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Chapter One

Thran was on his way home, through the park, late in the evening. It was getting cold and wetter each day but tonight was still fairly pleasant. Clear sky, slight wind and a nice song playing on his iPod as he made his way down the alleys.

Suddenly, he noticed something weird. This was a rather lousy district so seeing homeless in the park was nothing new to him. Yet he had never seen anyone… well, naked.

There, under the tree, a naked man, boy, was crouching, holding his knees close to his belly.

Reason told Thran to shake his head and move on. Oh weren't there loads of crazy junkies in this town? It was probably yet another one of them. Who knew if he wasn't high as fuck. He could have even been dangerous. He once hear a story about a junkie who ate another man's face when high. No, stopping would be really stupid and unnecessary.

And yet, he stopped.

He looked around in search of anybody else but there was no one. Just him and the crouching boy who shivered a bit in the wind. Well, it wasn't cold maybe, but for Eru's sake, he was naked! Or nearly, as now Thran noticed line of some kind of shorts over boy's tight.

Shit, he cursed himself and started to walk in that boy's direction.

"Hey? Are you okay?" He asked, stopping a few meters away and leaning a bit. Why was he doing it? He should have just called the police or something. There was absolutely no need to get involved like that, especially after a long day of work when he wanted nothing else but a warm bath and his precious pillow.

The boy opened his eyes and raised his head slowly to look at Thran. His eyes were so big you could think he had stolen them from a puppy. And, what the heck, was that kind of colour even possible? It must have been the light from the park lamps, Thran rationalised quickly. And same went for the boy's hair. No one could have locks this shiny and soft-looking when crouched, barely naked, under a tree in the park. Yeah, he thought, I must be real tired.

"I… I think so." The boy answered after a longer moment, as if he was actually debating over Thran's question.

"Okay." Thran nodded approvingly. "Shouldn't you go home or something then?"

Boy lowered his eyes, apparently giving that question a bit of thought.

"I don't think I have one." He answered finally and just in time because Thran, already irritated by that long silence, was about to leave.

"Well, there are shelters for homeless somewhere in the town…" Started Thran, now feeling stupid because he had no idea where such places could be. He only knew they existed because he heard about them in the news. Feeling awkward, he asked "What's your name?"

"Rocheru." This time answer was quick and boy seemed convinced. Well, he damn should be, right? It was his name, okay? So why this felt so strange?

"Okay, fine, that's a silly name but I'm not judging or something." Thran just shook his head. Yeah, he was in no position to judge names. Thranduil. Gosh, his mother must have been so high when she came up with this stupid name. And the story behind it was even worse and he would give much to just erase it from his memory. "Anyway. Are you high, Rocheru?"

"High?" Boy blinked and frowned, apparently confused by this question. He lowered his eyes again, thinking, and then slowly stretched out his arms, then legs, standing up.

Actually, everything he did was so strangely slow. Just as if he was pondering over each move and word. But it wasn't creepy. No, he looked rather lost and pitiful.

"I suppose I'm quite tall indeed." He said, nodding and looking at Thran.

Well, he was. At least a head taller than Thran and Thran was no short guy. But Rocheru was also very skinny. He barely had any muscles on his thin body. And his skin… it had just impossible colour. So light but not white.

"Okay, never mind." Thran shook his hands, wincing. "Just don't be some stupid freak and don't kill me okay? Here, put this on." He said, taking off his leather jacket and handing it over to Rocheru. "And come on, it's getting cold." He hurried him with a tilt of his head and a strong look.

They made the way to Thran's flat in complete silence, with Thran eyeing him quite often to make sure he wasn't to get killed unexpectedly. But it didn't seemed that Rocheru of anything like this. He was looking around with big eyes like everything was new and strange to him. Sometimes he shivered or jumped a bit at the sight of flashing neons but overall, he was behaving.

Soon, they entered Thran's small flat. He lead Rocheru to the living room and nearly literally sat him on the couch.

"Just wait here for a moment, I will bring you some clothes." He asked, giving the boy an unsure look before going to his bedroom. He cursed himself a dozen of times throwing things from his drawer. Finally, with a big t-shirt and a pair of loose tracksuit pants, he came back to the living room.

He froze in the door and let the clothes fall to the floor.

Rocheru was crouching on the couch, holding his knees again with one hand. He was brushing his long fingers through his red locks, tilting his head and making them fall to the side and the back, exposing his neck and… ear.

A pointed ear.