(Welcome to my second attempt at a story here on fanfiction! First one didn't turn out so well, but I plan on finishing it anyways... But in the meantime, please enjoy this not-so-serious love story! )

Chapter 1: The Meeting

The hunter: an ever so majestic and agile being... One with insurmountable courage and determination... A true wonder of the world. His body moved silently, like the breeze whispering in the grass. He was undetectable, like the last drop of dew in a lost desert. He had a single goal in mind, and was bound to do anything to accomplish it. His muscles tensed as he drew to a fighting stance. This was it.

A big splash erupted as Shea's spear pierced through the water's surface. The movement cause a nearby fish to swim away, narrowly missing the jagged point.

"Fishy! No! You go on stick!"

Shea snapped the spear in half in frustration. He could never catch any fish! Sure, he took on panthers and snakes... But a fish?! Oh, heavens no! They're only the some of the dumbest creatures on Earth!

"I'm mad! Fishy! Curse the fishy! ... I hope Wada have food for me. Bad hunter Shea can't get food alone."

He splashed the cool water in his face. He scrubbed the dried-on sweat and caked dirt from the day's hunt. He was growing weary from the constant battles of hunting with no repayment. He picked up his broken spear and headed back for the jungle depths. He stopped at a small tree grove and removed his "dish" from the entwined tree branches. It was nearly overflowing with water. A couple pieces of raw meat and fruit were soggy to the point they were inedible.

"Rained lots last night... I wish it hadn't... Wanted these to dry and give to Wada as present. I'm sad..."

He sat the dish on the ground for the wildlife to partake in. He was nearly to the witch doctors hut when he heard an incredible yowl.

"Wada!"

Shea dashed off in the direction of the scream. If he couldn't catch a fish, he at least wouldn't be caught dead not able to protect his guardian.

Wada was inside the hut, and so was a stranger. She had long, brown hair and wore the strangest of clothes. What was she doing here, intruding in their home?

"...Witch! ... Steal... insides...!"

"Insides?! Organs?! No take Wada's organs! He needs them!"

Shea charged after the girl with the good half of the spear. She stammered on countless defensive statements, but Shea payed no attention. She was going to hurt Wada! He leaped at her, in a striking position. The girl's instincts kicked in. She grabbed a hammer from her rucksack and hit the boy right in the head. He instantly collapsed, shaking violently. His face lit up with his heightened blood pressure, and he let loose a scream. He was clearly in a daze.

She took several deep breaths. "I'm not a witch! I'm just here to be friends!"

Wada looked her over several times and nodded. He outstretched his lumpy finger. "... Fix."

"Uh... right. I'll go get Trent. He's a doctor, he'll know what to do."

"Wada... doctor... too...," Shea mumbled.

Wada smacked him in the shoulder with his walking stick. What a fool!

It took several minutes before Chelsea arrived with another new face to the jungle. He looked up-tight and fancy. He brushed off his sleeves as he came through the door. He stammered.

"H-hello. I'm Doctor Trent. I... heard there was an emergency. Came as soon as I could."

"Quiet... Fix."

"You're awfully sociable, aren't you? Now let's have a look-see. Well... He definitely took quite the head injury. Knocked him out. How'd this happen, again?"

Chelsea blushed a red-hot color. "Well, you see... It was all just one big misunderstanding!"

Wada raised his eyebrow. "Witch," he scoffed.

"Right... He thought I was a witch and attacked me. It was all just a bad reaction to the situation, nothing to be too concerned about."

Trent's eyes narrowed. He gave a long, ferocious sigh. "Just a second sooner and you would've struck his temple. You're lucky he's alive. You could've killed him."

He said killed like it was something he expected she was hoping for. She grew very uneasy. Her stomach churned and churned. She sat down.

The Doctor grabbed his first aid kid. He grabbed a tube of some natural remedy, and rubbed it on the impact site.

"Chelsea. I want you to stay here with him until he wakes up."

"Why? Hasn't it been crazy for me too? I don't see why..."

"You've had a bad history of violence. Don't pretend like I don't know that. This'll be a wonderful opportunity for you to start changing your ways. Give you some time to think about how you treat others."

"That's ridiculous! Me, violent?"

"Have you honestly forgotten about Vaughn?"

She grew silent. She took a spot next to the unconscious body. That was a touchy subject.

"I'm going home." The Doctor promptly left.

Well... Chelsea's mood surely had taken a turn for the worse. Wada lit himself a pipe and sat across from her. The smoke smelled of maple leaves and sweet berries. It was a pleasurable scent. His bug eyes focused in on hers. Her eyes came off to him like two small lakes full of sorrow and regret. A place to put all the happy people, he thought. That way everyone felt the same, even if it was just depression. His lips curled back in disdain.

"Crazy witch."