Chapter two:
Near's P.O.V.
I cautiously look at the strange man tied, with my hair, to a chair in the middle of the kitchen.
He had come through the window and I had knocked him out with a frying pan.
"Do you think he's one of those greedy people mother keeps talking about?" I ask Sweetie holding his bag.
Sweetie just hops off my shoulder.
I open the bag and peer inside, there I see a crown, a princely crown. It feels familiar to me some how.
I drop the bag and hold the crown in my hands, I look up and out of the corner of my eye I see a mirror.
Turning to the mirror I put the crown on my head. "Oh wow." I whisper. "Not only can I handle myself with an intruder but I don't look to bad with this on." I take it off and put it in the bag again.
Taking the bag to a pot across the room and drop it in there so no one but me and Sweetie knows where it is.
I turn back to look for sweetie.
Sweetie goes up to the unconscious man and sticks her tongue in his ear.
As soon as I see what she is doing I get up to the beams in the roof using my hair that is dangling from the roof as a climbing rope.
The man wakes with a startled gasp and knocks Sweetie off his shoulder.
I hide up in the bars of wood in the ceiling and watch him.
Mello's P.O.V.
I wake with the feeling of something licking my ear. "Ah." I gasp.
I am in the middle of the room I had entered in, tied to a chair by what looks like….. Hair?
I follow the trail of strangely really really long hair. "Is this hair?" I ask uncertainly.
Someone jumps down from the ceiling and lands in the shadows. The trail of hair following them. "Who are you?" A guarded emotionless voice asks.
"Name's Mello. Who are you?" I answer and ask in return.
A girl… no a boy, looks like he's two years younger than me steps out into the light. He has stormy grey emotionless eyes and a pan raised and ready to attack with.
I feel attracted towards this male but no. I am not gay!
"Um Hi." Damn I feel nervous talking to him! "Can you untie me."
"How can I trust you? Mother told me that outsiders are horrible greedy people." He hisses.
"Well that was rude. You have really long hair that isn't normal!" I growl at him. "You look like a girl!" I suddenly notice something. "Where is my bag?" I struggle and look around.
"I've hidden it where you'll never find it." The boy speaks up.
I glance around and look at a pot. "It's in that pot isn't it?"
The boy swings the pan into my head again knocking me out once more.
When I come around I feel something sticky and slimy in my ear.
I shake off whatever is licking my ear and rub my ear on my shoulder because my hands, legs and feet are tied to this chair. "Will you stop that!" I snarl.
"Now. I have it hidden where you will never find it." The boy is standing in front of me, arms crossed over his chest looking smug. Frying pan in one hand.
I sigh, not even bothering to look around since I know what will happen.
The boy comes closer and holds out the frying pan for protection. "I know what you're here for. What do you want with my hair?" He growls and starts to circle me.
"What?" Okay I am seriously confused now.
"To cut it?" He does another circle around me. "To sell it?" He stands in front of me again.
"No. No." I sigh in frustration. "The only thing I want with your hair is to get out of it. Literally." I struggles against my binds again.
"Wait." He looks confused at me. "You don't want my hair?"
"Give this boy a fucking gold metal! No. Why in the whole world of hell would I fucking want your hair!" Man I wonder how smart this kid is. "I was being chased, escaped and needed a place to hide. Found your tower and climbed it. End of story."
"So you're telling the truth?" He still has the look of confusion on his face.
A chameleon runs quickly, faster than any other chameleon, down the boys arm and onto the frying pan. It looks me in the eye suspiciously. Weird chameleon. It flicks it's tail back and the boy moves the frying pan back slowly.
"Okay….." That was weird. "Now will you untie me?" I suddenly notice that the two had their backs to me and the boy is whispering to the chameleon. "Really?" Damn those two.
They spend a few minutes doing that then the boy turns around to face me again. "We'll cut you a deal. You take me to see the lights and I'll let you go and leave with your bag."
"The lights?" What the hell is he talking about?
He goes to a painting and pulls back a drape to show a well done painting of a faraway castle and bright dots that I can tell are lanterns coming from it, a whole trail of them. "The lights. They appear every year on my birthday at midnight. You can take me to see them."
I pause. Well I mean I don't really like this boy let alone people traveling with me. But I need my bag and I really don't feel like searching this place for it. "Fine." I sigh in frustration and annoyance.
The boy lets me out of my bonds. "Name's Nate."
Nate…. I've heard that name before…. Oh stupid me, Nate is a common name of course I've heard of it before! "Alright Nate." I stand up and brush off any dust on my clothes. "I'll take you to the lights as long as I get my bag back."
"Deal." He nods and goes upstairs.
The chameleon glares at me.
"Sweetie!" Nate calls from upstairs.
The chameleon, Sweetie I guess, rushes up the stairs to Nate.
"I hate you too." I mummer at the chameleon as it leaves.