He wasn't sure why he was listening to this kid ramble on about his savior but he did know he wasn't going to just leave. The boy's voice was enchanting, forcing him to stay put. It was almost like an invisible force was wrapping itself around his body and leaving him motionless. He was positive he could free himself but that was the last thing on his mind.

Today had been slightly identical to all of the other days he had lived, except of course, for this little moment in time.

Going to the park was one of his favorite past-times. He would walk around for a while and then head over to his favorite spot, which happened to be under a large oak tree. Distrubances were rare, which is why this young white-haired boy seemed interesting to him.

"And, he also saved the little girl. I really don't know how he did it, since I passed out," his smile was bright. It was just as breath taking as the moonlight hitting the pavement a few feet away. Tonight was one of those calm and peaceful days with not a single cloud in the sky.

He didn't say anything but that didn't deter his companion.

"What I do remember was a small creature though...I'm not sure but I think it might have been a mouse...sounds crazy huh?" the albino chuckled.

The boy had a bandage around his forehead and his right hand was injured. It wasn't in a cast but he could tell it hurt the boy to move it. A bandage rested lightly on his left cheek, close to his ear. Another was wrapped around his neck and he couldn't help but frown.

"He didn't save you," were the first words he had uttered since the boy had joined him, "You look more dead than alive. How can you just extol him while in such a state?"

And it was true. It wasn't just the bandages around his body but his skin looked rather pale, if that were possible. There were light bags under his eyes, suggesting he hadn't been able to sleep, and he had a slight limp. It was something he had noticed when the boy had approached him.

"I'm guessing you mean the injuries," the boy looked down at himself and winced slightly, "Yeah, the doctors said that things could have gone more smoothly if the person hadn't interfered but I don't think so. Really, if he hadn't, I'm sure I would have been dead, and that little girl too. That's what I'm grateful for."

He didn't bother speaking anymore.

They both sat on the grassy floor in a rather comfortable silence. The park was empty because of the recent incident that had occurred. All of the town's people were afraid that another of those ruffians would come back and cause trouble.

"Shion," the boy said when he stood up, "that's my name. Tell me yours."

"Nezumi," was his simple reply, "I'm sorry."

Shion looked at the older boy curiously, wondering if that was indeed his name but something caught his eye. Something was wiggling under the boy's scarf and, it was only an instant, but two eyes belonging to a mouse stared back at him before hiding once more. He smiled, understanding the apology that Nezumi had practically whispered.

"Thank you."