(Friday - Night)

The day was coming to an end, the sun had already set and the moon was just rising to take its place. While it may be a little late to take care of the small garden (he liked to consider it one) in his backyard, Midorikawa always made sure to have some time set aside to care for his plants. His day may have been busy and stressful, but coming home to an activity like this put him at ease. It was one of the few times he was able to relax and enjoy himself without the worry of deadlines being cast upon him.

"Sorry the water is a little later than usual," the green haired man comments while holding a watering can, letting just the right amount of water trickle down onto each plant. Speaking to his the flowers was nothing new and he had heard it helped them grow after all. It was a good thing he lived alone, a roommate might find him crazy for doing it nearly everyday. "I promise tomorrow you'll get your water earlier tomorrow."

He smiles at the plant, knowing he won't receive a response, but he likes to imagine that they're smiling back at him. And seeing them grow and bloom, that was like their own answer to his tender care for them.

After seeing that each growing flower has had their fill of water, he takes a moment to look at the assortment of blossoms. They ranged from all sorts of colors, reds, white, yellows, purples, oranges. Midorikawa aimed to have every color, or as much as he could within two rectangular flower beds. It wasn't as much as he dreamed of having, but it was a start.

"One day, there'll be more of you. And I'll have more time to care for you to." The man sighed out. It was a dream he wanted but didn't think he could attain it so soon. Still, he wasn't about to give up. He'd continue to work hard under the Kira corporation and get what he dreamed of- a backyard full of growing plant life.

The man makes sure to set down the watering can down beside one of the beds, leaving it to be ready for the following day. He stretches once the can is out of his grasp, letting his hands reach into the sky. Then they're lowered to rest on his hips, taking a moment to look up at the night sky.

It was a beautiful sight to behold. The sky was dark and the moon was shining, radiating, along with a couple of stars. A few more were blinking into appearance, decorating the lonely sky. Soon it would be filled with small shining lights just like every other night.

But something about tonight's sky seemed...off.

"What is that?" Midorikawa murmurs, squinting his eyes as he tries to make out something in the sky. Its difficult to tell, as it was moving at a rather fast pace and he didn't have any sort of lens to get a better view on the object. But all it looked like was a star.

"A shooting star?" He guesses, but realizes that may not be the answer he's looking for. While it resembles one, a bright light shooting through the sky, the light was getting brighter, bigger, closer. His gaze is fixated upon the sight, unsure what to make of it. A bit of fear strikes through him telling him to get away, run indoors, yet he doesn't move.

That shooting star (he decides to call it that for the time being) continues to descend at a faster pace and for a moment he really believes that its going to crash into his home. But, it flies past his home, going off a little further and landing in the nearby woods. There's a loud thud and the ground shakes, making the man stumble where he stands. Whatever it is, its landed- crashed fairly close.

"Wha..." He's not sure what to say or think. Except that maybe that shooting star really wasn't a shooting star. Part of him is telling (more like shouting) at him not to go into the woods. Stay at home, let the authorities take care of this. But he's also just a little curious.

Just a quick look wouldn't hurt... He sighs, really hoping he won't regret this decision. Quickly, he dashes into his home, grabbing a flashlight before heading out the front door.

~...~

The only light shining through the deserted and cold woods comes from his flashlight. It can only illuminate so much and Midorikawa is now really beginning to regret ever coming out here. His mind keeps reeling to bad (and rather gruesome) scenarios, ending with him being lost and never found.

Don't think about that, don't think about that, don't...

Repeating that, he hopes he can fight off these nasty thoughts. He decides to give himself a few more minutes of exploring before turning back. If he can't find anything, thats it. He'd just have to think this was a dream and that he imagined it. At least he was going to believe that until his light shined upon some fallen trees.

"Oh my..." His light reveals more of the forcibly fallen trees, a trail of them that leads down to a pit, the ground leading up to it completely scorched. It's almost like something he'd seen out of a sci-fi movie; he can hardly believe its real.

Slowly, he begins stepping on the heated ground. The man approaches the pit, expecting to see a meteorite or some kind of space rock. What else would it be? There wouldn't be a space ship or any sort of space vehicle down in the pit.

Or there could be. Along with a person lying dead center in the pit. Definitely not what he was expecting.

