The teen tried to defend his face and the apple as the boy kept trying take the fruit from him.
"Dude- ow!- get the hell off me!" his words seemed to fall to deaf ears as the child continued to scratch at the boy's hand that was covering the pocket, slightly drawing blood. This made the older boy wince slightly at the stinging sensation, but keep his hand in place, angering the younger boy further.
The child desperately tried to get the boy's hand to move, but whimpered when his scratching wasn't working. He started punching the other boy in frustration, tears forming inside his eyes. He was so hungry and he couldn't get to the apple.
The boy's punches didn't really affect the older boy, but when he saw the tears in the boy's eyes he felt a strange, foreign emotion, startling himself.
The older boy shoved the child off of him quite easily, causing the boy to hit the bottom of the couch hard. The child groans in pain and gets in position lunge again, but the teen takes the apple out of his pocket.
"I'll give it to you if you sit down and listen to me. Just sit down and it's yours." he stated
"Go over there." Hey states and points to the couch.
The boy looked up at the teen, who was sitting indian style on the floor, and back at the apple.
He got out of the pouncing position he was in and got back onto the couch, eyes not once leaving the older boy. He pressed himself as far into the couch as he could and brought his legs up to his chest. He still had his mean look to let the teen know that he wasn't backing down.
The teen smirked and chuckled, knowing that he got full control of the child in front of him. He got up slowly, trying to not scare the child away again and looked at the boy, who's hand was sticking out, demanding for the apple.
He chuckled again and tossed the apple to the child, not wanting to get too close. The child quickly caught it and proceeded to eat it greedily, eyes not once leaving the boy in front of him. Sounds of crunching and slurping were echoed throughout the entire room, accompanied by quiet sounds of contentedness. The child continued to eat everything, including the core, and moaned in frustration when he saw he had no more. He then started licking his hands aggressively, trying to get any excess juices that the apple might have left.
The teen took this as his chance to start speaking again.
"Hey, no need for all of that. You'll get a whole lot more where that came from", he knew he fully got the child's attention with that when he saw a look of surprise flash over his entire face.
"All you need to do is be my accomplice." he continued, earning a confused look from the boy.
He saw the boy's puzzled expression and tried to explain what he was saying.
"I want you..." he pointed at the boy with one hand.
"And me..." he pointed at himself with the other.
"To work together..."he finished by clapping both hands together.
All the boy did was frown and narrow his eyes at the teenager, who explains it further to him.
"I helped you, now you help me. I got you out the alley, now you steal for me. You steal for me and I give you food."
The boy's ears perked up at the mention of food. He barely understood the rest of what the older guy was saying. What he did understand was that he had to 'steal for food'.
The older boy saw the child's eyebrows come together lightly and the rest of his face scrunch up, his bottom lip poking out slightly. 'He's probably thinking.' he thought while smirking, know that food was the only way to get through to the boy.
He waited minute for a reply. The whole room was quiet, the only sound being the tapping of the older boy's foot against the ground. He waited to for something, anything as a response. A head nod, something. 'Does he even understand me?', he shook his head at the thought. 'Of course he does, that's how we got here in the first place.', he thinks to himself as he crosses his arms.
The younger boy's face moved back to its mean expression as he attempted to stare the older boy down.
'C'mon kid, you aren't scaring me with that look ', he thought while looking the child's unwavering glare. He was about speak again, but paused when he saw the boy raise his arms.
The child pointed at the older boy,
Then at himself,
And then clapped his hands together.
The older boy slightly smiled at the gesture.
"Welp, I guess we need to get to know each other. The name's Jay, what's yours?" the teen, Jay, asked the child. He made sure to point at himself when saying his name.
The boy just stared at him.
"Do you have a name?"
Nothing.
"Here we go again", he breathed out while rubbing the blood from his scratched up hand onto his pants.
"Got any parents or people you stay with?"
The child blinks.
"Father?"
Nothing.
"Mother?"
The child's good eye widens in alarm at the title, his breathing quickening. He looks frantically around the room and sits up on the couch, as if he were looking for someone or something, scaring the hell out of Jay. The child bares his teeth and stiffens.
"Hey, hey chill. She's not here," he said getting the hint. "No mother, No mother here." Jay tried to reassure the kid
The child looks at him and Jay can see the genuine horror in his eyes.
"Hey, calm down." he waves his hands in front of him. "She's not here, i'm here, only Jay." he gestured to himself with both hands.
The child seemed to calm down at this and stopped baring his teeth, settling back into his fetal position on the couch, slightly hyperventilating.
'Note to self, never say the the word 'mother' around him or he'll freak the hell out!'
Jay stands there awkwardly waiting for the kid to control his breathing before he continues, not knowing how to handle the situation. He has no experience on how to calm people down or anything like that, so he just stays silent and keeps his distance. When it seems like they boy finally calms down, he speaks again.
"I need to call you something...", Jay rubs his chin in deep thought.
'He looks like a stray dog, so how about 'Sparky'? No that won't do. 'Stray', cause he looks like he's been abandoned?'
Jay looks back up at the boy to find him staring at him with the same intense expression. He shakes his head.
'This kid looks like he wants to murder m- wait, that's it! Kid, I'll call him 'Kidd'! Yeah, I like that, its got a nice ring to it.'
"I'm gonna call you 'Kidd'!" he exclaimed, making the boy look at him in confusion.
"Kidd." he said and pointed at the child.
Kidd raised his hand up slowly and touched his chest with his finger, as though he was asking, 'me?'.
"Yes. You are Kidd." Jay explained with a head nod.
The little moment was interrupted by the sound of a stomach growling echoing throughout the room.
"Food?" Jay asked with a smirk.
Kidd patted his stomach in response and narrowed his eyes at Jay.
"Alright, i'll go get food" he stated while walking towards the door to the small room. "Stay here."
Before he could open the door he heard a growl come from behind him. He turned around to find Kidd looking at him with a frown.
Kidd pointed at Jay with one hand, then at himself with the other and clapped.
'He probably thinks i'm leaving him.'
Jay quickly does the gesture back and nods, walking out the door.
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Yo, what the heck is goin on with this Kidd?
Why is he so mean?
Why doesn't he have a heckin name?
Where tf are his parents?
And why in the hell did he freak out when Jay said "mother"?!
Keep reading to find out
