„Speaking"

„Thoughts"

Scarlet-Nin: Okay due to a few requests this will purely be a Friendship fanfiction! I hope the characters don´t seem too OCC. Tell me your opinion in the reviews, please!

Disclaimer: I don´t own KHR!

Chapter 7

It had been a year now since G. and Giotto were living their new lives. At the beginning, it was hard. They only managed through determination, sheer Will and hard work, but the only thing that matter was that they survived and were content and proud of it. The jobs they had to do from time to time weren´t always pleasant. On the other Hand they never stayed for more than two months in a town, first thing they focused on was getting enough money to get away from that hellhole the two had lived in. Far away.

Currently G. was working at a part time job and Giotto who had already done his share of work today, well as much as G. allowed him and was waiting for G. to finish. The two really were close after the year they spend together. Giotto couldn´t help but tease G. every once, in a while for being such a worry-wart over him which usually ended with G. hitting him over the head lightly.

Giotto shook his head fondly at the memory. "I owe him so much." He muttered with a slight smile, so full of adoration for his best friend it would have made some of the other people jealous. Giotto couldn´t help but think that the kids in his home town were such Idiots to pass up the opportunity of getting to know G. and being friends with him.

"Well, if they had who knew if I would have meet G. at all." Now, don´t get him wrong he felt a tiny bit guilty at the thought of being happy that G. had been alone before him, but every time he saw him he couldn´t help but be grateful for getting to meet him.

Suddenly a prickling feeling at the back of his head let Giotto´s gaze wander through a crowd of people at the market place. It made him uneasy as his eyes fell on a tall shady man with dark clothing and a smile that send shivers down his back.

He followed the gaze of the man and saw that he was watching a boy maybe two or three years younger than Giotto himself. It was hard to tell, the kid looked like he was younger than him but even from this distance, Giotto could see that he was almost as tall as him.

Remembering what G. told him at the train station a year back, he felt responsible for protecting that kid. So, praying that G. wouldn´t be too angry with him later he made his way over to the kid, who looked up at the man with big innocent Green eyes. Something in that gaze of the man, made Giotto want to grab the kid´s hand and run for it, but when he was getting nearer and he saw the kid with the bright green hair perk up and smile widely his heart sunk. The man pulled out a piece of candy and held it up to the kid.

Not wasting anytime, he rushed over and smiled at the kid, being aware of how the man´s gaze swept over him as his heart pounded in his chest.

Bright Green eyes looked at him with curiosity and a bit of arrogance. Holding the candy protectively in front of his chest he watched Giotto warily. The man all but forgotten.

"Hello there, what´s your name?" Giotto asked with a kind smile. The kid all but sneered at him. "Why would the great Lampo-sama tell you?!" He spat and Giotto was slightly taken aback at the tone. Glad that G. wasn´t here at the moment, since the kid would have been dead already if he was, he only smiled wider making sure to keep his body language open as to reassure the kid that he was no threat.

He had seen the slight watery eyes of the kid, who was probably scared or something. He knew what the kid wanted to do. Play tough and hope to get left alone, so he could cry in silence. What made Giotto angry was that the man, who was watching them, had no good intentions with the kid. And seeing the kid so protective over a piece of candy from a stranger made it all the worse.

He ruffled the kid´s hair even when his hand was slapped away with a growl. An annoyed frown on the kid´s face told him he would probably get chewed out for that. So, quickly searching in his pocket, Giotto pulled out a piece of Grape favored Candy, he pressed it into the kid´s hand.

"Here, now please hurry along to your parents. They must be worried for you." The words were spoken like a plea, but the stern gaze that at the same time looked so warm managed to convince the kid to nod dumbly and walked away with a small grin.

How did that Orange-eyed Pretty-boy know his favorite candy flavor? Without knowing it he certainly made sure if Lampo ever saw him again, he would remember him. Not to mention, the Pretty-boy didn´t even demand that Lampo would go with him in the exchange of the Candy! He was so lucky!

Watching how the kid skipped away happily, Giotto sighed. The touch of a hand on his shoulder made him snap his head back and then he noticed the forgotten man. He crouched down to his eye level and smiled.

