Sorry for the late update. I've been extremely busy lately. Also, it's kind of disappointing to see that nobody wants to submit OC's. I beg to you! Please send in Flame types, Character names, personalities, weapons, and traits/bloodline. They will definitely be included in this story. Also, I will give thanks to everybody who submitted them in my story. Anyways, enjoy!

Giotto's Memories

The two boys walked through the dense forest, sweat falling down their faces.

Giotto collapsed on his knees and began panting. "Where are we?" the blonde boy asked, swatting at the mosquitoes surrounding him.

"If only I knew…" G. responded, looking around at his surroundings.

It was fully nighttime now, and Giotto shivered at the cold. He was really glad that G. had accompanied him. This place was extremely creepy.

"Should we make camp?" the blonde boy asked expectantly.

"Yeah, but let's find our way out of this forest. It's giving me the creeps."

Giotto nodded in agreement, and the two boys walked farther on, moving closer towards each other. Lots of sounds could be heard around them. The hoot-hoot of an owl, and the noise of a squirrel running through a bush. There was barely any light around the area and it didn't help that there was no moon tonight.

"There!" G. called out.

Giotto immediately looked up, and saw a thin exit from the forest. As they walked closer in excitement, they could see many European style houses made out of clay and bricks, and a large path that connected them together.

The two of them stood there in silence. "What should we do?" the blonde asked.

His throat was dry and raspy from walking so far without water and his lips were parched.

"Don't know. Let's just try to take shelter somewhere near one of the lawns, but not too close." G. answered.

They both moved a bit closer towards the small village, and settled near a patch of solid ground under a group of trees. The area hadn't been rained on due to the protection from above, and there was a jagged rock jutting out from a slope. Giotto noticed it and motioned for his friend to follow him. They crawled under the makeshift cliff and shivered from the cold. A gust of chill air abruptly hit the place, bouncing off the rock and shaking the leaves.

"So… Cold…" the blonde boy muttered, biting his lower lip and rocking back and forth.

G. closed his eyes and nodded then slowly stood up. "I'm going to get some things to try and make a 'tent'. You can stay here and maybe make this place a bit cleaner."

Rubbing his hands, the red-haired boy walked off, the sound of his footsteps quiet compared to the forest. Giotto pulled himself closer towards the edge of the stone and sighed. A memory flashed into his mind, and because it was a happy one he let himself remember.

Camping…

"Son, it's time for us to get out now," a man said in a deep voice.

A woman sitting next to him gently lay Giotto down and smiled at him, closing her eyes.

The sound of the horses clacking hooves stopped, and the carriage groaned at the weight. The carriage was beautiful. It was made by Giotto's own father and it took quite some time. Carved onto the wooden walls were pictures of the family together and a beautiful crest his father created himself, emblazoned onto the ceiling.

Stepping off the carriage, the family grabbed their things and walked along a dirt trail. "Son, this is how you make a tent with fabric and you should always bring a picni-"

"Giotto!" the blonde boy felt his shoulders being shaken and he rubbed his eyes. He looked up to see G. hovering over him and grinning.

"What happened?" Giotto asked. He was a lot more tired after his little daydream than before.

"You fell asleep," the red-haired boy replied. "I brought some stuff from the forest that I found. At first I didn't want to wake you up, but after realizing that you wouldn't wake up anyways, I began to make camp."

It was at that moment Giotto realized a fire was crackling in front of him. "Y-you… you did it!" he exclaimed.

"Nah. It wasn't that hard," G. turned his head the other way, smiling modestly. He proceeded to throw some dry leaves onto the sizzling flames, making them larger. "But I need a little help with these small logs I found," he said, pointing towards a pile of large wood he had found.

Giotto nodded and began to walk over to the small clearing where they were placed. He stopped in his tracks to look up at the sky. Stars were scattered all over the night, shining brightly at the place where Giotto stood standing. The blonde boy tried to grab hold of the log, but it was too heavy. Giotto continued to use his shirt to hold it up, but it ended up slipping and almost landing on his foot.

By now Giotto broke into a cold sweat and he sneezed. G. came rushing over from finding little branches, asking him if he needed help. "No thanks. I have to do this myself." the blonde boy responded resolutely.

He proceeded to pick up a log with both hands, grabbing onto the rough spots for the most friction and support. Grunting, Giotto tried to pick it up, and even managed it a couple feet before dropping it immediately. He proceeded in this fashion, only moving a log for a couple feet at one time, then dropping it as if it were a boulder. It was a while before Giotto carried it back to the rock and placed it gently onto the ground.

G. was dusting the place, and shooing a couple of dragonflies and spiders away from their campsite. By now they had a good amount of things to keep the fire going, and the small log they had was blocking off a bit of the cold. They continued in this manner for a little bit, until when Giotto placed his second log on the ground, G. told him to stop.

"I-I can keep g-going." the blonde boy panted loudly.

"No, you're injured. Look at your hands." G. insisted.

It was true. Giotto's hands were covered with scratches and bruises. A lot of places on his arm were peeled off and bleeding. The pressure of the logs were hurting him. It didn't matter though. The two large barriers were suffice for keeping the cold out, if only for one night. The two of them had arranged the things in a neat way on top of each other, to make the most use out of it.

"Where did you find those logs?" Giotto asked. "And how did you lug them over here?"

G. sighed and continued placing more things on the fire. "I found them only a couple feet away from where they are now. I think somebody was planning on using them, but got too tired to carry them home."

The blonde boy began to feel uncomfortable. "Isn't that stealing?" he wondered nervously.

"I guess, but if you think about it we're not doing anything to harm others intentionally. We'll find a way to repay whoever did cut those things down if we have the supplies. Besides, we're not taking more than we need. It's not like we want the logs, but it's just that we need them to keep us warm and protect us, right? I mean, aren't we using them to protect one another even if it is stealing?" G. explained, trying to reassure Giotto, and it seemed trying to reassure himself.

"I guess your right," Giotto croaked, feeling better and letting out a breath of relief. His lips were cracked, and his throat dry and hoarse.

"Sorry," G. said noticing his voice. "I don't have any water, but I brought some food." The red-haired boy took out a loaf of bread and some fish from his sack. "The leftovers and some more. Mom let me take some spices, vegetables, and a little bit of our meat."

Giotto looked at the food hungrily and his stomach growled. G. crammed a bit of fish and lettuce into a piece of bread and folded it, handing it to the blonde boy. The two of them ate in silence, enjoying their sandwich, but not wanting to eat too fast, savoring every bite. It was only a little bit before they both finished, and fell asleep.

Sorry for the extremely late update. I've been pretty busy lately. If you like OC pairings you might enjoy my other story titled, "A Golden Sun, A Bright Moon" HibarixOC and MukuroxOC (Sorry Frost190). Expect the next update within this week.

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