Here's the next chapter, yet again something that just popped into my head, but slowly it's all coming together in my head.
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He could see his house on the horizon, all he had to do was make it home and he'd be safe.
"Come on guys don't let the runt get away!" a boy shouted from behind him.
Legato pumped his legs faster.
A group of angry young voices were shouting and laughing behind him. He only had a little further to go.
Just a little further.
Thump. He felt something hard whip against his skull. It knocked him off his feet, making him tumble into a heap on the dusty ground.
He opened his eyes, and noticed a rock laying just a few feet in front of him. His head burned with pain, and he couldn't shake the stars from his eyes.
"Good going Aidan you got him!" one of the boys yelled.
Legato cried out as he felt a solid blow lay against his stomach.
He was much smaller than the other boys. Maybe, if there had been just one of them he could fend them off. But four was too much for a young boy of ten to handle.
He tucked his knees to his chest, and covered his head with his hands. It was the only thing he could do to shield himself from the blows. It seemed like it would never end. One of the boys landed a solid kick to his stomach. Legato felt the wind being forced out of him, he gasped for air, his eyes bugging out.
"That's enough guys, let the freak run home to his momma." one of them said.
Legato peeked on eye open to see who had called them off. It was Aidan the biggest boy, the one who had pitched the rock at him. If only he were strong enough, Legato could teach him a lesson.
One boy gave him one more solid hit to the arm, then in a noisy group they fled into town. Leaving Legato in a bruised pile.
Legato stayed in his tight little ball for a few more minutes. Only when he was sure he was alone, did he make any motions to sit up.
He tasted blood and touched a finger to his lip. His lip had split open.
The rest of him seemed to be okay save for a few scratches and welts. He trudged to his home, wondering how he would explain all of it to his parents.
His house wasn't much, it was tiny even if there were only three people living in it. It leaned slightly and a few of the windows were cracked, but to him it was home. He pushed the door open and winced as he heard his mother give a yelp.
"Legato what happened?" she cried.
He stared at the floor and shrugged, "nothing mom, it's okay." "Let me help you clean that up." she said with a smile.
He waved a hand at her and walked solemnly to the bathroom, "that's okay mom, I can take care of it." he said quietly.
She stopped, "if you need any help let me know."
He didn't answer he just shut the door behind him.
His mother knew better than to coddle him too much, especially after a fight. It just made him feel worse. The last thing he needed after getting the snot kicked out of him was having his mom fuss over him.
Legato stood in front of the mirror and gazed at his bruised reflection.
Why did the kids hate him so much?
He looked at himself.
Blue hair, golden eyes skinny as a rail.
The other kids were right.
He was a freak.
Okay there's the next chapter I hope you all enjoy it, still not really sure where it's going but my other Trigun fic was the same way and everyone seemed to enjoy it. Lemme know what you think and thanks for reading!