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Chapter 2:

Sympathizing Samaritan

Two days had passed since Ranmaru had thrown his umbrella to the figure on the street. In retrospect it seemed ridiculous to the silver-haired, that he had done that. Apart from Reiji, who had bothered him for hours what at last happened with the umbrella.

Ranmaru sighed and got up from his current place of refuge, his bed, and stepped out of the room. It was free of Masato and Ren, who went nearly every day on his nerves. Since the UtaPri-Award it just got worse.

His hands buried in the pockets of his pants the silver-haired strolled through the estate and had finally arrived at the door. A quick look outside showed him that it rained again, exactly as yesterday and the day before yesterday. Annoyed he sighed, but went still outside, where the wet drops immediately fell on his hair and face.

Ranmaru sank slowly into thoughts while his feet carried him to an unknown location, only they really knew. The silver-haired idol however thought back to the UtaPri-Award.

Had he really changed because of STARISH? He couldn't believe it, but even Camus said that they all had changed, including him. Only the count of Permafrost seemed to waste any thought about having changed himself. Ranmaru shook his head slightly. No, the blonde was too arrogant to recognize that.

He stopped and raised the gaze of his two-coloured eyes. He was at the same crossroad as the day before yesterday, when he went to the Studio with Reiji. The same crossroad where the figure had crouched. The same crossroad where the figure now cowered again, this time with a brown, unopened umbrella on its lap.

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Tsubasa sniffled quietly, had no intention to open the umbrella to protect himself from the roaring rain, that slowly but surely seemed to penetrate into his bones. Yesterday, the black-haired had tried again to talk to his stepmother and to persuade her to let him go home.

But had both of them had made it clear that he never should show his face at the house. Finally, Tsubasa was a real orphan.

He had not dared to touch the umbrella, also because he didn't care, whether the cold rain soaked him, or his health could be endangered. He didn't care anymore.

His green eyes were duller than before and he said to feel a slight dizziness, which slowly seemed to grip his head. His eyes were red from crying, with which he had spent the last few hours. He pulled his jacket tighter around his body; it was however the only thing that protected him from the cold weather.

He was still staring at the ground, where now a pair of black shoes appeared in his vision. Slowly, he lifted his eyes and saw a silver-haired man with different coloured eyes looking down at him. Rage spoke from his face and made Tsubasa wince slightly. He still remembered the beatings from his stepmother, with whom she had chased him out of the house.

The stranger seemed to feel his fear and knelt down to his height, his eyes held still a little anger, but also a kind of annoyance. "Just use the stupid umbrella already.", he said slightly impatient. Tsubasa blinked confused and then it dawned on him.

The man before him had to be the owner of the umbrella, therefore the silver-haired, that he saw two days ago. Quickly, he held out the umbrella to him. "S-Sorry.", he brought out and squinted his eyes. He almost already expected that the stranger would start shouting at him, or would scold him at least. However that wasn't the case.

He heard a quiet sigh and opened his eyes again. The silver-haired looked at him with a strange gaze in the eyes and Tsubasa lowered his gaze and stared at the asphalt before him. A slight sneezing escaped his nose and he sniffled quietly, anxious not to show the stranger, how he was. After all, it was none of his business. Not, that wild-foreign people cared about each other.

"Simply use the umbrella, okay? Otherwise, I have given it to you for nothing.", the silver-haired said and rose again slowly. He got a louder sneezing as answer and an even louder sniffle. The young man blinked and then looked at the picture of misery before. He seemed to consider something and finally then closed the eyes, while sighing quietly.

"What is your name?", the stranger suddenly asked and made the black-haired listen up. Green eyes met purple and silver. "Kohei Tsubasa.", he said clearly and pulled his jacket tighter around himself. "Kurosaki Ranmaru.", the silver-haired replied and rose completely. He got a cell phone from his pants-bag and dialed a number from the telephone book.

"Hello? Reiji speaking~!", it echoed from the handset, Ranmaru gave a quiet growl. "Ah, Ran-Ran! What can I do for you?", the answer came immediately. Another snarl. "Your snarl is distinctive, Ran-Ran! Don't be mean~!", the brown-haired whined on the other end. Ranmaru could imagine very well how annoyed all people near Reiji would have been, if they got to listen to this conversation.

