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Start time: 11:57 PM
End time: 12:15 AM
Total time: 18 minutes
Written on AIM. No edits made to fic content.
The idea sprung from the line "I'm nobody". So blame late nights, oversleeping and too much diet soda.
Sora was constantly plagued by the feeling that someone was following him. Maybe it was the footfalls he heard behind him on late nights when he walked home from work alone. Maybe it was the dark shadow that had ducked into the alleyway one night when he was brave enough to look back.
He often mused over this as he scurried home, careful to avoid any empty streets.
But one night, he had to take the shortcut home. The main street was blocked off for a festival, and he was in no mood to wander through the drunken crowd.
He drew his bag close for comfort and half-ran down the dark alleys. As he did, he heard the thumping of boots on asphalt behind him, panting that wasn't his. Blood pounded through his ears as he ran faster and faster, seeing the brightly lit end of the series of alleys that was his goal. Just a few more yards.
Just a bit more, he thought as he continued running, sneakers slapping against the concrete, leaping over an upturned trash can
But he fell as his sneaker caught in a large crack on the road below him. And before he knew it, a heavy body hovered over him, large hands slamming his shoulders into the asphalt so he couldn't move.
His assailant wore a black sweatshirt with the hood drawn up, but seafoam green eyes glittered from the shadow it cast, strands of silvery hair cascading from the opening. Heavy breathing from both of them was the only sound in the alley.
Then Sora's hands were pinned over his head, a hand clamped over his mouth, soft lips on his cheek. A throaty voice, murmuring vows of love and adoration and how beautiful he was. Sora shook his head, tried to escape from the man's grasp, but to no avail. Roughly, lips covered his, swallowing his screams and protests, a hand sliding over his chest and down to the hem of his pants.
But just as it began to dip under the denim, his stalker was grabbed by a short figure who threw the man (surprising strength for what looked like a teenage boy) away, head cracking against the brick wall and falling limp.
A gloved hand reached out to Sora, and he took it gratefully.
"You okay?"
Sora nodded, wiping away his tears with the sleeves of his shirt. "T-thanks," he managed to choke out. "H-how can I t-thank you?"
"You don't need to," the voice was warm, honeyed, comforting.
The teenager (at least, that was what the height and voice indicated) was wearing a long black coat with the hood drawn tightly over his head, shadow falling across his face so all that Sora could make out was golden hair and thin lips
Sora smiled at his savior best he could. "Let me take you for a coffee? Dinner?" The teenager shook his head and just pushed past Sora to get to the end of the alley. "At least tell me your name."
He stopped, turning his head to look at Sora. Bright blue eyes, a shade darker than his own shone from beneath the hood. Sora caught sight of a slightly pointed nose and tan skin.
"I'm nobody."
And he was gone.