"That was nice of you child. Very kind. Now, what´s your name?" The man asked sweetly as Giotto felt sweat drip down his forehead. This was not good. With a nervous smile, he stared at the man and tried to back away. Faster than he could get away, he was dragged into an Alleyway and then everything went black.

Last thing he heard were mutterings of "…get a good price.." and "…boss…reward…good catch!"

Time skip.

Slowly opening his eyes, Giotto looked up to see a boy looking at him with furrowed brows and a frown. His head resembled…a melon? Giotto kept staring at the boy who looked straight back. After a few minutes of silence the boy broke eye contact and moved back into a corner.

Giotto sat up, noticing now that they were in some sort of prison. He could see fresh snow falling, no wonder it was so cold in the cell. It was winter after all. Inwardly cussing himself for being so careless and hoping G. wasn´t freaking out right now, he stood up. There had to be some kind of way to escape.

Noticing the intensive gaze of the boy, who looked around 15 he looked over with a curious expression. The boys blank stare wouldn´t sway from him. It was starting to make Giotto a bit uncomfortable.

"…Is there something on my face?" Giotto asked awkwardly with a blank stare to match. The boy blinked a few times till he started chuckling. "Nufufufu-Hahahaha!" The boy laughed and Giotto was starting to feel a bit unnerved at the sound of the chuckling. It was a tad bit too creepy for his taste.

After a few minutes of chuckling from the boy and shouting from adults outside to shut the hell up the room fell silent. The boy was slightly panting, warm puffs of air could be seen. The shivering didn´t went unnoticed by Giotto who slowly made his way over to the other boy, who went from creepily amused too dangerous in seconds. Still, ignoring the way the boy started to growl slightly as he kept getting nearer, he sat down next to him, shoulders brushing against each other.

"…What are you doing?" The question sounded fragile to Giotto´s ears. He had seen the bruises and wounds the other boy had. So, this was probably some kind of black market to sell kids or something like that.

"I am keeping us warm." Giotto responded with a warm smile on his face, watching the other boy blink in surprise and shake his head. "How foolish of you, to just trust a stranger like that. Nufufu." The boy muttered his mood going back to amused. Such a strange child. Couldn´t the kid feel the dangerous aura around him?

Even the stupid adults knew he was dangerous and kept away.

Giotto tilted his head to the side, smile still in place. "What´s your name?" The other had a loyal aura around him, it reminded him slightly of G. Call him crazy but his Intuition told him it was a good thing to get kidnapped earlier. If not, he wouldn´t have met this Child.

The boy blinked again somewhat owlishly and grinned darkly.

"Daemon Spade. The origin of my first Name is of course, because of the many people I already killed." He purred out with a sadistic twinkle in his eyes which wasn´t missed by Giotto. He nodded as if that didn´t affect him and sighed. "It´s nice to meet you, Daemon. My name is Giotto." The Blonde answered politely.

"Soooo~. Want to see something cool?" Daemon asked with dark glee as he waited for Giotto´s seemingly permission. The tone of voice reminded Giotto of his earlier thought.

"Right, even if he´s probably older, he acts more like a child." It amused Giotto a bit if he was honest. Though he didn´t say anything about his apparent amusement. He had a feeling that the childish behavior was part of a mask of the other boy, but choose to not comment on it. He didn´t want to start an argument anyway. He nodded to give Daemon his approval.

"Nufufufu, just watch, I am sure you will find it horribly amusing." Daemon promised with a grin as he stood up, walked into the middle of the small room and clapped his hands. A smirk spread across his lips as blood seemed to drip down from the Celling, making it seem as if it was raining blood.

He spun around a few times, giggling as he watched the Blond freeze. So, his plan worked? He managed to scare the kid of? That would be perfect! This weak little thing would be fresh meat anyway. So, he kind of did him a favor.

"It´s kind of …endearing? …well, it would be if it wasn´t so creepy." Giotto mused as he watched Daemon swivel around, letting blood rain down on him with an insane grin on his lips as he giggled like a child on Christmas.

"Th-That´s…" Giotto began as he watched the blood fall onto the floor. He kind of felt surprised? Fascinated? He couldn´t quiet find the right word for it.