"I bring somebody along. It doesn't matter to me whether Saotome is alright with it, or not. But tell someone that he's going to stay some time.", the silver-haired said unpretentious and then hung up without waiting for an answer. Sighing Ranmaru put away the cell phone again and then turned to the crouching boy. Again, he wondered why he actually did this.

"Get up, you're coming along with me.", the simple invitation came. Tsubasa looked up with astonishment and sat stunned there without moving. The silver-haired seemed to become more impatient and didn't make any secret of it either. The black-haired set about to get up and got difficulties to hold his balance, since he suddenly became a bit dizzy.

Ranmaru seemed to notice this and supported him just in time. He grabbed the soaked Tsubasa by the arm and pulled him along, the black-haired carried the brown umbrella obediently with him.

The whole way no one of them talked. Tsubasa was too perplexed - and honestly also a bit intimidated by Ranmarus appearance and gaze - to say something, to Ranmaru it simply didn't seem to be necessary. So, he pulled the black-haired silently along with him, while he noticed that the other had serious difficulties to remain awake and to hold his balance.

At this moment the silver-haired was more than glad, that the master-course-estate didn't lie far. He hardly believed that he otherwise would have taken Tsubasa with himself. Also because he acted totally out of character. Was this also a change, which was brought by STARISH?

Tsubasa meanwhile put every effort in it to remain awake and almost would have stumbled over all possible matters, if Ranmaru hadn't always pulled him along. He wondered where the silver-haired wanted to go with him. Did he really wanted to help him? But why should he? What brought it to him, if he did? Exactly nothing. The same thing Tsubasa possessed at the moment, nothing...

After a further 10 minutes the two had arrived at a big building that rather resembled a villa, as a house. While Tsubasa was still astonished from this site, Ranmaru simply packed him on the arm and almost dragged him into the inside of the building.

The silver-haired was glad to meet nobody in the foyer, this would only have piled up unnecessary questions. Secretly he hoped that Reiji was at least so intelligent and had said something to Saotome. Although the brown-haired had no clue, what Ranmaru was up to in this matter, but he would nevertheless help him. In the end it was Reiji, of which we spoke here.

Ranmaru pulled the black-haired along with him until he stopped in front of a door, at which the name-tags were empty. It was an empty room, that hadn't been used for more than months. It was very suitable for guests - or for found people - to be placed in.

Behind him, he closed the door and moved the black-haired to the bed, where he finally let go him. Tsubasa dropped exhausted on the bed. "I bring you clothes and then you sleep, understood?" Tsubasa nodded intimidated and observed, as the silver-haired left the room.

The black-haired peeled tiredly from the soaked jacket and just noticed the brown umbrella, that he still firmly embraced by his right hand. He let carefully go of it and put it on a table, which stood beside the bed. The room he was in seemed to be uninhabited, at least everything pointed to that fact.

The bed big so that two people could probably find a place in it without problems. It was covered with a simple white bed-linen and seemed unused. Furthermore, a simple closet of wood, a small, empty shelf and the table beside the bed were in the room. Everything was much simply held; even the walls possessed a simple white. Per se the area therefore seemed empty and uninhabited.

The door opened and the silver-haired entered again, on the arm a few garments, his gaze seemed annoyed even if Tsubasa wondered slowly because of what the other seemed constantly annoyed.

Ranmaru laid the clothing stack on the bed, directly beside the sitting Tsubasa, who curiously observed him. Ranmaru stroked through his hair and then sighed.

"That's a kind of guest room. You'll be staying here, understood?" The silver-haired singer tried to sound so quietly and kindly as possible, failed however miserably and let it rather sound like a command. Tsubasa nodded silently. "For once don't leave this room, I will come back and will keep an eye on you.", he added and turned already away from the black-haired as the other muttered something.

"Mhm?" Ranmarus gaze glided back to the other person. Tsubasa looked at the ground. "Thank you, Kurosaki-san.", he finally said quietly. "Mhm.", the silver-haired replied, opened the door and left the room, leaving Tsubasa alone with his thoughts.

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