It was a busy day in Ireland. Not too hot, not too cold. People were bustling in the streets, getting items for their families or for themselves.

I was sitting in a dark alleyway, thinking. Why is it so busy today? Why is it unusually warm? It's supposed to be cold this time of year. I did not know.

I tilted my head towards the bright, blue sky. I didn't know what to do with my life. Life as a criminal isn't exactly easy and most of the time you're bored, waiting for the right time to steal the items you need or want.

I steal items I want and need, but mostly what I need. I will treat myself every now and then.

I have a brother named Greed and he only steals the things he wants.

On the subject of family, I have seven siblings, including me. I'm the oldest, though, but I'm the worse and least favorite out of the other six. Father kicked me out of the house and I never tried to come back. I just never saw the point of going back to the house where you were mistreated and forced to live by your parents rules. That being said, I'm only sixteen, so living on the streets is complicated.

I sighed and stood up. Today is a good day to go to the beach and chill with my feet in the water.

I leaned against the brick wall of the alleyway, my midnight black hair falling into my eyes as I do so.

If I do go to the beach, people will be there. A lot of people. A walk in the woods would be more relaxing and quiet than on the beach.

I nod to myself in silent agreement and slip out of the dark alleyway, keeping to the darkness so people can't really see me. I, obviously, don't like being noticed.

It was a short walk to the forest, seeing as it was right at the end of the very small village I "live" in and police aren't very big here, so making my way to the forest being unnoticed was pretty easy.

The sight before me was absolutely spectacular. A variety of colors, going from red, blue, pink, yellow, and purple flowers that had popped up before me. The vibrant green trees sang softly with the gentle and light wind, adding a small rhythm to the birds songs.

Reaching down, I put the pads of my fingers to the soft moss below me. I rose once more and breathed in the freshest of all the air.

Times like this, I felt most at peace.

Soft crunches of fallen leaves and sticks whispered beneath my feet. I dodged some branches that were in my path and finally reached my favorite spot. A small lake, being filled by a marvelous waterfall.

I got my water from here, it's so delicious.

I sometimes catch fish here as well. Granted, I'm not a big fan of fish, but I'll eat it if I absolutely have to.

I sat down softly and leaned my back against a mossy rock, taking a deep breath. I closed my eyes and let my senses of touch and smell take control of me. My heart rate slowed at a relaxed pace. I will definitely embrace this moment since I love this forest during the early fall.

Snap.

Oh, did a deer come to say hello? I wondered as I opened my eye.

What I saw before me was not a deer, but a man. Man...man. Man!

I shot my other eye opened and quickly got to my feet.

"Who are you?" I asked with a tough tone. A villager perhaps?

He looked like a youthful teenager with short, messy blond hair and amber eyes. He wore a blue hoodie, loose grey jeans, and a teal knit cap.

He was obviously surprised that I was there and had spoken to him as he had fallen into the shallow part of the small lake, letting out a colorful string of swear words.

It was then, I realized, he had a slight British accent.

I stood up and watched the boy try and get up out of the water, only to lose his balance and slip in again.

He glared up at me as I approached slowly.

"Who are you?" I repeated, my purple eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"Why the hell do you want to know?" The boy growled back.

An attitude? I like this kid so far. I looked into his fiery amber eyes with my cold purple ones.

"I'll ask one last time," I said, starting out softly. "Who are you?" I snapped, my voice raising slightly.

The kid looked hesitant before he answered.

"Yukine. My name is Yukine," he sighed out.

"There we go! That wasn't too hard, now. Was it?" I replied, sarcasm dripping from my voice.

"Who are you?" The kid asked slowly and carefully.

"I'm Pride," I replied bluntly.

We surveyed each other for a while until I remembered that he was British and British people aren't allowed on Irish territory. But I liked this kid, even though I don't know him on a personal level.

"Why are you doing on Irish ground? I mean, you're obviously a Brit," I asked slowly.

"The laws there sucked," he sighed out after a long moment of silence.

"The laws here aren't probably any better," I replied bluntly.

"True, but the forests here and way more prettier."

"True."

Another moment of silence. Mostly because I got lost into those fiery depths known as eyes.

"Do you have any place I can stay?" The squirt asked out of the blue.

I shook my head. "Sorry but I live with my five brothers, one sister, and my father," I lied.

He can't know too much yet.

"But," I said quickly. "If you stay here, I can bring you food and crap."

He hesitantly nodded his head in agreement, followed by a soft nod from me.

That was the day I unknowingly made the worst mistake of my life.