Though he was slightly worried that he found such a sight mesmerizing, well… he had Orange eyes, who was he to judge? It wasn´t like the blood that started raining was from people…so, why not let the boy have his fun?

Daemon seemed to like the reaction he got as he hummed. "…Horrifying? Disgusting? Terrifying? Freakish?" He suggested darkly with a pleased smile. Now, it was kind of unusual that the Kid wasn´t screaming already, but maybe it was because of the shock? Wouldn´t be the first time he made someone mute or speechless, until they started cowering at the dark pressure in the room.

"…Amazing…" Giotto breathed out as he moved a hand out to touch the blood on the ground. His fingers gracing it, but when he pulled back. He found no blood on his fingertips. He titled his head to the side in confusion, trying to figure out what was going on.

"So, my Intuition had been right once again. The blood isn´t even real." Giotto thought calmly.

As soon as the word left the Blonde´s lips, Daemon froze in shock, staring at Giotto like he was the insane one who danced in blood.

How was that possible?! Amazing?! Was this kid crazy? How could he be so calm as to say something like this, this hellish view was amazing?!

"…Are you retarded?" Daemon asked slowly as the blood stopped. He spoke slow as if he was talking to a really stupid child. That had to be the reason as to why the weak looking blond could say something like that. Daemon was fairly sure that the other wouldn´t enjoy such a sight if there were people who were harmed with that trick he just pulled.

Giotto blinked at the question and then pouted. "Why does everybody say that?!" He almost whined out. With puffed out cheeks he tried to glare at Daemon who just blinked.

"Oya? I am not the first one to notice?" Daemon inquired with a raised eyebrow as he moved back and sat down on the floor, running a hand through his hair. He seemed a bit tired. No wonder with how thin he was or the bags under his eyes.

"No, my Friend G. makes comments like that every other day. It´s kind of insulting. I am not stupid." Giotto sighed as he looked out of their cell, trying to find anything that could help them in this situation.

Daemon just smirked. "Well, maybe stupid isn´t the perfect word for it. How about not mentally right in the head? Or I could call you Blondie that would fill the purpose quiet well." He suggested innocently as he watched the amusing Blond. He liked him more than the kids before. At least the Blond had some spunk in him.

"I am the Insane one? Making an Illusion to make it seem like you´re dancing in blood is not normal for your information." Giotto retorted dryly as he masked his disappointment. He hadn´t seen anything useful for them. Not that he felt any panic or something like that. He would handle this situation calmly. There was still hope.

Daemon perked up, interested in the topic. "Oya? How did you know it was an Illusion? It could have been real." He tried to get information out of it. Now, this made him curious. Before the others always tried to get away from him as fast as possible while trying to smear the blood of their hands onto their clothes. So, why was this child different?

Giotto shook his head and held up his hand. "There is no blood here. It didn´t even feel like it. Honestly I have no idea how you did it but it was kind of impressive." He drawled out as he sat up straighter hearing voices coming near. His intuition going off.

Daemon seemed to hear it too, considering that he glared for a short second at the bars. His eyes flashing in pure hatred. Giotto had an uneasy feeling where this was going.

Two men walked in, opening the prison cell. They were both tall, one had black hair and the other brown. They sneered at them in an ugly fashion.

"Demon-child it´s your lucky day, we have new visitors, you can go in with your friend, maybe if you behave you will finally find a home with one of these men!" One of them spat as he glared at Daemon, who just smiled at them. The other man snorted.

"Like someone wants to adopt something like that." He commented flinching a bit as Daemon´s smile turned more sharp his eyes burning at them. "Nufufu, thanks for the compliment." Daemon muttered trying to sound cheerful. The men just glared at him with hate filled eyes and disgust.

Giotto felt dread fill him at the conversation. His eyes widening in realization. "If they can´t keep us under control, then we won´t have to be showed off." Now, Giotto was no fool, he knew it could lead to punishment, but this would be his only chance.

So, quietly standing up while Daemon and the other two men were insulting each other, he lunged at the first one who had opened the cell. Biting, crawling or just punching. He tried to do as much damage as he could.

