Hi, everybody! Thank you for your response! Now I really embarrassed of being such a lazy ass :3 (actually I have some problems in real life). Anyway, here's second chapter.

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That day Yukio had no real affairs, he simply set off to stroll about the town. Sometimes it really helped him to put his thoughts in order, especially those moments when his fears returned. Therefore, he continued to wander aimlessly not paying attention to surrounding.

Somehow, the teen ended near the swings. When Yukio was younger, he came there with Shirou from time to time. Those days they both pretended to be real family, and the boy nearly forgot all his sadness and loneliness. Maybe, that was the reason why Yukio always came to the swings whenever he wanted to chase away all bad thoughts.

The teen sat down on the swing, listening to the familiar creaking and smiled sadly. When he was little, he actually imagined somebody beside him on the next swing. Somebody of his age, good friend or even brother. Somebody, who would be so unlike himself, somebody brave, strong-willed and easy-going, maybe, even slightly naïve and a bit irresponsible. Somebody, who would always support him…

The funniest thing was that sometimes Yukio actually felt that person's presence and some silent support. Well, it could be simply power of imagination…

"Hey, isn't that Okumura?" the sudden yell interrupted his reflections. Yukio raised his head and noticed some teens. One of them was Shiratori – a guy from neighbourhood, who, as Yukio knew, hated him greatly.

"Okumura, I've heard you've managed to get a scholarship? Congrats!" asked Shiratori with a false smile. Yukio stood up. For now Shiratori seemed to be in good mood, but that wouldn't last long. That guy held a deep grudge against Yukio. Well, there was a reason as bespectacled boy actually beat him a few times when he lost his temper. So now Shiratori wanted to pay back for his humiliation.

Yukio had already decided to endure everything and not fight back long time ago. After all he didn't want to hurt people (well, some part of him wanted, but that wasn't a case). Besides, Shiratori wasn't usually too creative with his insults, so it wasn't too hard to endure them.

"What a luck that you're so smart!" he continued mockingly. "You need to work hard to get into good school if you're so poor. Otherwise you may end as that crazy foster father of yours!"

Yukio gritted his teeth. Why would Shiratori actually touch a sore spot? He never was so keen before. Had he really noticed great respect and love, which Yukio showed towards Father Fujimoto? Of course, he would never stand that kind of insult. Well, Yukio might really say back something, but he never got a chance as something unexpected happened.

"Do you actually need so much people to beat one four-eyes? Guys, seriously, you're pathetic!" a sudden mocking immediately made everybody turn to its source. Yukio saw a teen of his age with dark hair, blue eyes and wide smile. He had never seen him before, yet there was something unbelievably familiar, nearly nostalgic, about that teen. Shiratori and his friends seemed to have no idea who that teen was as well, but they definitely didn't like his tone.

"And what's your problem?" growled Shiratori. "Are you his friend or something?"

"Nope," the teen simply shrugged and then approached the thug. "I just don't like you".

Next moment, before anybody managed to do a thing, the dark-haired teen punched Shiratori right in the face. The punch was really hard as the thug went flying backwards. His friends froze for some moments and then attacked the sudden foe. Anyway, it was meaningless: either the stranger was exceptionally strong or he had a great experience in fights, or even both. As a result the thugs were down in no time. Horrified, they ran away yelling something about monster and demon.

Yukio couldn't help feeling kind of déjà vu. After all, how many times was he called a monster himself? It always left him with mixture of fear and guilt. However, the stranger was quite different.

"As if you, humans, are much better," he murmured as he watched the thugs retreat. Then he turned round and faced Yukio.

"Hey, four-eyes, why haven't you fought back?" the dark-haired asked as their eyes met. Only now Yukio noticed that the stranger was actually slightly shorter than him.

"I don't want," Yukio forced a fake smile and looked away. For what reason did that complete stranger pay so much interest to his problems? It wasn't his business anyway.

"Liar," the stranger didn't believe him at all. "I saw myself. You gritted your teeth. And you wanted to punch that asshole so hard that you'd clenched your fists".

"Mind your own business," muttered Yukio, hoping that the stranger would leave him alone. Yet the dark-haired teen seemed to be extremely bold or at least too persistent.

