Recap: The red head is rescued by a brave blond. . . but who is he?
Fanfiction Writer: Silverofaheartless
Chapter One : Eyes of calm
A year. That how long its been since his world had shattered before his very eyes, where that strange looking teen had saved him from certain torture. G, as he calls himself now to hide his identity along with the tattoo of red flames across his face to mask his look from those who may recognize him watched groups of people scury around on crowded streets. He's been getting by, helping neighbors who were nice enough to give him refuge in exange for simple chores. He could go to leaving this way as long as he wants, like having another family every now and then.
But those eyes. the cearing golden gaze that teen had, he couldn't erase the look or memory from his mind.
And those men, the same men who terrorize the small town every day, killing those who don't comply with their demands. He hated them, he wanted to do something, but what?
"G?" he snapped back to reality as an elderly lady walked up to him from the house path,he gave her a small smile. "Would you be a dear and get some tomatoes from the market for tonights dinner?" he nodded taking the offered money she gave.
"Si, I'll go"
he bid her farewell and headed down to the market area, he looked through the stalls of different vegetables. Celeri, cucumber, tomat-
"What the hell you mean no discount bub?" he looked up from his searching, noticing a crowd a little ways ahead. Running over and shoving his way through the crowd till he could see the commotion. man in a suit held a merchant by the collar waving a gun in his face while two men laughed behind him.
"Is that what we get for protecting your family?" G, felt his blood heat up but before he moved a blur rushed through the crowd and a tomatoe hit the back of the gun man's head. He froze face turning red. he turned around tossing the old merchant into th stall behind him.
"Who did that!"
G coudon't contain it anymore he jumped forward closelining one of the gun mans lackeys, surprised the last two turned to him.
"oh ho? a hero?"
"seems so Boris"
the gun man aimed at, G, but looked up from his revolver surprised.
The red head frowned and followed his gaze, eyes widening.
"Please leave before anyone else gets hurt" a ice cold voice stated more then asked, the blond from a year before stood beside him golden eyes bring wholes in the mafia men.
The men's aura doubled in bloodlust but to G's surprise the gun man put his revolver away and simply adjusted his suit.
"Come on, Dastion. We shouldn't dirty our hands on this filth."
the other looked shocked but nodded helping his partner up and following the gun man who shoved a clear line through the slowly disperssing crowd, giving one last glace over his shoulder. "This ain't over"
"THANK YOU! OH, THANK YOU!" the Vendor popped out of nowhere and hugged G in a giant bear hug, the red head wiggled his way out of the older man's grasp, "Oi, let go! ok, ok your welcome!" he huffed, then turned to the blond who had already turned away to leave. But something was off, he didn't know what. So he followed this unusual teen.
He trailed about a meter or two behind the blond even after he had led him to a road out in the middle of no where. that's when the other stopped and turned those weird eyes on him, G froze taking a step back.
"Why are you following me?"
"I. . . .I'm not even sure" They stood in silence just eyeing one another, but G liked this guy. A warm peaceful calm seemed to radiate from him.
"I see" the blond broke there locked gazes and looked up. "up there"
"The sky?" G asked wondering why the sudden interest in the upper word of blue.
"It's sort of like people don't you think?" the blond whispered in a distant voice, G thought for a moment. "How?"
"Emotions, like us its holds emotions." he responded.
"E. . motions?" G stared at this man who had saved him, is he a quack?
"When its sad it rains, when it needs to scream it creates lightning, when its calm and happy its sunny." he stated closing his eyes.
"and when its angry. . . " G felt a chill as those eyes once again fell on him.
"It storms."
"storms?"
the blond nodded, G looked up at the blue. "storms. . . ."
he looked down again and his eyes widened, "H-HEY!"
he rushed over to the man who collapsed on his side, G shook him slightly hoping he wasn't dead.
"Are you ok?" The blond chuckled somewhat. "Ya I'm fine just an old wound it seems"
he pushed himself up and sighed holding his left leg with a quivering hand.
"Will you be ok?" G asked concerned for this stanger.
"ya I'll live.. . do I know you?" he asked inspecting G's face. The red head smilled and nodded.
"ya, you, you saved me last year from two mafia jerks" recognition passed through the others face.
"now I remember" he closed his eyes and ground his teeth, nose crinkling in concentration. G frowned looking at his leg, hand covering his thigh.
"Come on, I know someone who could help you with that" G stated, the blond seemed to think for a moment and nodded. So the red head helped this strange savior, letting him lean on him as he led him down the dirt road.
"i'm G by the way" he stated.
for a long time there was no reply until finally he responded in a soft voice.
". . . my name is Giotto"
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to let you guys know ages so far:
G:15
Giotto:16
Next chapter: Spirit