This is the supposed story from the 'preview' Red Moon. In reality, this story won't be at all romance. Mostly friendship and stuff. I'm horrible at typing down my story ideas into...story words so please forgive my corny/cliche/overused phrases and such. I'm still a newb at vocabulary and phrases. Um...oh and the plot will highly likely be strange and confusing. I won't be adding too much detail in this. I just want you to enjoy the story. Think of this story as some 'one-shot' or 'drabble'. I still don't understand those terms, so if you can, explain them to me. So, this story is Chiku and Ken. I like these guys very much. This is the first chapter that I wrote in my journal. ENJOY!

It's one of THOSE days. Great. Awesome. Superb..."Hey! Stop the bus! Stop!" The bastards inside only point and laugh. Tch. Fine, be that way. I stop running. The bus turns the corner, its engine fading.

...The neighborhood's quiet. Empty. Now what? I gaze up at the sky. A pink morning. A chilly morning. An empty morning. Winter's really nice here... A soft breeze whiffs at my face. It's shivering cold, but pleasant at the same time. Maybe...the library? I yawn and head off towards the public library.

The number one best place in this puny, annoying town, is the public library. Why? Because, although it's public, nobody knows of this building. It's always empty. Well, on weekdays...

The building is the size of a common gas station. Books are littered everywhere; not that it matters. The tables are broken, and the only chairs are bean bags. I repeat, not that it matters. The aroma in here is that of sharp coffee. Overall, this 'public library' is heaven...

'The young girl wandered through the long corridor. The lights overhead flickered uncontrollably, causing her to misstep every now and then. As she reached for the doorknob of the only door, a voice roared-'

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

I staggered off from the bean bag and looked up, startled. Near the entrance, there was a blond. The owner had yelled at him, not me. Phew. That scared me...geez.

"I'm allowed to be in here. This is a public library," the blond growled. Looking at him closely, the blond seemed slightly feral.

"Yeah well I'm the boss and I can kick you out! Now get out!"

"Why should I?"

"I'll call the cops!"

"Che," the blond looked my way; his glare was intense. He nodded his head towards me, "How come he can stay?"

The boss looked over to me, "He's a regular; now you on the other hand, should leave."

"Aren't you supposed to be at school?" the blond asked me.

"Aren't you?" I'm not very fond of people who question me rudely.

"Che," he glared at me some more before turning around to leave.

When the door closed, the boss apologized to me. "Sorry for that. He comes and goes. Nothing but a bad influence 'round here."

I only shrugged and continued my reading.

...Sadly, every reading comes to an end. When the town's church bell struck five, I slammed my forehead against the table. "It's time already?" I mumbled. As I trudged to the door, I noticed something on the floor. I bent down and picked it up. It was a hair clip. Weird huh?

"See ya 'round, kid," the boss said.

I wave him off and leave. I start heading back home. The night was coming up fast even though it's still evening. A plus for winter. The path I took went through a railroad crossing. I was always lucky enough to make it in time, but today was seriously not my day.

The train was coming, and I was only a few yards away. For a couple of seconds, I debated on whether to make a run for it, or take a detour. The train's horn reverberated through my body. My decision was made. Taking quick, deep breaths, I sprinted. The train didn't look close, but I knew it was going at least a hundred miles per hour.

I'll make it. I'll make it. I'll make it...The rails began lowering down. In my line of sight, I didn't see them. The horn blared straight through one ear and out the next. The sound threw me off; and to top it off, one of the rails bonked my head. This knocked me down a little; losing my footing, I tripped. The horn sounded dangerously close. I could've sworn I heard someone shout, 'what the hell', but it was most likely all in my head. This section of town was practically deserted. I could see the blur of bright headlights coming closer and closer. I was in a complete daze. My head was throbbing. Another horn rang out. This time, I stood up, or at least tried to. Pain shot through my ankle. My glasses were covered with dirt and tomato juice...Tomato juice?...Aw crap.

