Weihnachten Fotographie

"A photograph is nothing but a memory frozen in time."

Chapter 2

About three minutes into their chase, the baker was panting rather heavily and was leaning on the wall of the building as though it were an attachment of himself. Dark 'accidentally' kicked him, sending him spiraling into the ground for his afternoon snack of unpaved dirt. Teach him to not apologize,Dark thought as he continued running after the 'blur'- if he caught it perhaps that tub of lard (The baker) would reward him with a cash prize; He could definitley use a few extra dollars.

It wasn't hard for someone of Dark's stamina to catch up with the 'theif'. Unfortunatley, he wasn't looking where he was going and ended up stumbling over a quite accuratley placed rock jutting up from the middle of the unpaved dirt road; And so, to stop himself from eneding up as an undignified heap in the middle of the christmas shopping goers(Most of whom who were blatantly ignoring the chase, others were watching with a detached sort of interest.) The amethyst-eyed teen grabbed the first thing he could. The theifs' collar, wich ended up in him being an undignified heap in the middle of the christmas-goers with another person on top of him; Causing those christmas-goers to laugh quietly and glance his way every now and then.

Dark could feel his cheeks grow hot at this, he may not be from a wealthy family but he sure did have his pride. And all these laughing bystanders certainly were an insult to it. The 'blur' got off of him, and was about to resume running with the 'suspicious package' still cradled to his chest when Dark grabbed hold of his arm, causing him to whirl around and glare.

Dark was taken aback for a moment by the teen's inhuman golden eyes, and was considering releasing him for a moment, but only for a moment. That was, until he realized that the bundle that the blonde was still cradling to him was more than likely the pilfered item that the tub-of-lard-who-shouldn't-spend-as-much-time-eating-his-confections-as-he-does-making-them baker was so uptight about losing. "What have you got there?", He ground out, referring to the bundle.

The blonde's eyes widened at this, "N-N-Nothing.", He stuttered.

Dark's brows furrowed at this, "Then let me see."

A sigh, and the bundle was handed over with shaking hands.

Dark accepted it and unwrapped, and unsurprisingly it had a loaf and a half of smushed bread, he poked at it; It was hard-It had to be at least two days old, This is what that baker was so upset about losing? By law it should have been tossed out a day ago...So much for his -supposed- reward money, The violet-haired teen found himself thinking.

Handing the bread back to the blonde teen, Dark finally noticed the full appearance of him; Blonde with gold eyes, About his own height, but a couple inches shorter and his clothes...A pair of jeans that had definitley seen better days and a white(Slightly gray) tee-shirt that was thread bare in places and a few dirt smudges on his face-All in all, Dark probably lived like a king compared to this guy, going by looks.

Acting on impulse, Dark asked, "Hey, you, What's your name?"

That earned him an indignant glare, "And why should I tell you?", The blonde spat, why should he trust him? For all he knew he wanted his name for a wanted poster.

"I guess you really shouldn't; After all, I was chasing you.", Dark sighed, " But, anyways, I'm Dark Mousy."

Not one to ignore the rules of polite coversation, the blonde was now obliged to give his name to this 'Dark' fellow, "Krad Hikari. Happy? Now...Can I get going.", He was quite irritated by this point.

"You could...But I don't want you to. Wanna help me with my Christmas Shopping?"