Adhesive

By Tione

Disclaimer: I laugh.

A/N: This is one of those stories that won't be updated until I finish another one. ^_^' I had this idea and I just couldn't get it out of my head so I decided to write it.

Warning: This story is shounen-ai! Should you not know what that is by now, then please do us all a favor and hit the "back" button.

            I had always had bad luck.

When I was three I lost my mother among the sand dunes and never saw her or my tribe again. I wandered until I was found by a serial killer four years later.

I barely escaped because a sand snake attacked him. It turned on me but I got caught in its scales. It dragged me into a city where it was killed and I was sent to an orphanage.

When I was thirteen, the orphanage was blown up by the Queen. I lived on the streets until I was kidnapped by slave traders.

After that, my ill luck went into hibernation. I was taken in by an old man who didn't know his sandal from the ceiling. He often said odd things, but the one he repeated the most was, "You're like adhesive, boy. You'll draw all the sand on this god-forsaken planet to you." I dismissed it like all his other harebrained comments.

He died a year and a half ago and I've lost track of time. I think I'm seventeen, but one can never be sure. I lived in his home, working his job, until now. 

As you can see, my luck isn't the best. But now isn't the time to reminisce. 

"Rebels! You will be punished for your treason against the Queen!" a man cloaked in a tunic of deep green with light brown breeches, the garb of the Imperial Army, shouted.

A crowd gathered around, their eyes fearful. Compared to the finery of the officer, they wore rags. The torn tunics and breeches, dirty faces, tangled hair, and ratty sandals all spoke clearly of their class.

There were four of us. One of them had a deep gash on his forehead and his sticky, luminescent green blood was dripping all over his clothes. He was cowering in heap on the floor, sufficiently cowed.

The second one holding his ribs with one hand and also had the same demeanor as the first.

And beside me was a guy that couldn't be older than me. He had a collection of cuts littering his face and arms but unlike his comrades, he had his head up and was staring defiantly at the officer.

"You're not one of my squad. What're you doing here?" he asked me out of the side of his mouth.

"Wrong place, wrong time," I answered sourly.

"Don't worry; we'll get out of this."

The officer stopped his declarations of undying admiration of the Queen to snap, "Shut up, vermin!"

A pretty girl with doe brown eyes filled with tears and tangled brown hair threw herself from the crowd.

"Please don't do this! They're innocent!" she wailed. After that, all of her words became incomprehensible for she had attached herself to the officer, sobbing storms of tears.

Whispers of, "She gives water for these men!" raced through the crowd.

"And five… four…" the man next to me whispered, "three… two…"

"One."

Right on cue, a series of small explosions came from a nearby building.

The crowd reacted immediately. Screams tore through the air; pandemonium broke loose. Everyone went every which way regardless of who they knocked to the ground.

I was just as confused as the rest of them. Had this been caused by that man next to me?

I didn't have time to contemplate this any longer for strong arms had wrapped themselves around my waist. The person attached to me jumped and I obviously went with them.

They landed on the roof (and how someone could jump that high was beyond me) and ran from connected rooftop to connected rooftop until we were a safe distance away.

They put me down and I found out that the they was actually a he. (Try saying that ten times fast)

And, if you'll pardon me, he was _hot_.

He was short, but in a cute way. His hair was three different colors: white, black, and dark blue, spiked at an impossible angle. But the most disconcerting feature was his blood red eyes, which were glaring heatedly at me.

"You're not Yusuke," he commented dryly.

Well, I don't know when I'll write another chapter. Prolly whenever I'm at a stand still in Rainy Days. How was it?