Leaning against a brick wall, holding a newspaper opened to the "help wanted" adds, he watched the people passing by; rushing to get somewhere, or to meet someone. They don't realize how lucky they are; having homes, the freedom to do whatever they wish, having something to call their own. How he envied them. He watched as couples walked down the street with their arms around one another. They would lovingly gaze into each other's eyes and kiss from time to time.

In every crowd, there's always a person who is depressed or worried about something, whether it is a job, family, or a relationship. At least they know that they have a home to come to at the end of the day.

Ever since his mom had passed, his dad had financial problems. Before, he had been a mechanic, but the shop went bankrupt and went out of business. After that, he did manage to find another job as a mechanic, but it wasn't enough to take care of all of rent and other payments, so they were evicted. His dad of course, searched for other apartments, but they wouldn't be able to afford any of them. So, they lived in the airport.

Darien did his best to help out, even as a little kid. He would help to carry people's luggage for tips. Now that he's 16, he can really be of some help. He decided to start job-hunting himself.

The winter's frigid wing began to blow. He pulled his jacket closer to his body for warmth and continued down the sidewalk. 'Hmm… McDonald's has an opening. Minimum wage-' The sound of a truck interrupted his thoughts. He looked around for the source of the noise.

Over in the road was a young woman about his age crossing the road looking down at something in her hands. As cars sped by around her, a large truck was heading towards her, and it looked like it wasn't planning to stop anytime soon. The truck horn sounded once again, but it continued to move towards the girl. "Hey!" Darien called out. Finally, the girl looked up, but she didn't move. Like a deer in headlights, she just stood there. He had to think fast. Why wouldn't she move out of the way?

Frozen by fear, she couldn't help but stand there. She began to quiver and dropped her phone. She felt a hand grab her wrist, then she was being pulled way. She roughly landed on the sidewalk where people gathered around her. The truck that was about to hit her zoomed by. "Pay attention, you stupid bitch!" yelled the operator of the vehicle.

She watched it pass by. Then she remembered that someone had saved her from the terrible fate. She noticed that someone was on the ground next to her. She quickly turned her head towards the person and asked, "Are you the one who saved me?" The young man nodded. She smiled and hugged him with gratitude. "Thank you so much! How can I repay you?"

"It's fine. Knowing that you're okay is repayment enough." A blush crept onto his face. The girl smiled.

"So," She began as she stood back up and began to brush off her clothes, "What's your name?"

"Darien. Darien Chiba." He ran his fingers through his silky raven hair. "And you are?"

"Serena Tsukino." She took a step towards him and twirled a strand of her blonde hair around her finger.

Darien couldn't help but laugh at her flirtatious manner. He found it to be rather cute actually. Now that he has seen her up close, Serena seemed to be a bit younger that he was, maybe a year or two.

"Serena, I hope you don't mind me asking, but how old are you?"

"I'm fifteen!" She answered with a large smile on her face. She just suddenly felt very giddy, she wasn't sure why. Earlier, she felt as calm as can be, and she didn't consume any sugar earlier. 'Oh, well. No use wondering about such things!'

"Ah," Darien began, "I was right! You are younger than me." He calmly placed his hands in his pockets.

"What's that supposed to mean!" Somehow, Serena took it as an insult. Was he trying to call her immature? That she needs to grow up? "Are you saying that I'm childish and immature?"

Darien's hands shot up in defense. "No! Not at all! It was just a lucky guess, that's all!" He slowly lowered his hands and Serena took a step back, giving him a suspicious look. She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. Sure, lucky guess.

She noticed something pink in the road. She looked at it carefully. It turned out to be her phone. It was broken into several tiny pieces from being dropped then ran over several times by cars. "Oh, no! My phone! Dad's going to kill me!" She took in a deep breath then looked over at Darien and shrugged.

For the passed hour and a half, they walked around the city talking about just about anything. The time seemed to pass so quickly. They could go on forever. "So, can I have your number?" Serena asked. He wasn't sure how to handle this. Should he just say that he doesn't have a phone because he's homeless? Would she go for that? Homeless people are usually stereotyped as being dirty, hungry bums who are to lazy to get up and get a job. But that's not him and he doesn't want to give the wrong impression so-

"No! No you can't!" He blurted out. His response startled the blonde "I…I…I'm having some problems with the phone company so…. So…. You can't"

Serena crossed her arms and looked at him suspiciously. "You don't have a phone, do you?"

"Is it that obvious?" He relaxed his shoulders.

"Can you say 'yes'? Only people without phones would try to come up with such a lame excuse."

"Okay, you caught me." He truned his back towards the girl and took a deep breath. "The truth is… I don't have a phone because, I don't have a home."

Konnichiwa mina! Kaika here! I'm back with a new story for ya! Hope you like my story for you. Funny, I came up with this idea while I was reading a story for a class at my mom's school. So again, I hope you like this. I have some more stories I want to post. I'll try to get around to those and I'm surprised that I got one or two reviews for Moon2K. It's been forever since it updated that one. Anyway… please review and thank you for reading my story.