Here's chapter one.

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"Oh no!" The boy dropped whatever he was doing and ran over to the man, all panicked and worried. "I hope he's alright."

He barely managed to drag the man onto shore, dropping him twice on the ground, and into a dryer area. He shook the man back and forth, hoping to get some sort of reaction from him and was glad that he was able to get out a groan.

The boy quickly set up a fire to help dry the man off while doing his best to remove the man's outer layers. He moved those clothes to dry, leaving them on some dry rocks and in the sun, before heading back to what he was originally doing.

His fishing net, made from vines and sticks, had done a wonderful job of getting him enough fish to last the next couple of hours. He had somehow managed to get the fish propped up onto some sticks to cook by the fire while he dug around in his small bag that he had brought with him, one of the few things he had taken with him.

Out from his bag, he pulled a small container containing some ointment and a roll of bandages he had. He then moved to go check on the man, who had yet to wake. He frowned at the large wound on the man's head that was bleeding, mostly from when he dropped the man, and begun applying first aid to him.

He felt bad for dropping the man twice on the ground because of his feeble strength. When the strange man woke, he would apologize about it.

The boy wiped the sweat from his face and smiled at the sight of the well wrapped head wound. He was glad that the nurses from the infirmary that taught him how to treat wounds… his innate clumsiness got the better of at times.

"I hope he wakes up soon," the boy said to himself. He stood from his spot and nodded his head in achievement. He shot one more look at the man just as he was about to walk away but paused in his walking. Now that he looked at the man, he's never seen someone as pretty as him.

The man's hair was a black, almost like ebony, with curled side burns, and the clothes he wore reminded him of some of the shadow people his grandfather and brother talked to. He was also taller than him, obviously, but it made the boy wonder what kind of person the man was.

The man groaned a little, making the boy jump, but didn't wake.

The boy released a relieved sigh before heading out to scavenge for food in the forest. Hopefully the man would wake up when he returned.

When he woke, he woke to the sound of a river rushing nearby and of birds tweeting in the air. The sun was partially beating down on him, and he could feel the warmth of a fire nearby. Sitting up slowly, he saw that he was placed under the shade of some trees along with a small camp of sorts.

There was a fire crackling near him with some fish being cooked and some supplies that rested near a half opened bag. Surprisingly, next to him was a pile of folded clothes along with several other items. He glanced around the camp once more and saw that no one was currently in the camp as he had yet to spot anyone.

The man turned back to the clothes and looked through them. The pile mostly consisted of a large cloak that looked to be made of some kind of thin cloth but something about it told him there was more to it. Other than the cloak, there was a black vest with two pockets on the side, and the pile of items next to it contained a knife and a gun, along with some small bags.

While examining the clothes, he felt his head throb in pain and winced the slightest. He reached a hand to his head and was surprised to find that there were bandages wrapped around his head. Strangely enough, he didn't remember ever hitting his head.

A slight noise caught his attention, causing to look towards the river to see a young boy approaching the camp. He was a short, looking no older than seven or eight, with brown hair and big brown eyes. He wore simple clothes, a white shirt tucked into some brown pants and boots, and carried a what looked to be like a leaf acting as a bowl for some fruits. He hummed to himself as he came closer, unaware that the man was awake.

"Through the trees and there she'll be waiting for me," the boy sang cheerfully, nodding his along

The man watched as the boy stopped near the edge of the camp, peering into the river, before turning towards him. Brown eyes met his and the boy's eyes widen with joy.

"You're awake!" The boy said, coming towards him. "I was getting worried that you weren't going to wake up?

He examined the boy, deeming him as not a threat, and nodded his head slowly. "How long was I out?"

The boy smiled at him. "About two days."

"Oh," the man answered.

"How are you feeling?" the boy asked. He moved towards the fire and grabbed some of the cooked fished, one for each hand. He sat across from the man and held one of the cooked fish out towards the man, who stared at it before taking. "You haven't eaten in a while so eat."

The boy bit down on his fish, chewed and then swallowed. He looked up at the man expectantly before the man followed suit, surprised that the fish wasn't as horrible tasting as he thought it would be. His surprise must have shown on his face as the boy laughed a little and continued to eat his own food.

They finished eating and the boy stood from his spot, stretching his legs. The man watched as the boy put out the fire and started to clean up the camp.

"What's going on?"

"I'm cleaning up camp," the boy answered. "I have to move every few or so days to not be found."

"Found?"

"Yeah. I caused some trouble at home so I guess you can say I'm running away."

The man hummed and didn't pry. "You're pretty smart for a kid."

"I'm seven!" the boy said proudly.

"Really? You don't look older than five," the man questioned.

The boy seemed to bite his lip and pout. "I'm not that short."

They sat in silence for a moment before the boy spoke again.

"Say mister, what's your name?"

"Eh?" the man looked at the boy in surprise. "I'm…" he thought for a moment but nothing came to him. He searched his thoughts for anything that could be his name but nothing really stood out to him. "I…" he trailed off and winced when he felt a pain from his head.

He had been focused on the headache that he didn't notice that boy approaching him and had reached out to touch him. Faster than they both could realize, the man had grabbed the hand that that boy was reaching out to grab him with and threw the boy against the floor. The boy screamed in pain and surprise while the man was now on top of the boy, having effectively pinned the boy against the ground.

There was silence as both were shocked at the action.

The man was surprised at the motion. He knew how to pin someone down? Yes, apparently, but what really mattered was the series of ways he could have hurt the boy that came after. He wasn't bothered by, nope, not at all, but he felt like he was missing something.

"M-mister…" the boy weakly cried. "I-it h-hurts…"

The man immediately let the boy go, arms raised as if he was trying to not hurt the boy any further. He watched boy rubbed his arm, wincing in pain, before he looked up at him.

"Sorry," he said, confused as to why the words felt forgien to him.

"It's alright?" the boy said with a slightly confused voice. "I didn't mean to scare you." The boy stopped and looked at him before letting out a smile. "But it was kinda cool! I've seen my seniors do something like that before!"

The man nodded his head slowly as the boy continued to talk about his seniors, not sure how to react because normal people don't react like this. For some reason, he wanted more screams and more chaos….

"I still didn't get your name," the boy ended, grabbing him hesitantly.

"I…" he thought for a moment and shook his head, ignoring the faint pounding from it. "I don't remember."

"EH!?" the boy shouted, hands shooting up his mouth. "You don't remember?!"

The man nodded.

"Not even where you came from?"

He nodded again.

"That's not good," the boy said with a frown. "That's not good at all…. What should I call you then?"

"Anything works," the man said.

"Really?" The boy gave him a suspicious stare but it faded away as the boy thought. The man silently watched as the boy before the brunet eyes lit up. "I'll call you Ebony!"

"Ebony?" The man questioned with a raised brow.

"Yeah," the boy smiled. He pointed a finger to the top of the man's head. "Your hair's black like ebony."

The man couldn't disagree with that.

"Hey, hey," the boy said with a bright smile while tugging on his shirt. "Name me!"

"That's pointless," the man answered.

"I'm gonna need a new name if I don't want to be found," the boy answered. "Come on, please!"

The man sighed and placed a hand on the boy's, directing the beaming smile away from him. "Fine."

"Yay!" The boy jumped up and down before settling in front of him.

The man stared at the boy. Nothing about him seemed to stand out nor did anything he was carrying. He had a feeling that he wasn't the best at naming things and this would be a disaster. He thought for a little longer as names passed through his mind before it hit him.

He patted the boy on the head, which the younger appreciated, before squatting down next to him.

"Rakki. I'll call you Rakki."

Thumbs up to those how gets the meaning behind Rakki's name.