A red hair teen stared at a very dusty black and red book that lied on a desk with his green eyes and a serious face. Still unsure of what nor who kept him from leaving the abandon old house and the book behind. No matter how hard he tried- no matter how much pushed himself, he can't leave. It was like a balloon that been bind to a tree, unable to see anything past what the string would go.

He's been in this house for who knows how long now. Unknown on what the juice was the purpose of being held. "The only knowledge a ninja can possess is that he knows no knowledge." The red head remembered that, but not much anything else. He wished he did.

Just then, some noise sprang up like a firework. The teen broke his gaze, shifted his expression to a puzzled one, and redirect it to the floor. It sounded like a door opening. Did someone that came into the house or was it the wind. He looked to the side, through the window to see the clear blue sky. Well, if someone did get in, they were not looking for shelter that for sure. So, what was going on down there? He went away from the book and head down the stairs. If it was a person, then he got to play the part of one that's alive.

Once downstairs, he searched for any sing of what made that noise. However, all he found was the same furniture and dust covered room. He singed. It must have been the wind. He was about to go back to staring that honkin book when he ceased as soft sobs hit his ears. The red hair guy looked back again, but unlike last time he saw in the distance, a faint sign of purple hair at the side of a couch that was in front of a windowsill.

He took a few steps and saw that the person appeared to be a young boy who looked like he could be no older than seven years old.

Despite having a few questions about the sudden and unexpected scene, he resumed his walk to the kid and uttered "You shouldn't go into someone else's houses."

The younger being poked up their head and looked to their sides until they looked up at him with their blue eyes and baffled face. At that moment, the teen could tell that the youngling was a boy. "Oh, sorry." The purple hair child said, fidgeting and gaining a bit of a nervous face almost like he was going to be scolded. "I didn't know anyone was living here."

The younger of the two was kind of right on that one.

"The only knowledge a ninja can possess is that he knows no knowledge."

At that moment, the teen peered back down at the child and saw said child giving another baffled expression.

"Just a habit. Why are you here?" He asked with a raised brow.

"Well, I wanted to hide. Everyone was having fun at Parents' Day at the park, including my friend Howard."

"You're an orphan?"

"No. You see, my dad moved to another place and my mom works all day. I just whished that Howard and this bully Bash didn't rub it in my face. My parents work hard for me. I think I could handle being lonely." The child said with a smile.

However, the red hair guy saw that his guest was faking it.

"The purest of hearts always hide the most suffering." The teen muttered, somehow, getting the feeling that he could relate.

"What's your name?"

"Oh, my name is Randy-Randy Cuningham."

"Randy?"

"Actually, my full name is Randal, but I like to go by Randy. What's yours?"

"I 'm..." He paused for a bit struggling to remember a name-any name.

"Uh, what's that matter? Don't remember it?"

The teen replied with a sadden face. "No. I can't remember it."

"Hey, it's cool." Randy said as he gotten up. "We all forgotten things. I forget my homework at school and have to run back and get it."

"Wait? I think I remember a name. Nomicon?"

"Nomicon? Okay."

Despite the smile Randy had, the older male knew by the sound of the kid's voice that he was unsure about it but gave a soft smile of his own as thanks for the support.

"Randy, a mighty dragon is allowed to hide every once in a while."

"Huh?"

Nomicon figured to give the answer just this once. Randy appears like he needed it simplified. "I mean, just walk away from people like this Howard and Bash guys."

"You know, I 'll try that. Thanks, Nomicon." The child said running out of the building, beaming.

As the child did, teen watched. Despite returning peace and quiet, he was going to miss his new companion. It was nice to have someone talk to. However, he knew well enough kids deserved to be with others, not to entrained him. A part of him did wish Randy would come back, that remains to be seen. Right now, he has to go back to the book.

Author's Note: Fun fact, I had this story laying around for over a year and didn't know why I stop when I was almost done. I might make more chapters later, but right now. I hope you enjoyed.