I hope you like this~ Harry and Train have a little start of relationship.
Ok! Read and enjoy~
Chapter 1
Train sighed as he sat on the roof of a house, looking up at the moon. It was lucky, since he knew English, but still, all the people were slightly annoying. He sighed again and took a gulp of milk.
"Mew~"
He looked to the side to see a cat that he had made friends with a few days after arriving. It had finished its milk.
"What, you want more?"
"Mew~" The cat patted its plate
"There's none left. This is mine."
"Mew~"
He looked at the cat and sighed, before pouring the rest of his milk in the bowl.
"There you go…"
"Mew~" The cat went back to eating, making Train sigh. He looked back out on the empty streets until he saw something interesting. A boy, about his age, was running from a few people.
Train grumbled to himself before jumping down and falling into step with the boy, who was slow in his opinion.
"Who're you?" He asked, as though breathing was hard for him. Train didn't answer; instead he looked at the wound on his side, which was bleeding horribly.
Train looked at the boy again once before grabbing him and sprinting away, to the next alley and hid from the people, putting his hand to the boy's mouth. He immediately started squirming but Train glared at him but the boy just glared back through his glasses, making him smirk a bit.
He's got spunk. He went to the boy's ear and said. "Shut up a moment. Do you want them to catch you?"
The boy slowly stopped squirming and allowed for Train to hold him. But Train could feel the pout, making him chuckle. He immediately silenced himself when he heard footsteps, making the boy tense.
"Dammit, where is he?"
"Hell if I know!"
"Man and he was such a good catch to!"
As the footsteps got farther, the boy sighed in relief and fainted from blood loss, muttering, "Thank you…"
Train cursed, wondering how he could be so stupid as to forget his wound. He carried the boy bridal style to the house he was staying in. As he carried him, he noticed how beautiful he actually was. He had creamy pale skin and midnight locks that framed his face perfectly. He looked peaceful as he slept, with none of the fire in his eyes that he had before.
Train felt a blush rise to his cheeks as he watched the boy. Dammit, why am I…?
He sighed in relief as he finally got to his house. He went upstairs to the guest room and put the boy on the bed. He took off his tattered T-shirt to patch up the wound and got a black T-shirt from his dresser to put on the boy.
It's a bit big…but it'll do… Train thought to himself as he watched the shirt fall off the boy's shoulder a little.
He sighed and sat on a chair near the bed. Now to wait…
One hour later…
Train was reading a book when he saw the boy, whom he decided to dub, Kuroi for now. It meant black in Japanese, and his hair was a midnight black so…Anyway Kuroi started to shift in his sleep and woke up, his eyes drooping slightly, until he saw Train, and the same fire that was in his eyes before came back.
"Who the hell are you?"
Train put up an eyebrow. "Is that how you treat someone who saved your life?"
Kuroi opened his mouth to say something, but closed it, and started to pout, making Train smirk.
"So, why were you running from them?"
Kuroi sighed, running his hair through his locks. "I was in the park, when they attacked me. They were trying to rape me, but I managed to kick them where it hurts and get away….then one decided to play unfair and took out a knife…"
So that's how he got hurt…
"So, Kuroi—"
"What?"
"What's wrong?"
"What the hell does Kuroi mean?"
"…It means 'black' in Japanese. I dubbed you that because you have black hair…"
Kuroi laughed. It was beautiful, but had a mysterious ring to it. "My name is Harry."
"What?"
"Harry. Harry Potter. And your name?"
"Train Heartnet."
Harry smiled. "Train…nice name."
"Thanks. So, I guess we better get you back home…"
"Hell no!" Harry immediately yelled. "Let me stay here, just for a while!"
Train blinked, and then nodded. "Alright. I'll go get you something to eat." He got up and left the room. Once the door closed, Harry sighed and fell down on the bed, flinching a bit when his wound throbbed.
It's nice to take a break from being a 'hero' and acting just like myself. But…why do I trust him? Maybe it's those eyes… Harry blushed when he remembered his yellow cat-like eyes, trained on him. He almost squealed like a fangirl. So, what will I do now? I can't go back to the Dursley's, they'll murder me! Maybe I can stay here a while…
"Harry, I have your dinner."
Harry looked up to see Train looking down at him, his eyes slightly softened than before, and Harry blushed. "U-Uh…y-yeah….thanks…"
Train pretty much had question marks over his head as Harry took the food.
Yep, I'll stay~! 3
