What are people suppose to say in the beginning of a story?
I can't remember, but this is my first one so excuse my mistakes. I'm not perfect.
Unconscious was the man on the sidewalk.
Cold from the fresh rain and winter wind.
As his body lay there numb, blood seeps out of his wounds that saturated the ground below him.
Puddling around the males pale skin.
'He' to the average person was very handsome. During the nights his hair and eyes matched the color of the midnight sky in the moons brightest night.
It was around 1:00 A.M., the sunrise was no where close. Shadows that he came to love dearly hid his identity so he could walk in peace. Unlike most people who were scared of the dark, he openly embraced it. The blue haired man enjoyed the fearful passers who avoid eye contact that squirm away from acknowledgement from others.
To put it short no one could bother him.
It was, to the male unconscious on the concrete ground.
Bliss.
Well, Till some one stabs you .
A flickering street light above him, you can say, was his only hope for someone to see him. To his luck he did manage to crawl into one of the few that stretched across the corrupt part of town. But sadly to his disadvantage people are still the same at night. People who avoid darkness will certainly avoid the people who dwell in it. Bystanders passing by the bloody man with no regard. The only thing that kept him company for the few minutes he fell unconscious was the street light above. Barely shinning in his half lidded eyes that seemed to be slipping away from life.
A life thought not to be missed by the owner.
A life thought to be another crime fatality to the public.
And A life loved by his brother.
But to the man who just woke up and looked out side...
He thought differently.
"Are you ok? Can you hear me!?" The man yelled with a caring but urgent voice. Peering out of his apartment complex with a worried face, he ran to his side when there was no response.
Good not dead... And still breathing, The boy confirmed while checking if he was alright. "Hey, hey! wake up!" he yelled while patting lightly on his face hoping to draw him into consciousness. When the action failed to succeed he tried to sit him up. The dead weight combined with mans tall frame made it considerately hard to do that.
"Fuck! Why are you so heavy!" He cursed under his breath as if the blue giant in his arms could hear him. Moving to to a better position to sit him up, his hand found warm substance that made his stomach churn.
"Ahh" The noise escaped his mouth as he grimaced when eyes meet a red substance. Quickly wiping it off on his shirt, the boy knew he had to get the dying man help.
No other choice the smaller man apologized mentally and began dragging the body towards his apartment. Cursing under his breath once again, he remembered he lived on the third floor.
Thank God for Elevators
AN:I know, I know... You guys don't even know the identity of the talking yet... What a great start huh? *Sarcasm!* Well in the 2nd chapter I will definitely reveal who they are and introduce more of the characters I plan to be in this story. I have an idea on where this is going to go, but my thoughts will probably change by then.. Heck he wasn't supposed to be breathing lol. The're NO OC of mine in here so... How about telling me who you think the mysterious blue haired man is? :D Also just to clear more stuff up this will be AU, and have Yaoi in it probably Prideshipping ...
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