The night was crisp as a young boy walked home, his blond hair sticking out in all different directions, somehow managing to be able to look attractive. His blue eyes strained in the dark light sidewalks. The streetlamps haven't kicked on yet and since it was nearing winter in was pretty much pitch black by the time he entered the park. It was the short cut to get back home and he didn't want to be late for the football game. Again. His father would whoop his ass if he was late once again. The boy chuckled to himself just thinking about his ranting father when he got home if he was late. His face aflame with anger and his hairy fist raised high in the air, threatening to come down upon the boys head but never does.
In the park, it was empty. Like it usually is during night time since everyone is tucked into their comfy little beds, dreaming on gumdrops and candy canes. Well all except for him. Taking in a big yawn and letting out a breath he noticed his breath fogging up in the cold autumn air. Shivering, he shoved his gloved hands into his pockets and tried to walk faster, trying not to slip on the recently rained on grass.
"Seriously the worst time to rain ever." he muttered. He then thought he heard footsteps behind him. Turning to try to see if anything was behind him, he slipped on the wet grass and went flying to the ground. But before his ass would come in contact with the grass he felt two, strong things slip under his arms and save him from a wet ass. "What the-" he cried but heard a faint shushing from behind him as he was straightened.
He turned around to see another boy, older than him, probably in his twenties with flaming red hair that stuck straight out from the back of his head and his eyes a vibrant shade of green. Just barely the boy could make out two peculiar purole marks on the stranger's cheek. The redheaded stranger grinned at the boy and scratched the back on his head awkwardly.
"Hey." he whispered. "The name's Axel. Don't wear it out."
The blond kid stood there dumbfounded. "Who the hell are you?"
"Shhshh shh!" hissed Axel putting a slender finger to his lips raidly. "Do you want them to see us?"
"Sorry!" he whispered back harshly. "My name's Roxas, by the way. But who the hell are you talking about?"
"Wait, you're saying you didn't know you were followed?" Axel asked, his green eyes widening.
"I was being followed?" Roxas exclaimed.
"What did I tell you! SHUSH!"
"Sorry but when you are told you were being followed, usually people freak out." Roxas said with a snap. Axel just nodded with an agreeable expression.
"Right, right. Point taken. But c'mon we needa get outta here before they find out where we are."