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ch. 1 the meeting

I was walking down an ally when I realized I was being fallowed. I heard the footsteps; slow and steady. They sounded heavy, like boots. But how would I know, I'm not a girl.

I stopped and turned around, my heart in my throat from fear of it being a mugger or even a killer or rapist. At the end of the ally was a man, the outline of one anyway. The light from the street behind, flashing and changing color, surrounded him.

He seemed to be wearing a trench coat and, as I thought, heavy black work boots. His hair cut short just above the tip of his ears. Silver hair shined with the flashing lightly from behind, a mix of neon and bright colors.

He slowly walked closer, boots echoing throughout the small ally. I couldn't see his face, for it was shadowed by the darkness of the ally-way. The closer he came to me the less I could see of him and the farther I stepped back from him.

I stumbled over my feet trying to step back away from the man and landed on my back. Pain shooting from my lower back to my head. I sat up to scramble back but I hit the back ally wall. Not showing sign of stopping, the man keeps the steady slow pace heading toward me.

My eyes widen and my breath quickens. I just stare at the man in front of me as he creeps closer and closer to me. At some point of which I think could have been hours, day, maybe even years, but at some point he's standing in front of me staring me down as if I was alone sheep in the midst of the wolfs forest cowering against a tree.

My breath caught in my throat. I willed myself not to cry out. To not scream and sound like the scarred-cat I am. Clawing at the dirt and gravel beneath me. My breath hitched and my vision blurred. The fogged figure knelt down in front of me, a mere few feet away. His hand reached out to me so slow it seemed like it took years before it touched me. I flinched back from the cold caress on my cheek. Closing my eyes tightly, I wished it would all just go away.

"Are you alright?" the man asked in a deep voice, still not able to see his face. I snapped my eyes open and let out a breath I hadn't realized I had been holding. "Are you ok?" I sniffled and just stared at him.

"I-I'm f-fine… I-I think." I stuttered out. I didn't know why, but the large, cool, hand against my cheek didn't seem all too bad, comforting actually. Did I really just think that? I-I guess It's true but…I'm not gay… am I? No! No! I'm straight and terrified by this man. But are you really? Oh shut up!

The man smiled and took his hand away from my cheek and stood. Holding out his hand for me to take it, he spoke softly. "Come. I'll help you. You don't look like you belong here." And it was true. I had ripped jeans; from the bottom of my legs to my ass and a hole near my crotch, to close for liking. My shirt nearly in half and no shoes or socks. I looked like a bum if it were not for my face and hair.

My hair was clean and cut. As if I had taken a shower just this night. My face, only slightly tattered, was otherwise clean. Unlike the rest of my body, tattered, torn, scratched and worn. Unbruised and unscratched.

Timidly, I lifted my hand and took his, being pulled up swiftly. Taking a step forward, I tripped over my own feet and stumbled into the man chest. I blushed and looked up from where my head was, which was against his chest. It felt hard, or maybe that was just muscular, but it was warm unlike his hand. A chuckle ruse from deep within his chest, vibrating beneath me, making me blush even more.

~x~x~

I found myself standing in luxuries apartment on the top floor. I was standing in the front door of the amazing home, eyes dazzled and mouth gaped open. I clutched my right arm, timidly stepping in. there was a kitchen to the right and a stair case to the left leading to more rooms and doors. A living room was in front with dining room table just behind the kitchen an next to the living room.

Stepping from the hard, maple wood work to the plush rug felt so good on my worn and tired feet. I wiggled my toes in the softness of it and sighed, closing my eyes at the feeling. A small laugh came from behind me and I blushed, remembering how the man who owned this rich filled place.

"So what happened to you? It don't seem like you really belonged there." The man asked, I still hadn't asked his name nor had he asked mine. I knew it was matter of time he asked and I would be sent away. It was the same at all the places and all the people that took me in.