The horn this time almost knocked me unconscious. Pain in my head, ankle, ears, eyes.

I have to move.

I staggered forward. Ignoring the pain was easy to do, but- "Shit!" My foot got caught in between the tracks! "Damn it! C'mon!" I pulled-and pulled hard!-but my time was running out fast. The next horn was the last sound I heard. The headlights were the last thing I saw...

# # # * * *

Nothing. Nothing. Black. Grey. Darkness?

Where am I?

Unconscious?

Dead?

...The place was dim and cool. A soft buzzing echoed somewhere nearby. The-

"Are you an idiot or a moron?" I quivered slightly; I knew that voice. "Well?"

I sighed, "Neither and both."

I thought I heard him chuckle. "Thought so."

I turned on my stomach and got up. My back hurt too much too get up normally.

"That's a funny way to get up," he snickers.

I rolled my eyes. "Where are we?"

"Beats me."

I glance at my surroundings; we were in a warehouse; an abandoned one at that.

"Are you suicidal or something?"

"Suicidal?"

"You were in front of a train."

"..."

"You don't look the type."

"Neither do you." I realized then that I was talking to thin air. I could definitely hear him, but couldn't see him; or sense him. "Where are you?"

My voice echoed softly. This warehouse is freaking me out. Spacious, empty; broken pillars, ceiling and walls; torches lit up at the sides.

"How about you turn around?" I did, and then felt stupid. He was right behind me. "Geez, you look smart but you're actually an idiot."

I was right; it was the blond. "Aren't heroes supposed to take the damsels in distress to the hospital?" I asked him. I knew he was the one who got me away from the train. It was plainly obvious.

"I didn't think the damsel was in much distress."

"I was about to get run over by a train."

"So was I."

I blinked and nodded. "Thanks."

I guess the blond wasn't used to being thanked; he had a confused look on his face. "Che," he looked away, but I caught the blush.

# # # * * *

My bed felt way better than the concrete floor. My room was colder, but luckily I had extra blankets. Morning was slowly creeping through my dark curtains. I knew it was early without having to look at the clock. I've been awake for a while now, just staring at the ceiling. There were some spider webs at the corners of my room; the paint was peeling in some sections; and there was a small hole near the air vent.

What's today anyways? Thursday? Friday?…I skipped out yesterday, so that means…I sigh, Mind as well get ready… It's a Friday.

…I decided to walk to school. I want to stay away from the bus for a while. Besides, it's really early. The sky was a dark lit blue. The sun was rising at a snail's pace. There was no breeze. No air waves. No sound. It was like there was snow, muffling and absorbing any sound. The better part-or should I say 'best'-is that there were no people. No one was outside-yet. Wish it was like this for the whole day. Would've been an awesome birthday gift.

…I could see the school's pointy roof. The sun was already out, bringing somewhat a little bit of warmth. Small breezes were beginning to create noise. Winter wind, I call it. I checked my watch, 7:48. Yep. I'm definitely early. As I walked, I noticed that it was a little too quiet. By now the teachers would be parking their cars and kids would be chatting out in the courtyard; which later would turn into bustles of laughter. The school is surrounded by a brick wall, so I couldn't really see if anyone was outside the building. …"Unless…" I hurriedly picked up my pace; and when I got to the gate entrance, I was dumbfounded.

It's Saturday…

And there you have it people; a kid who skipped out on Friday and thought the next day was Friday. Nice huh? I heard small murmurs behind me. I didn't turn around. I knew it was just passersby whispering to each other about the teen facing a closed gate in his uniform. Guess I'll just wander around.

…The street market was parked with living humans. Everyone was talking and shoving others out of the way. The air around here was musty and hot. The smell though, I liked. It smelt like ready baked bread. "The bakery's worth the rip." And it was.

