Author's note: hey thanks for the reviews, love 'em! Here's your update! And mistress-of-eternal-Darkness, I too think Kai is just blabbing but I'm just experimenting with all this detailed stuff, so Kai will be blabbing throughout the fic ok? Sorry if it annoys you.

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Red Head

"So he still hasn't woken up yet?" A strong kind voice echoes through the room causing me to slowly open my eyelids. My vision is blurred, all I can see is red and blue and the blurry outline of the person next to me. I blink a couple of times clearing my vision. With my vision cleared I look to my right noticing the male sitting next to me. Blazing red hair apart like wings that I have never seen before, two perfect red strands falling over his soft looking peachy skin. The blue I noticed before are his eyes. They are just like the ones I saw before. An intense clear blue, so icy yet so welcoming and caring. I just want to gaze into them forever; they hold such innocence, but unlike the ones before, his are pure…the purity I had before I was given away to my foster parents…

Soon I find my eyes traveling down to his soft pink lips that form into a playful grin.

"Hehe? Did I wake you?" The safe cheerful voice sounded until I understand what he just asked. I nod my head slightly to respond.

"Sorry?" He apologizes nodding his head sympathetically.

"I'll just go warm up your soup," the redhead got up, his slender form rising from the seat next to me. Gazing around the room, my eyes travel to the quick spark of red. The fire lit under the chimney in the center of the room. In front of the blazing fire was a small carpet, somewhat like a dog's bed. Does he have a dog? Behind the burgundy coloured carpet is another couch similar to the one I'm currently lying in only not filled with blankets. A window shows a blizzard currently set outside; I really would have been a goner if I stayed out there. Shivering a bit at the memory I bring up the covers over me more. How exactly did I get here anyway?

"Here ya go," he smiles handing me a hot bowl of what I think is chicken soup.

"Thanks but-" my throat is so dry, and wavered. Swallowing a bit, I try again.

"Can you help me sit up?" I asked looking at him as he gave me a surprised look for a moment but then nodded taking back the bowl and placing it back on the chair and took some of the weight of the blankets off of me helping me sit up leaning on the armrest.

"Hehe I didn't think you'd speak English, I don't know much Russian but I was glad when you responded to me when I asked you before whether I woke you," he smiles handing me back my bowl of soup. Kindly made by him. I nod bringing the spoon full of hot liquid up to my mouth blowing it to cool down the hot liquid. Hot steam rising from it indicating it was hot.

Slowly burning it to my lips he speaks again.

"Besides, most people that end up waking here usually can't speak because being outside in the cold dries their throat and they don't feel like speaking unless it means-" he spoke stopping midway in his sentence. I rush of hate and discomfort shoot through those icy blue eyes of his.

"And anyway you're the first to come here able to speak and not-" he changed the subject quickly. Wonder why?

"Where is here anyway?" I asked taking another spoonful of the hot liquid to my lips.

"Well usually my dog, Wolf, finds injured or lost people out here in the forests. Sometimes they're confused and don't know where to go and others are criminals in hiding out here, so, that usually causes trouble for me when I bring them back here, but I live through it not getting hurt by them, I have my dog to thank for my life," he explains laughing a bit scratching the back of his head. Hm? Criminals have been in his house?

"Well I live out here on my own with Wolf, trying my best to save people like you who get lost out there," he continues pointing outside the window revealing the cold snowstorm still not clearing up.

He lives out here on his does he? He doesn't look quite old, maybe the same age as me. Why is he living on his own?

"Well since you're not sick, just a nasty cut there on your leg you can probably leave soon enough when you're better, I can take you back to the closest city. Your parents probably will be looking for you, you don't look much older than me so, you must have a family?" He guesses standing up looking at the fire. Family? I don't have a family to go to…

"Well finish up while I go get your room ready it's really late and we both should be sleeping," what time is it anyway? He smiles a fake smile, somewhat forced and a need to get out of this room. Why? He exited the room heading to the empty hallway across from where I was.

"Wait…" I croak, my voice still not over the slight sore I have. Getting his attention he looks around back at me questioningly.

"I didn't get your name, I'm Kai," I greet looking at him intently. He smiles and nodded in greeting back to me.

"Cute name, I'm Tala nice to meet'cha," he waves; I nod going back to my soup as he continues down the hallway around the corner of the front door and up the creaking stairs.

Taking a couple more sips I place the bowl down on the chair leaving about a quarter of the soup left. Bringing my hand back I draped it across the blankets still covering me. I try to remove them. The warm soft fabrics rubbing against my fingers and mid torso while I remove the covers from my body placing them, or rather tossing them on the opposite arm rest.

-Sigh-

So? He lives here on his own while his dog searches for lost souls? Hm, interesting life style for a guy like him. Hn, also criminals have been here, and? Done things to him before his dog was able to get rid of them or better yet warn this, Tala, that they're bad? Where is this dog of his anyway?