He felt himself getting ripped of the other man as he was pushed onto the ground. Hissing sounds and growling could be heard as he saw Daemon making another Illusion, this time of a sharp weapon, trying to stab the other man.

But more men came in, some form of alarm going off and Giotto felt himself get dragged of by his hair as he struggled. He heard Daemon cussing behind him. With a throw the two found themselves in some kind of backyard, where everything was covered in snow.

They heard a door slam shut.

Daemon, who recognized the place seemed annoyed and pleased at the same time. He stood up brushing of the snow and walked over to the Blond, who rubbed his stinging scalp.

"Who knew you could be so naughty? Making such a scene. Nufufu." The comment was mocking no teasing would be the better word as Giotto stood up. He looked around and saw thick walls surrounding them. They wouldn´t be able to climb them.

"Wh-Where are we?" It was cold and Giotto was sure that this was some kind of punishment for sure. Letting the misbehaving children freeze outside would be a good lesson.

"We are at the backyard prison. We have one hour before they come back, now if you excuse me, I have to continue digging my way out." Daemon spoke up as he walked over to one of the corners of the wall and started digging through the snow with his bare hands. Not minding the cold numbing his fingers.

He was rarely let out. He had to take this chance. Daemon wasn´t dumb, he knew why he got almost no food, more punishment than others. They wanted him weak so he couldn´t try out his tricks on them and escape, but thanks to Blondie he was out here now. He couldn´t use his Illusion right now, because he would surely faint if he used them for too long, but he had to try to escape. If only it made him keep his sanity.

Giotto watched him with almost a pitying gaze. How long had that child been here? It was a miracle that he was still alive if the rips Giotto could count through Daemon´s thin shirt were anything. Not to mention the shaking.

After half an hour passing by Giotto couldn´t just watch. The trembling got worse and he already saw the blood on Daemon´s blue fingers. It was impressive that such a weakened child could go on for such long, but it was time to step in.

He walked forward gently pushing Daemon aside ignoring the dark glare that was sent his way. He started digging with new determination as he saw the almost hopeless look on the face of his company.

"Nufufu, I don´t need your help! I don´t need you to dirty your hands for me. So, just wait patiently for them to come back, it´s not like we have enough time to finish digging through the rest of the snow." Daemon hissed at him with a scowl. He wouldn´t rely on anyone! It always ended with him in pain! It was just like back then with his parents!

"I don´t mind dirtying my hands if it´s for a friend, now, don´t say that! I promise you I will give you my best! I will do it with my dying will!" Giotto retorted with gleaming Orange eyes as he turned his full attention back to the hole they were currently in. Daemon was fast in the last half hour but it would obviously not be enough.

Daemon almost chocked on air at the word "Friend". Why was this stranger calling him that? Hell they just knew each other for two hours top! Why would anyone help him?! He was a freak from the pits of hell!

Giotto felt his fingers warm as he continued his digging with determination. "Just a bit longer. For a little while longer than we will be free again…" Giotto thought as he panted. It was exhausting. They had little time left now. So, with an important goal on his mind, he fiercely began digging.

"Y-Your hands!" Daemon stuttered and that was a first. He was Daemon Spade, he didn´t stutter, but he couldn´t believe what he saw. Glowing Orange eyes and the Kid´s hand seemed like they were on fire! They were glowing a soft Amber and it was…breathtaking.

Never had he seen something so bright. His Illusions were always dark and cold. Much like himself. But as he looked at the slightly bleeding hands inside the flames that looked like they had little burns all over, he felt something he hadn´t felt in a long time…

He Daemon Spade, the sick, twisted hell child felt hope. Like he could finally leave this hellhole and find something important. Like the world wasn´t a horrible place if there was something like the blond and his comforting fire there. Something that mattered to him.

Giotto hadn´t made one move or gave him anything that showed that he heard him at all. In fact, he didn´t seem to even notice as he kept on digging and that´s when Daemon noticed. They would be free in a few minutes.

His heart was beating wildly as he heard the crunching sound of fingers digging snow away and it felt like his heart stopped when he finally, finally saw the other side. Outside of the prison that had been his home for the longest time.

