Okay loves, this is, what I hope to be a long running, chapter-a-week fanfic with action, romance, comedy and maybe smut later on (I don't know yet honestly)

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~Cry

As the boy stares at the charred remains of what used to be his high school, he couldn't help but to think back to the way things use to be even though with the joyful memories they also forced back the painful ones to. Rin sighs as he shakes his head, running a hand through his messy, naturally dark blue hair that barely made it past his intensely blue eyes, not being able to suppress the smile that crept it's way on to his face as he thought about all the times his friends gave him hell because of it. He missed those days, where he and his friends could just laugh and be normal but those days where long gone. The calm and blissful days blasted away as the first Russian warhead made contact with the ground. Six years ago a terrorist organization hacked its away into the Russian military network and managed to fire off a couple missiles at Hong Kong, London, Paris, Toronto, and Washington DC, sparking a war that ravaged and destroyed most of the world including Rin's hometown. His mother, father, and all of his friends died but somehow he managed to live, how lucky he thought to himself, dust and ash collecting against his pale skin, dirtying his once white jacket, now stained with dirt and everything else under the sun and his worn, ripped jeans. He liked it this way, he felt somehow closer to the earth, it was one of the only things that made him happy now, that and his thoughts. It's easy to think when you're alone, like now, or so he thought until he heard a soft voice behind him, a voice that he though he's never hear again in his life "Rin?" it ask and with out him even turning around he knew who it was.

At first he didn't believe it, he couldn't, there's no way that the voice he heard could have come from who it sounds like but then he slowly turns around and locks eyes with the pinked-haired boy. Even though his old friend was right in front of him he still found it hard to process that he could still be alive. The blue-haired boy was confused, unable to form the words that his mind was churning out, through all of the confusing going on in his mind he was finally able to mutter "Shima, how...?" His voice trailed off as he tried to put together the pieces of the puzzle in his mind "How are you alive?" He ask his friend, wanting to know how he managed to stay alive and why he was back. His friend just smiles at him and shakes his head, gripping onto his backpack as he walks over to the boy "Yeah, it's nice to see you too." He teased before slowly wrapping his arms around the other boys shocked body, pulling him into a light hug before biting his lower lip, flashing his pearly, white ivories "Not, now, I have a camp down the road where we can talk" Shima answers softly before grabbing onto Rin's hand, leading him towards the camp while the sun slowly starts to dip below the horizon, painting the world a soft orange color as the day begins to slip into night.

The two boys sit around the fire, the light casting dancing shadows on both of their faces and the ground next to them. Rin enjoying the warm meal and the warmth from the fire as he hasn't had either in a while, feeling oddly safe with his friends, memories from when they went camping when the were little adding to the feeling that just for today everything was going to be alright. Shima pokes the fire with a stick, sending a flurry of embers and crackles filling the air. The tension between the two rising before it became to much for Rin to stand. He snaps, a bit harsher than he wanted to but at this point he didn't care, he just wanted to know how his friend survived. Don't get him wrong, he was happy that he was alive but for six years he carried the burden of thinking that all of his past life was erased in the time-span of a couple of days. "Now, are you going to tell me how the hell you're here right now, not in a ditch with other burnt bodies?" Shima just shakes his head while looking up at the star-studded sky before a small smile started to tug at the lips. "I guess I could ask you the same thing Rin, it's not like I expected you to be alive, but I'm glad you are" His voice soft and easy, like none of this has happened, like we were just kids again but also there was something else, fear. Could you blame him though? Anyone with a sane mind would be afraid in this wasteland but still, it confused Rin because the pink-haired boy was never afraid. Always the first to climb the tree or first in line when the made those countless treks through the woods. First when the started to mature, first to get a girlfriend, so the fact that the boy would ever be afraid brought a chilling reminder that things were not how the were before and never would.

Shima reach behinds him and picked up his pack back before setting it down on the ground and reaching inside, fishing out an old book that Rin could not make out the cover of, interested Rin gets out of his seat and walks over to the other boy, sliding next to him. "What is that?" He ask before looking up at him, noticing the sad look in his eyes that shine brightly in the night. What could get him so worked up? He thinks to himself, confused because to see him anything other than happy or carefree was disturbing and just plain odd. It's like waking up on day to see that one of your friends is some kind of famous celebrity. Shima just shakes his head before showing the cover to him, the words "SpringWest High School Yearbook 2008-2009" engraved on the front cover. Their yearbook from freshman year in highschool. Now he understands why Shima was so worked up, that was the year that not only everything was blown to shits but his parents died in a car accident, after that he was never the same, sure he acted the same but it was like fixing a hole with tape, it's back to the way it was before but the hole is still there. Quickly he tries to change the subject to avoid his friend from going breaking down. He reaches over and grabs the red book from him, flipping through until he found his homeroom, the one he share with all his friends. "I remember them like I just saw them yesterday" Rin mumbles while pointing to the picture Bon, the two-toned, mohawked, boy with anger problems. In the corner of his eyes he can see his friend smile before laying his head back "Hey Shima, remember when he treated to beat me with a rock because you decided to room with me at camp?" He can hear his friend laugh, something he never thought he would hear again, a welcoming sound "How could I forget? He didn't talk to me for a week after that!" Now but boys were laugh as the talked and shared memories of their past, not caring as the night slowly slipped by until Rin stands up, stretching and walking over to his sleeping bag, laying down and crawling in side "I'm tired and I have to start moving again tomorrow, I wasted too much time." He said while closing is eyes until he hears his friend from behind him "Can I come with you? I really don't have anywhere to go." The pink-haired boy bites his lip softly before sliding into his own sleeping bag. Rin liked the idea of having someone with him but it was faster to go alone, but then again he couldn't say no to his friend. "Sure" He said softly before closing his eyes again, quickly slipping into a restless sleep that brought more nightmares.

Well, that's it for the first chapter, I hoped you liked it because I enjoyed writing it. If you want me to continue this on a chapter-a-week basis just tell me. Also every review, favorite, and follow helps me a lot, plus you get cookies!
~Cry