Chapter Two: Saving an Angel

Domino was gloomy and wet at 11:23. Amaya loved every second of the rain that still was coming down. It drenched her completely, making her long black hair slick to her black leather coat. She wore a corset like top that was a shade of purple, that almost looked like shadows in the darkness of the rainy night.

She loved the night rain. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes at the edge of an alleyway. The rain was cleansing, and purifying. It purged the city of most people, making them go inside. Especially at night. These were the times she thrived. A sound of a slight whimper made her ears prick. She looked towards where the sound had been coming from.

A boy was getting mugged. He had white hair that seemed to glow in the moonlight, as if it were a ray of the incorporate light. He wore a blue and white stripped t-shirt and light blue jeans. A group of muggers surrounded him dangerously. She sighed. She couldn't let this one go. She silently stalked forward, not letting the muggers nor the albino hear her until she was in range for a strike. She was lightning as she swung her leg out and kicked one of the mugger's head on in the face.

A muffled groan came from the man as she returned to her standing position.

"Don't you know better than to pick on people?" She chastised darkly.

"Don't you know it's dangerous at night little girl?" asked on of the muggers.

Behind. She thought as she spun around and her leg collided with another muggers ankles, before kicking him in the head.

"I know the streets idiot. Now shoo before you end up like him."

The muggers listened and ran off. Amaya quietly walked over towards the poor, mugged boy.

"You alright?" she asked kindly towards him, her hand on his shoulder.

He looked up at her with wide brown eyes that were swirling pools of milk chocolate, even in this time of night. He looked like a smaller child, as if he might break. It was as if he were made of the finest china in the world. A precious doll to be kept safe.

"Don't you know its dangerous out here? The wrong people come along and boom! You're dead before you know it!" she whispered while squatting down next to the boy and giving a slight ruffle to his unruly marshmallow colored locks.

"O-of course I know! Its just..." he said, getting embarrassed slightly.

"...such a nice night." she finished it for him.

He looked at her and nodded.

"I can understand you wanting to be out on a night like this, but when you want to go for a walk about midnight, take someone with you. It ain't safe." she said ruffling his hair some more.

"...yes'm." he answered quietly.

"I'm still on my walk, so you can continue yours with me if you like. Better than walking alone." she said standing up and offering a hand to him. He took it and she heaved him off of the ground. They flashed a smile to each other.

"My name's Ryou."

"I'm Amaya."

"Isn't that suiting?"

"I know. I just love walking in the rain. It's so..."

"...Quiet and peaceful."

She looked over to him and nodded. The two randomly began to walk around the town.

"So how old are you?"

"Sixteen."

Amaya looked at him and smiled.

"Cool. I'm eighteen."

"So are you a senior at the high school?"

At this she nearly chuckled, but held it back.

"No. I went to college when I was...9 I believe. But I was sent to an academy in Scotland when I was 4."

"Dang..." he replied, looking at her wide eyed.

She smiled at him.

"Yeah. Not so average."

"So why are you here in Domino?"

"My little brother lives in this city. That and I needed a fresh start from all the crap of private academies."

"I know what you mean. My father moved here to get away from England."

"This must be a city of rebirth or something."

"I think it might be." he said, turning towards her to give her a bright smile that shone like the sun did during the day.

Then a crack of thunder exploded into the sky, alerting them a downpour was about to occur. Amaya grabbed Ryou's hand, her other one delving into her coat to grab her ebony umbrella as they made a mad dash for a park, where a large oak with an inviting dry space awaited them, a haven in the gray-black background of rain.

The two sat down, their backs against the tree as they looked into the sky, leaves blacking some of their view. The two sat in silence for a while, the only interruption being rain drops or the occasional roar of thunder that held no intent of lightning.

Amaya sighed, grabbing Ryou's attention.

"Are you really stressed?" he asked politely, quietly.

She nodded.

"Moving back here has really taken it out on me. Plus it's still kind like moving back home so I'm all jumbled up into a cardboard box."

"I sorta felt that way when my father and I moved back here. I was raised in England, but my mother was Japanese. So when I came here, everything was a jumble."

"Was?"

"She died in a car crash along with my little sister."

"I'm sorry. I have a little brother, but I don't know that much about him. He and I only met by chance in person today. Totally randomly."

"Now that is weird."

The rain moved down to a slight drizzle. Ryou stood up and stretched.

"I'd better get home. I have school tomorrow."

Amaya nodded and stood as well, brushing the dirt off her coat.

"It was lovely to meet you Ryou." she said gracefully bowing politely.

"It was nice to meet you as well." He bowed just as good.

They turned their separate ways and walked away.

'Wow...Ryou. Looked like an angel.' Amaya blushed at the thought.

She shook her head furiously, before looking up at the skies.

'Can't believe I saved an angel...'