A Little Winter Miracle
Pan: A little shonen-ai story for you. Somehow I doubt it'll be finished before the end of winter, but I hope you enjoy it.
Merii Kurisumasu, Joyeux Noel, Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, to all who read this.
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My name is Kiseki Yami. Since I was fourteen, I've lived on these streets. I'm seventeen now. I learnt long ago that no-one cares about me. I'm the only one I can trust. Love is a lie. I have no heart; you can't have one if you want to survive long here. You mustn't care about the people you steal from so that you can eat at least once a day. You mustn't care about the people who give you money while you sit alone on the sidewalk. You mustn't care about anyone. Life is evil, death is a saviour. Let me die now!
The seventeen year old wandered down streets, not really going anywhere. It was getting cold as the afternoon began to turn into evening. His hands were shoved deep into the pockets of his trousers, blue, tattered coat drawn closely around his lithe frame. Deep, ruby eyes were half closed against the chill of the harsh breeze. He would wander aimlessly until night fell, then find some dark corner to curl up in, and attempt to sleep.
The winter sun sank below the horizon. Roads, sidewalks, were abandoned, people rushing home to their warm fires, soft beds, and loving families. He stepped, without looking, onto the tarmac of the icy road. His feet slid a little, he pulled hands from his pockets to try and correct his balance.
In the few seconds in which it took for him to do this, a car flew down the road, unable to stop until it was too late.
The boy, Kiseki Yami, was thrown to the ground by the bumper, hitting his head on the kerb, and falling unconscious.
The driver sped on, not caring.