Author's Note: Here is the second chapter. Sorry for the short chapters. I want to keep them short because there is going to be many of them and it makes it easier to do more of them quicker. If need be, I will condense the chapters so that two or three chapters are one. Hope you all enjoy!
I remember a time when...*
-Field of Innocence-
The figure's head jerked up, the noise of loud yelling catching their attention. They stood up and crept to the corner and peeked out. A boy holding a skateboarder was yelling at a chubby blond breathing heavily a few feet behind him. It was still dark and snowing. The teen was confused as to why anyone would be up at the early hour. Then they saw the design on the bottom of the skateboard and nearly let out a startled yelp.
Homura…
The duo started walking away and quietly, the small figure followed. They wandered through the streets, seeming to have no designated destination. Darting from alley to alley wasn't an easy job but the teen managed it. A good time later, a couple more males joined up with the first two and turned down a street, all bearing the Homura mark somewhere on their clothing. The figure blinked and took after them, making sure to keep a safe distance between the group and them. At last they stopped in front of a bar labeled with the sign HOMRA Bar. The group entered and the door closed behind them with a click.
The figure stepped out cautiously and examined the front of the bar from the steps. Hearing a bang and more shouting, the teen panicked and ran into the alleyway next to the building. The skateboarder from earlier threw down the object in their hands and took off, yelling that they would be back soon. The small person trotted deeper into the alley and found a door. Curious, they twisted the handle and was surprised to see that it was unlocked. After glancing around them a few times, the figure slipped inside, seeking to be out of the cold.
They were met with a quiet but dangerous atmosphere. The intruder could tell that whoever occupied the bar held immense power. Slowly, the golden eyes adjust to the dimness. They were in the back of the bar, out of sight. It was quite warm in the building and the figure was happy. It had been so cold outside. In fact, their cheeks and fingers hurt from frostbite. They breathed on the frozen digits gently, hoping to bring some feeling back. Making sure to stay quiet, the figure sat down, sleep tugging at their eyelids. They closed their eyes, barely hearing the approaching footsteps. All they wanted was to sleep and be out of the cold.
Why can't…they leave me alone…?
*The lines at the beginning of each chapter will form a poem.