which had only spilled a tad remarkably. He made his way back to the peas. sprinkling water on each plant carefully. The other boy simple walked behind, humming to himself.
After about 20 minutes of small talk and going back between the barn and the peas, they finally finished.
"Well, we still have a while." Whitley spoke, laying down. He looked to Oscar and scrunched up his face. "Gah..." He spoke softly
"What's wrong?" Oscar asked, concerned.
The taller male took his hat off, revealing a pair of snow white furry ears on the top of his head. They twitched, and Whitley sighed with relief. "Sorry, they get stuffed up after a while." He spoke softly
The smaller one reached a hand out slowly, Whitley made no effort to shy away as their hand moved to caress the back of an ear.
In fact it felt rather nice, and quickly he found himself inching his head into the others hand and softly purring.
They could stay like this forever
but soon...everything...was going to change.