"I-I was abandoned" I said looking around the place more, noticing more detail in the place. Paintings of fruits, people and animals. I turned around to see the man. I couldn't see him well in the ally nor when we were in his car. When we had arrived he stayed behind me the whole time, so I could finally see his face.

His hair was the silver I had seen in the ally. His eyes were half lidded and a bright violet. Lips thin and pale. His face angular and chin strong. A small frown plastered his thin lips. He was tall, much taller than me, nearly 6' maybe. His coat was off and he had on a white dress shirt and black pants and belt.

"Abandoned. That doesn't sound too pleasing." He said and walked past me to one of the couches, sitting down and crossing his right leg over his left knee. He patted the spot next to him.

A blush tinted my cheeks as I sat next to him, holding my left him instead of my right. "So what is your name?"

I went ridged and stiffened. My eyes widened slightly and my breath went uneven. The grip on my arm tightened painfully as I tried to calm myself. "I-It's M-Mayamo." I lied. If I told him my real name I'd be out of here in no time flat. I couldn't tell him my name.

"Mayamo huh? That doesn't sound like your real name." he said, taking out a cigarette and lighting in, letting out a puff of smoke my way. I breathed it in, too use to it. Most people would have a slight coughing fit if this happened, but I'm not most people. I lived with a sealed house filled with this smoke. It was like I smoked myself though I didn't even dare so much as touch the cancer-sticks.

A small 'Hm' came from the taller man. His eyes narrowed as he stared at me, long and hard. I could feel his heavy gaze on me as I looked at the floor, fallowing an invisible bee-line. "S-so what's your name?" I tried to ignore his gaze and act like I was totally innocent, which I knew I wasn't one bite.

"Usami, Usami Akihiko." Usami replied. He brought the white cancer-stick back to his lips and sucked in. blowing out another breath, the puffed smoke surrounded me, still not affecting me.

I smiled a little and looked at him, thinking I heard it wrong . "R-rabbit? A-as in Usagi?" I asked. A smile played on the man's lips, tugging at the corners. "It's Usami." I blinked, still thinking I heard it wrong. "Usagi" I said. Usami shook his head and looked at me. "No. U-sa-mi." he pronounced. I tilted my head and said it slowly, "U-sa-gi."

Usami shook his head again, a smile spread across his face. He put the cigarette out and leaned closer to me, placing a hand under my chin, smooching my lips together slightly. "U-"he pronounced. "U-" I said back. "Sa-"he let go just slightly. "Sa-"..."Mi" he said, slightly stretching my lips. "GI" I said smiling the best I could. Usami sighed, his hot breath thickly coated with the smell of cigarettes, played with strands of my chocolate hair. Usami let go of my face, seeming to give up, and sat back into the soft cream colored couch.

"So I'll let you stay here as long as you need be 'Mayako'." he said the last word, my 'name', questioningly. As if he didn't believe it was my real name, which it wasn't. I looked away, covering up being nervous and guilty, with being timed and curious (though I was a little curious). "Is that your real name? Mayako?" Usami asked, resting his arms on the back of the couch loosely, as if he were asking how my day went.

I stiffened and looked around on the floor (once again) for the answer, as if it would pop out of the rug with shining lights and neon colors. But that never happened. So I went with it and just did it. "N-No. I-It's not." I said. I felt the couch shift next to me and glanced over. Usami stood up and walked the short distance to stand in front of me, looking down as I looked up.

"Then what is your real name?" He asked, quit and low. I gulped and looked away. If i told him my real name he'd throw me out for sure. But I sort of feel like I can trust him. So why not. "I-it's M-Misaki, Misaki Takashi." I closed my eyes waiting to be picked up, or thrown out, or punched, or kicked, or abused, or yelled at to get out, or something. But it never came.

After a few minutes of dead silence that seemed to last much longer then just a few minutes, I opened my eyes slightly. When I looked back at Uasmi, I saw a small amount of shock. But the most that I saw in his expression were confusion...

...and fear.

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