A/N: Hey guys! Yet another stupid fanfic here. ;p I watched the anime (and read the manga) and fell in love, so here's this! Hope you guys like it. :3 There might be swearing, or I might cut it out, still deciding lol. I can never create something quite as good as ONE did, but I'll try my hardest. The story of MP100 is really different from other things I've seen, and pretty hard to follow. I'll try my best to respect the original content here while adding my own thing. Could be hard... aside from that, feel free to follow me on my deviantART, iHateFridays, or Tumblr, fridayhater, for some art for this story. Okay bye lol

The wind was howling, while a light drizzle of rain splattered against the pavements. The streets were dark, cold, and missing the buzz and life of a crowd. Only a single young girl was outside, her messy, red hair whipping against her cold, tear-soaked cheeks. Her gray, oversized shirt was flapping in the wind like a flag. She had nothing on her, no money, no food. Nothing except a small ukulele. The only thing she had from her family. She didn't know anything else about them.

The girl was running. She had no track of where she was, and she didn't care. She just wanted to escape. She didn't even look back.

Yet, she was getting tired. How much further could she run? She was so young, so fragile…

"Hey, you!"

The girl jumped at the voice, and then kept running. There wasn't anyone she could trust here. No one but herself.

"Where do you think you're going?" a rough voice snapped. A tall figure stepped in front of the girl; it belonged to a teenage boy. But he didn't look friendly.

"What's a kid like you doing out all by yourself?" he asked, with a condescending tone.

The girl didn't reply. She was too scared.

"You shouldn't be out here," the boy said. He smiled, but it was a sick smile. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you."

The girl saw the signs and stood up, backing away. The boy grunted and charged towards her, holding out his meaty fists. The girl, clenching onto her ukulele, ran back, only to crash into a wall.

The teenager kept that grin on his face. "Nowhere for you to run." He began walking towards her. "Now, kid-"

"Excuse me."

Both the girl and the teenager looked up. A boy, around the girl's age, was standing there. The rain, for some reason, wasn't hitting him; instead, it parted around him like the Red Sea. He had a bowl-style haircut and a blank slate.

"Another kid, huh?" the teen laughed. "Whaddya want, punk?"

"You shouldn't hurt t-that girl," the young boy said, trembling despite the rain not hitting him. "It's not nice to attack girls."

The teenager just laughed. "Oh, no, I'm terrified!" He put his palm in his fist. "I'll show you what happens to kids who interrupt me!"

The little boy held up his hands in fright. "Wait, don't-"

A burst of energy suddenly erupted from the boy. It exploded towards the teenager, sending him flying into a building. The crash could be heard from a mile away.

"Oh no," the young boy fretted. "I-I didn't mean to…"

"That was so cool!" the girl said, looking at him. "You saved me!"

"I, uh," the boy looked embarrassed. "Um, I guess I did. I didn't want to hurt him, though."

"You have powers," the girl said, eyes shining. "So cool."

"Not really…" the boy frowned. "I can't control them…"

"You can learn," the girl insisted. She stood up. "We should get out of here before he gets up. I don't want him to break Kumo."

"Kumo?" the boy asked.

"My ukulele." the girl said. She and the boy ran away, the boy using his powers to stop them getting covered in rain.

"So," the girl said, after a while. "What's your name?"

"Shigeo Kageyama," the boy said. "B-but my friends call me Mob."

"I'm Arashi," the girl said. She frowned. "I don't remember my last name."

"Arashi…" Mob said. "Do you have… somewhere to go?"

"Not really," Arashi shrugged. "I don't remember my family."

"Oh," Mob said, staring at his hands. "Do… do you want to… come with me?"

Arashi brightened up. "R-really?"

Mob nodded.

"Okay, Shigeo," Arashi said. "I'll come with you."