It was the first time I saw him. He sat hunched in the rain, at the corner of the station, sending glares of electric bolts to the people who had crowded too close around him for warmth. What caught my eye was the glint of steel on the eccentric man's thin wrist. A cross bracelet hang loosely from his arm, a single sword pendant hung among its diamond-studded counterparts, encrusted in its centre was a round, golden droplet. The blade of the sword, I noted with interest, was made intirely from bone.
It seemed so out-of-place on the grumpy, asian man, as if it had been put there by accident. Shivering slightly from the cold, he drew his knees in, wrapping his arms around them in a protective ball. The bracelet made a faint jingling sound with the extra movement. Hugging his knees to his chest, His body formed a defensive shield against the biting cold. His long raven hair was impossibly straight, dripping with rain, it cascaded over his broad shoulders like a shimmering waterfall. A messy fringe veiled his eyes, where it was quickly bushed away in annoyance.
On closer inspection, his eyes were not the normal dark brown of an Asian's, but a mysterious, midnight blue. Curious, I threaded my way through the crowd towards him. His eyebrows furrowed in distaste as he eyed my incoming approach, jaw clenched and mouth set in a displeasured scowl. Undeterred by this unwelcoming behavior, I greeted him with a smile, politely holding out my hand for him to shake. Attempting to start a friendly conversation I asked if he too, was waiting for the bus that was, most likely, never going to come. Commenting on the appaling weather, I stole a glance at his face.
Big mistake
The dark coals of his eyes burned with the displeasure of being in this situation. Ignoring my outstretched hand, he hefted himself off the ground and rudely shoved past me. My face reddened with embarrassment and I whipped around and caught his arm before he could merge further into the crowd. "that wasn't very nice!" I pouted hotly, "who do you think you are?, royalty?" I cried indignantly. "Che" was all he said, brushing me off, shaking his arm roughly from my grip.
I glowered as he continued to ignore my existence, casually reaching into the bottom his pockets to fish out a hair tie. Snapping the band on, he turned to me with a sneer. His tall slim, frame towered over mine. Cowering in his looming shadow, I tilted my head up bravely to meet his eyes. "I don't speak to punks" he spat out the last word, eyes flickering to my white hair. "Especially" he continued "ones who pretend to be gentlemen" he eyed my clothing with disgust. "...bean sprout" he finished, eyes returning to my hair, face fixed with a smirk.
I fumed, humiliation bubbled up inside my chest. People shot us strange glances as they hurriedly walked past. "bean sprout? I do beg your pardon sir, did you just insult me??" I gasped "no, I praised you for being a 12-year-old, midget brat" he mocked, turning away, wet ponytail swishing in my face. "i am not a brat!" I huffed. And for your information-" "and for your information..." he interrupted, turning to smirk triumphantly at me, blue eyes glowing with magic.
"I am royalty"
I gaped as the bus we had been waiting for 3 whole hours materialized, right in front of my eyes. And in a flash he, and the bus, had vanished into the chilling night air.
to be continued...?