"Oh, I think I know why are you acting like that", continued the stranger. "You're simply a scaredy-cat, aren't you? You're afraid that…"

He never ended his phrase. Those words actually hit Yukio reminding him about his fears. But this time he wasn't scared. No, he was actually angry.

"Shut up", said the bespectacled teen between his teeth. "You know nothing about me".

The stranger even stepped back for a second, noticing Yukio's dangerous glare, and then grinned:

"Wow, you actually can get angry, mole boy! Isn't it much better to be true to yourself?"

Yukio blinked, quite surprised. Maybe for a first time in his life he simply got angry like any other teen of his age. Anyway, the bespectacled teen didn't like being called some odd nicknames and that stranger seemed to have already thought up at least two of them – "four-eyes" and now "mole boy".

"I have a name, you know. I'm Okumura Yukio", said the bespectacled teen, calming down.

"So your name's is Yukio? And I'm Rin".

Yukio didn't know what to say. Really, what was the matter with that guy and his overfamiliar attitude? The brown-haired teen had never met a person who would introduce himself by his first name. Moreover, it seemed that Rin was going to call him by the first name without any honorifics as if they knew each other for many years.

But it wasn't the end of the odd situation as Rin said with the wide grin:

"And now you have to treat me to lunch, Yukio".

"And why should I?" asked the bespectacled teen coldly. He never intended to do it anyway.

"Because I've saved your ass".

"I don't remember asking for your help", said Yukio firmly. "Any other reasons?"

Suddenly Rin looked away with obvious embarrassment and murmured:

"Because I'm lost and I'm hungry?"

Yukio couldn't believe his own ears. Well, his new acquaintance might be too bold and too persistant, but he didn't seem to be a bad guy. The bespectacled teen couldn't help to feel some pity for Rin. Only some moments ago the dark-haired boy looked so cool and tough, and now he seemed really miserable…

Out of the blue Yukio caught himself thinking that Rin was actually a person he would like to see as a friend. Somebody so unlike himself, somebody brave, strong-willed and easy-going, even slightly naïve and a bit irresponsible…

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"So, how did you end in this kind of situation, Rin-kun?" asked Yukio watching his new acquaintance was swallowing up the meat greedily. He would never think that somebody of his age would have such an appetite.

"I ran away," answered Rin indifferently. "And I've already told you not to call me "Rin-kun".

"You ran away, came to this town and got lost", summed up the bespectacled teen. "I simply can't get it. I would never…"

"Not everybody is scaredy-cat like you," sniffed Rin. "Besides, Ge… I mean, my native town sucks. If you're strong, you're right. And if you're weak, you have to obey . Otherwise, you'll be annihilated".

"But you have a family", replied Yukio. "For example, I was raised in monastery without any siblings…"

"So what?" interrupted Rin. "My elder brothers are bunch of weirdoes with sick hobbies. And my dad is real psycho… No wonder, he is a devil, after all".

Yukio looked at him with confusion. His new acquaintance really had a strange sense of humour.

"And your mother?"

"I've never known her," answered Rin. For some time both were silent. Yukio mentally cursed his own tongue. Rin seemed to be more interested in meat.

"So what do you plan to do now?" asked the bespectacled teen breaking the awkward silence.

"I have to find something. Then I'll return home", replied Rin.

Yukio raised his eyebrows in surprise:

"I thought you don't like your family".

"Of course, I don't like them", Rin nodded. "I'll return only to kick those guys' asses!"

No, Yukio surely couldn't get that kind of humour. He forced a weak smile and then noticed that the dark-haired teen made a strange gesture as if he was trying to kept the flies off him.

"Damned coal tar," murmured Rin. "So annoying…"

"Eh?" Yukio didn't understand a thing.

"Never mind… It's not like you can see them, anyway", the dark-haired teen smiled. "In any case, thanks for treatment. Maybe, I'll visit you before I come back home. Bye!" and he left the little café.

Yukio followed him with his eye and sighed. Well, the day was actually unusual. And he might actually become friends with Rin. Alas, everything seemed to be over. Yukio seriously doubted he would meet his new acquaintance once more.

Suddenly he noticed an odd little black creature flying near him. It didn't look like bug or fly at all. Yukio rubbed his eyes, and the creature dissapiared.

'It seems I need to sleep more', thought the teen grimly. He didn't know that his life would change very soon…