The two of them slowly crawled out of the hole they made and breathed sighs of relief.

"Hah…Nufufufu-HAHAHA…" Daemon laughed, he had no idea why he did it. It wasn't like the other times where he did it to unnerve others or trying to appear darker, to seem twisted. He just felt so light, like he was floating.

Unknown to him a true smile spread across his lips. He hadn´t known the last time he did something like that. Couldn´t remember, but it felt unbelievable good.

"H-Hurry…" Giotto panted as he tried to stand up on shaking legs, grabbing the wrist of the boy who currently sat on the ground, out in the cold.

"This is bad…" He thought as he watched the other boy blink at him in surprise. Giotto tugged more forcefully now, making the boy yell in surprise as he was dragged up to stand.

"Who knew such a seemingly small Child could be this strong?" Daemon found it hard to believe that such a weak and exhausted looking kid, who was shorter than him by a whole head if not more, it was hard to tell with the hair and all, could have enough strength left to drag him.

"Get moving!" Giotto hissed as he began to run, or more like hastily stumble into a forest. He had heard about it from G. who forbid him from getting near it saying if he even caught him looking at it with his stupid curious kitten look, he would make Giotto a head shorter than he already is.

At first, he had sulked for a bit, he had a feeling there was something behind it that could be important, but dangerous so he was careful. G. may be a worry wart no matter how hard he tried to hide it, but there was truth to it every time when he stated he should be careful.

"How do you even know we are going the right way?" Daemon questioned with narrowed eyes as he picked up his pace. He understood that they had to get away as fast as possible, they would be searching for them any minute now.

The forest was an easy place to get lost in. With all the bushes and trees everywhere. It looked all the same to him.

"I just know!" Giotto answered confidently, feeling weaker as minutes passed by. His chest was pounding as he felt warning bells inside his head that told him to better be faster or get caught again, while his other feeling told him where to go.

Daemon seemed skeptical but accepted the answer for now. They were both tried and injured. Interrogation could wait for a bit. It´s not like the Blond was in any condition to run away from him.

There was no way he would let such an interesting new toy walk away from him. Tough he had a feeling that wouldn´t happen in a million years.

It was a long and hard journey, but when they made it out of the forest and saw the big village far away, they sighed in relief. They had made it.

"How did you know the way here-Oi!" Damon inquired only for his eyes to widen as the Blond swayed and fell forward, falling to the ground with a thud. Panic surged through him as he began to shake the blond on the ground.

"Oi! Don´t you dare leave me alone now! Take responsibility for these feelings I didn´t have before! Giotto! Tch-!" Daemon growled out, his eyes clouded with anger, which seemed to be the only emotion he gave off, when one looked at the scowl on his face, but there was unmistaken concern beneath it all.

"God damn it!" He cussed in his mind, as he felt the panic he just had begun to spread through him. He shouldn´t care, he wasn´t in the Blond´s debt, so why should he worry about him? It made no sense!

He felt things he had felt before.

Frustration, anger, resentment and so on. Only this time…he hadn´t felt them from pure hate. The difference, though he wouldn´t admit it to any one, was that he felt frustrated that he couldn´t help the boy on the ground. He felt angry at the boy for not saying anything, if he truly felt that bad and for being so weak, "Liar, he got you out didn´t he?" and the resentment for himself for not being strong enough.

The problem was he couldn´t move. He wouldn´t make it to the city alone let alone with Giotto.

He sighed and tried to calm down. Getting upset wouldn´t change anything. He found that out long ago.

"Oya, so I was right with you being insane. To help me instead of caring for your own health. Stupid child." Daemon scolded half-heartedly as he took one of the bloody and burnt hands into his own. The contact and the hand felt strangely warm to him and although he knew it was cold, it didn´t matter at the moment.

He swore that he hadn´t imaged the small smile that spread across the Blond´s face and the small, barely there peace he had felt inside himself. He tugged the blond to his side, so they could share body heat, of course only to survive.

"Though he is pleasantly warm." He thought as he let out a content sigh.

Well, let´s just hope that nobody tried to attack them. It wouldn´t end well for them. Daemon felt strangely protective of his new toy.