A small gasp escapes from him and his fears are forgotten for a moment. He's worried. Did this person get hit by whatever had crashed down here? Or maybe he came from the crashed space craft? The latter seems more likely, but that would mean to admitting that he was an extraterrestrial. And that was something he wasn't too sure he could accept so suddenly.

The man glances around, shinning his light to see if there's any sort of life around, but they seem to be the only ones within the area. If this...person did crash, they came alone.

Midorikawa bites his lower lip, the fear now inching back and telling him this isn't a good idea. He has his light shining back on the person and notices something unusual. To be sure (as well as to check on him), he begins to take small steps down into the pit, careful not to fall and hurt himself in the process.

The closer he gets the more he can take a better look at this person. It's a man, possibly around his age, red hair raised up (he assumes as some of it is drooping down now) with bangs falling over his face. He's wearing some white jumpsuit with dark grey designs on the side, some odd accessory resting upon his chest. Yet, that jumpsuit of his is not intact. There is a portion thats ripped along his abdomen, a blueish liquid oozing out of him.

Blood? It's the first thought that comes to mind, though its hard to believe that it really could be. Blood was normally a red hue. Human blood anyway.

"Are...Are you okay?" He tries to speak up while stepping to his side and kneeling down beside the stranger. He puts the flashlight down for a moment, one hand near that blue...blood, another to his neck. He tries to find his pulse, which is luckily there but weak.

"He...l...p..." It's a weak and very quiet voice that comes from the wounded person. It surprises Midorikawa that he even managed to speak in the first place. But its a good sign. He hopes.

"Hold on. I-I'll help. Just, um...give me a moment, okay? I'll take care of you, don't worry, don't worry..." He mutters other reassurances, hoping that what he says will be true. Although, he's worried as to how he's going to bring this injured and bleeding man back home.

~...~

Midorikawa had no clue how he managed to get this man inside his house. There was a mixture of actually carrying and dragging him. (And he was certainly glad he was unconscious and hopefully not feeling any more of this pain he may be causing him.) But eventually, he had gotten him through the door and set down on his couch in his living room.

It wound up being rather messy to. That blue blood had gotten onto his clothes, not to mention it was beginning to stain the towel he used to cover his couch to (and there was possibly a trail of it, at least during the moments when he had been dragging the stranger). He's hoping that the cloth he had wrapped around his body where the wound is would help stop it. But, he wasn't exactly an expert on how to care for such harsh wounds.

He runs a hand through his green hair, taking a moment to catch his breath. He knows he needs to stop that bleeding and considers calling for help, but he doesn't know who to call. There really isn't someone to go to when your blood is not any shade of red and the truth of this injury was not one many would believe without solid proof.

Not to mention the fact that extraterrestrials weren't always welcomed upon Earth. Some humans would be kind, but others...not so much.

The man finds himself pacing the room while letting these thoughts run through his mind, but eventually he comes to a halt. His eyes wander back to the unconscious man. Its hard to tell if he's really alright or not. Seeing his chest move up and down, still breathing. As long as there's sign of life, that's all he needs to keep his hopes up that he'll be okay.

But, he can't stop the worried thoughts about him. This stranger is really not okay and possibly dying and he has no idea how to even care for someone with blue blood.

It just had to be blue blood! If it were red, I could have just called an ambulance! Wait, would that even work? He's still...maybe not from here. They'd probably find out and then do who knows what on him! Oh, why couldn't he have fallen nearby someone who knew how to care for an injury like that? He'd be in better hands, but he looks fine for right now. I just don't want it to get any worse than it already looks...

Worrying too much, he decides to take a seat on the chair adjacent to the couch. He sinks into it, finding it more comfortable than any other time he's sat on it before. Tiredness begins to set in and he realizes just how much he needed to rest himself. Perhaps there had been adrenaline rushing through him on his way over and now it was taking its toll on his body. He begins to tell himself that he should head off to his room, get out of these clothes and get to bed. Though he can't find the energy to move and slowly, his eyes began to close. Maybe just a moment of rest here would be alright.

a/n: this was inspired by two prompts. I was looking to write a oneshot but stumbled upon an alien/human prompt list. anyway, this is my attempt at trying another lengthy/not a oneshot fic that just so happens to be another AU.

Some notes I guess, this is going to be a bit westernized, sort of a modern AU setting with sci-fi elements, and maybe a bit OOCness. The last one depends on your own view since it is an AU, but I'll try my best as always to nail these characters (or portray them as I see them anyway).