Hearing a scratching sound coming from what I think is the kitchen I turn my head getting distracted by the noise. Followed by a small yip and whine, kinda like a dog? His dog perhaps? Pounding footsteps down the stairs the redhead, Tala, comes running past me mumbling a "sorry," and going into the kitchen. Listening to the door open a cold chill of the wind came flooding through the two rooms making me shiver. Padding makes its way over as the door is shut loudly, a gray blur makes its way over to me; a flash of blue also came with the gray. Propped by its two front paws the animal placed himself half on the sofa. O-k! This is that same wild animal that tired to attack me! The same soft looking shiny gray fur, intense sinful blue eyes…

"Sorry, he's my dog, um? You two have met. Remember?" Tala entered the room with a clean white towel draping it over the wolf like dog sneezing in my face before huddling over to Tala. His furry tail swishing past my face causing me to sneeze as well. Sniffing I hear the redhead chuckling.

"Um he looks like a wolf," I state nervously staring at the dog.

"Nah, he's only one quarter wolf yet looks all wolf. Don't worry he's tamed and really gentle," he laughs draping the cloth over the dog rubbing his body down riding of the white snow pellets and water droplets freezing on his fur.

"Well anyway, need help getting up?" Tala asked getting up dropping the towel on the chair next to the soup. Looking at me curiously. Hehe I guess I do need help since my leg is wrapped up.

"Ya," I accept his offer figuring out how to get my injured leg down without causing too much pain to myself. My eyes trailed to the slim figure descending down to my level.

"Ok, you can lean on me for support while I bring down your leg," he instructs bring my right arm over his shoulder as I bring myself to a standing position as Tala brought himself out of his crouching position. Placing some of my weight on my right leg as well as on Tala for support as he instructed me to do, we both stand. Feeling the cold hardwood floor against my bare feet I look down noticing I'm not wearing my own clothes! Did he undress me! Looking at him he detects my uncomfortable stare.

"Problem?"

"Ya um? Did you undress me?" His eyes twinkled a bit in humour.

"Oh ya I had to. You were soaking wet. But don't worry I'm not a pervert, I left your boxers a ripped shirt on but your other clothes had to go. So, I put some of my clothes on you, and believe me that wasn't such an easy task, you're a lot more built then me," he blushes a bit at his own statement. Actually count to think of it he's quite scrawny, his coat is a small size. Continuing across the room I see that the wolf-like dog is lying in front of the lit blazing fire drying up his fur as his master is helping me. Reaching the stairs with each step me took an eerie creek emitted from the stairs from our weight. Finally to our destination I take the chance to quickly examine the room. A bed big enough for two is arranged in the middle, two dressers on both side and a tall lamp next to the one on the farthest left corner lit, producing a soft golden glow to the room. A window without curtains is next to the lamp and a small desk is to my right by the door.

Tala brings me out of my thoughts bringing me to the end of the bed sitting me down. A nice hard wood floor covered a bit by a navy blue rug, the walls surrounding me is a darker shade of blue. The bed is covered in a red silky sheet and underneath, visible because half was showing, a white clean thick comforter is pulled half out taunting me to get into those sheets falling into a blissful sleep.

Wait a minute! Where is Tala going to sleep? The redhead is currently removing his white and orange jacket and dumping it on the chair by the desk. Who am I to kick him out of his room? Before stepping into the room I noticed the hall-stops midway revealing a door to a bathroom, so there is no other room.

A baggy orangey t-shirt expose his rather thin arms. Damn he wasn't kidding when he said he is looking for clothing that would fit me, he's so small, well he's a bit taller than am but damn this guy is small.

"Is something else wrong?" He raises a slender red brow indicating my unsure stare at him.

"Um, where are you sleeping?" I respond looking away.

"Downstairs on the sofa," so you're sleeping on that sofa downstairs in that cold living room huh? Bobbing my head down in understanding he smiles, a fake one yet again, wishing me goodnight and exiting the room closing the door behind him.

Looking back to the small desk I note there is a small book in the center with a red pen next to it. A velvet cover is decorated with red roses. He has a diary? Hm…it isn't my business.

Shaking my head I turn back to the plush white pillows. Crawling over to the open sheets I draw up the covers taking in the sweet strawberry scent that engulf his bed and sinking into the mattress and pillow I fall asleep. Hopefully this time nothing will wake me. But I just can't help but dream about that mysterious redhead that…saved me from death…

To be continued…that is if people want me too!

Author's note: ok there is where I'll leave it, next chapter (if there is another one) will be in Tala's POV about the newcomer and part of his past will be revealed and…a little fluff between the two? Review please if I should continue. Oh ya and the rating changed because before I didn't really know what I was gonna do with this fic but I got tons of ideas and they're bad ok so no kiddies here, you have been warned!