He was starting to run out of breath as he jumped over another fence. Damn. This guy was keeping him on his toes. He ran along some wet grass before catching that flash of red bolting off to the left again. He smiled as he ran in that direction. Soon he would run into a dead end. He cursed his hooker boots as he ran through a patch of mud. He'd have to clean those later. He cursed as he scraped his arm against the wall. He would deal with that later too. A rat ran into hiding as he ran past another garbage bin. He spun around the next corner and sped up. Not seeing the guy only a few feet ahead of him at this time, he ran right into him. His world went black for a moment. Colour began spinning in his head. What the hell happened? He opened his eyes and pulled his hand, trying to bring it close to his chest. It felt like he broke his wrist.

He groaned as he pulled it out from under something heavy. Definitely broken. He managed to get up and look around. The first thing his eyes fell upon was the red haired boy in front of him. The kid was sprawled out on the ground. After staring for a few moments he smiled. The kid didn't look like much. Yet he managed to evade him for over an hour. He flipped his hand checking his watch. Pain tore through his arm. Make that two hours. He looked at the red heads outfit for a while. He wore funny goggles, and had somewhat decent taste in clothes. He reached forward to remove the goggles from the boys eyes. A knife slashed up and caught his cheek, tearing a straight line from the bottom left of his chin straight up to eyebrow on the same side. He barely moved backwards before the kid dropped the knife and tried to get up to run. When he realized the person was still sitting there with a shocked look on his face he stopped.

He started laughing. He saw the red head stop and look at him. He could feel the blood welling up on his face. He whipped it away with his injured hand and laughed. This kid was good. Looked like nothing more than a stray but damn. He really gave him a run for his money. After laughing for a while he remembered why he was there. "Matt I'm assuming?" The redhead stopped dead, mouth dropping open. "So you're the missing number eight." The guy pulled his gun from his holster and aimed it at Matt. A small red dot lit up the area where his heart should be. Matt didn't even flinch. His eyes gave nothing away hidden behind those goggles. He smiled, lowering the gun as blood ran over his eye. This cut was going to be more trouble than he thought. He whipped at it with his hand holstering his gun again.

"Your not going to kill me?" Matt's voice was wavering. He was scared after all. "Nah. I like you kid, you got guts. You gave me a run for my money. Go on, get out of here. I had fun, your worth it." Matt stood there frozen. "Go on, get out of here before I change my mind." The boy turned towards the sound of sirens. Without a moment of hesitation he walked towards the guy that had been following him and slung his arm around his back, lifting him off the ground. "If you hadn't thrown your hand under my head I'd be dead right now. Brain trauma at the very least." He was still laughing as the kid dragged him along the road, and into an old run down building. He didn't stop laughing until he passed out. He hadn't run like that for a long time.

When he woke up, the boy was still there. "Didn't I tell you to leave?" The boy nodded. "Yes, but you didn't say when." He smiled as the kid spoke. "You really are something." He sat up and ran his fingers over a bandage over the left side of his face. He tore it off quickly. "Damn thing is messing up my hair." He tossed it to the side and ran a hand through his hair. He pulled a chocolate bad from his pocket and unwrapped it. He looked at the kid and broke it in half. After a little more thought he tossed it at him. The kid jumped back but caught it easily with one hand. "What's this for?" The guy just shrugged. "You amuse me." With a smile he bit into the chocolate.

Chapter 2.

Matt couldn't help but look around at the amazing view as they drove along the road. "I really should drive." He sounded worried. "Why? Don't think I've driven with only one good eye before? Kid there's no more blood I'm fine." A small frightened chuckle. "I meant cuz your wrist is busted." A small smile. "Aren't you too young to drive?" He still didn't understand himself why he was bringing this kid home. "Nope, I got my license two years ago." He smiled a little more as the drove onto the long path leading to a lovely house. It looked like a small mansion. "This is where you live?" He nodded. "This is your new home." Matt nearly jumped at that. "I get to live here?" Damn this kid was amusing. "Ah man being a servant to you will be way more fun!" The car stopped suddenly, throwing him forward. "Your not my servant. That's not why I am bringing you here. I Don't want you touching my things, or trying to clean anything. You will have your own room and that is all." He looked cross. Matt just blinked. "Oh. So you didn't bring me here to serve you?" A sigh. "No." Matt smiled. "So this is really going to be a home?" The guy turned his head towards him. "Yes." Matt pouted. "Why do you always give such simple answers?"

Another sigh as he started the car moving again. As much as this kid amused him, he didn't seem all that bright. He ran his injured hand over his face. The damned kid left a mark on his face. He thought about it for a moment and wondered if it would scar over. For once he wasn't worried about getting a scar. That worried him in and of itself. As they pulled into the garage of the house the lights clicked on. He smiled and whistled. A small puppy came running through a small hole in the door that connected the garage to the house. It jumped in the car, stepping on Matt. It practically flew into the guys arms. "Hello Baby boy. How bout a chocolate bar hmm?" The dog licked him and bolted off again. "The dog is annoying. You can have him if you want." Matt jumped up undoing his seatbelt. "Really? I get a puppy too!"

The kid looked so happy it nearly hurt. "Yes, long as you take care of it. It's already house trained." Just as he finished his sentence the dog came bolting back in the window, using Matt's head as a trampoline to get to the guy. It dropped an unwrapped chocolate bar on his lap and ran in small circles. "Good boy. Now I want you to meet your new master. His name is Matt." The dog leapt onto Matt and licked at his face. Slobbering all over the goggles as Matt picked it up and tried to get out of the car when the guy did. "He's a really happy puppy!" Matt rubbed at his goggles trying to clean them. They walked into the living room and the guy kicked off his boots. Staring and the mud covered buckles. With a sigh he tossed them to one side. "Seems I come home with stray's far too often." Matt smiled. "I'm not a stray. Just not tagged yet." The guy smiled but shook his head. He leaned back on the couch spreading his arms wide.

He kicked his socked feet up onto the table in front of him and closed his eyes. Matt walked away quietly and searched the house for a while. As he rested his hand on one door the guy came out of no where. "That's my room. You don't ever go in there." Matt nodded and pranced away easily. He couldn't help but stare at the kids body as he did so. Nice ass. He shook his head and walked into his room closing the door behind him. He checked to see that everything was in its place. Once he was content that nothing had been moved he walked to the bathroom closest to him and turned the hot water on in the shower. He had a set of clothes neatly folded on the toilet seat. Fresh towels resting on the towel rack. They were folded neatly in three. Matt came in as he took his shirt off.