…After buying a hand sized piece of sweet bread, I decided to snoop around. This town had a street market down south; so it was easy to do a little criminal business. By criminal business I mean eavesdrop, spy, and stalk. Nothing else. I don't really like to steal-there's no point for it-I definitely won't join a gang-waste of life. But all the wimpy, sneaky stuff is totally my liking. Wonder who should be my 'victim'…I wondered before biting into the bread. My eyes spotted an overweight woman. She was wearing a bright outfit with too many accessories; which stood out greatly in this weather. I knew that I'd be repulsed if she were to look at me, so I made her my first 'victim'.

…"This guy seriously has no life." After following the woman shop around for food and more accessories, I grew bored. Then I spotted this small girl, who later turned out to be a guy; then a plump man who almost caught me; a young boy, who I later decided was too cute to be stalked; and finally to this man, who was just wasting his money gambling. Today, so far, was horribly boring. Couldn't there be more hidden surprises in this town? I sigh and leave the building. It was barely noon and the streets were still pouring in more and more shoppers. I almost suffocated by just breathing. it was too packed. If I were a claustrophobic, I'd have fainted on the spot. Thankfully, I'm not; but was getting there. I made my way to an alleyway. There were a bunch of alleyways here in the street market, but only a few had a couple of kids. Homeless kids that is. There wide eyes followed me as I climbed up the building's wall. It was easy climbing this surface; brick. There were many holes and dents here and there. Once I've made it to the top, I crawl towards the center. I stand up and take a good at my surroundings. The bakery must've been really bust. The grill was probably on fire. Birds were idly perched at the edges of the buildings. The streets were swarming with humans, animals, and cars. My plan was to jump from building to building instead of making my way through that.

…Jumping from roof to roof seems crazy. You'd think I were suicidal or something. It's actually pretty easy and fun; I've been doing these kinds of things for about six years. The first time I jumped a roof, was when I was around nine. I'd been running away from these people. I don't remember the reason, but the chase had taken me to the back of a house. I'd decided to scale up the wall of the building. It reminded me of a lizard, or a spider. I just realized how used I am to this. Guess it helps that my body is long and thin. Though the one thing that doesn't help is my sight. I have to rely on these glasses; which do help, I've nothing against them. Still…

The buildings were beginning to get farther, so I stopped near the edge of a roof to look down at the crowd. Bad idea. As soon as I'd started thinking of how to get past the people, a hot mist sprayed from beneath me and knocked me down. Luckily there was a canopy to slow my fall. I landed on a stand of oranges. Quickly, I got up and ran as fast as I could, only to trip on my own two feet. Next thing I knew, people were screaming and shouting 'get out of the way', and a weird sensation of vertigo.

"Are you blind or what?"

Isn't it obvious? I retort inwardly. …Aw geez. No, no, no. Please don't tell me…I turn my head a little but then am pulled to my feet and dragged away from the crowd; all before I get to see who my 'savior' is. The person had a tight grip on my sleeve; I was going to have to sow it back together as soon as I got home. The clueless people ahead were startled as we shoved them away. Some cried out in pain or in annoyance; others just cursed at us.

… "You sure like getting into trouble," the blond says, a grin plastered on his face. We were currently in a warehouse, like the one from yesterday but more clean. The blond had saved me again.

"No. I just have horrible luck," I tell him. I was wiping the misted liquid off my glasses.

"Huh. Sucks to be you then. Well, see ya," he starts to walk away, but I stop him.

"Wait."

"Eh?"

I sighed. I can not believe I'm doing this, but this guy did save my life…twice. "Let me make it up to you."

The blond's grin grew wider, showing his teeth; they were almost sharp-almost. "Really? How?"

I put my glasses back on and raised two fingers at him. "I'll pay you back by doing you two favors."

"Just two?"

"Just two."

"…" The blond thought about it for a while. "Mmm, ok then. Two favors it is."

"Awesome," I murmured.

Little did I know, these two favors would literally change my, and his, life.

{Chapter 1-Train and Car fin}