Happy New Year people who happen to pass by and read this!
New years resso anyone?

I'm just gonna start a fanfiction career. :D

This is my first fanfiction, so enjoy!

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Chapter 1: Just passing by

It was on a particular Friday afternoon and everything was its usual. Teens hanging out with their friends after a tiresome day at school, workers off to their homes to sleep or going out as the weekend started…

And Yata Misaki, who was on his afternoon patrol, weaving effortlessly on his skateboard around people without disturbing their pace.

It was just another Friday afternoon, where he would finish at about five to return back to base for an evening meal, maybe even dessert if the bartender, Kusangi Izumo, was in a good mood.

He'd then retire on the couch of his clan's base and sleep till noon if he'd decided to stay up till dawn the night before playing cards that would surely turn into a brawl of whom the winner was, and if the winner had cheated.

But somehow, a small event –an encounter– seemed to disturb every following daily routine.

Yata had been slowly making his way back to the base when a hooded figure passed him in a hurry. He turned to see the familiar features of a scooter and the owner that would be thought as an expert rider at a first glance.

He watched as the scooter made a sharp right turn into a small gap in between buildings when he heard shouting.

"Dammit, that kid! He's fast!" A well-built, but slow man in a suit and sunnies bellowed.

"Hurry up so we can beat the crap outta him!" The man's companion, also in a suit, snarled as he past his co-worker with ease. From the sound of their panting, it seemed they had been chasing the kid for quite some time.

The auburn-haired teen suddenly became interested in the current events and decided to stir things up a bit. With his foot, he slid his skateboard right in the path of the running men's feet, tripping them over.

Yata left as soon as possible, whistling to himself casually with his hands in his pockets back on his board as he continued his path back to his original destination.

Shouts of the two men sounded clearly frustrated as they blamed any passers for tripping them over that caused them to lose their target.

He smirked, turning a corner.

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Yata wasn't sure of it himself or not, but it seemed that, after meeting… No rather, just passing by each other, he kept on seeing the scooter kid and the men in black, but the men were different each time he saw them. It was like that for a week, day after day.

Was it that they only began chasing the poor kid? Or was it that the boy had always been chased, but he never noticed till now?

It was another Friday afternoon, where he would return to base at five and so on… But it was different this time, even more unusual than when he first took noticed of the chased youth.

On his route back to the Homra bar, it was the same kid that rushed past him, and the same men in black as the first day that hunted the kid tirelessly. This time they had guns with them, something that made Yata feel uneasy just looking at it.

The well-built man stopped and aimed his gun at the scooter and pulled the trigger. The bullet struck front wheel of the scooter as the kid had begun to make a turn and knocked it out of place, sending the rider flying and into a roll. As soon as he stopped, the kid struggled to push him self up, but failed to and lay still.

"Hah! Got 'im!" The shooter triumphed, followed by his partner screaming, "Hurry and restrain him before he gets away!"

"So annoying," he mumbled under his breath as his fixed frown creased further.

He launched himself, flipping up his board along the way and swinging it into face of the large man, smashing his sunglasses and what most likely would be his nose as well.

Without losing momentum from the swing, Yata continued and the board's wheels collided with the second man's mouth. The satisfying crunch of breaking teeth assured him enough stall time.

The teen rolled rapidly to the limp body of the scooter and pulled the surprisingly slender arm over his shoulder and lifted the rest of the kid's body, wrapping his spare arm around the slim waist.

As he was about to roll away, the kid's urgent voice spoke into his ear.

"The scooter." He turned and stared at said scooter, now in two pieces. He hesitated a bit before skating to the scooter parts; swiftly sweeping them up and immediately left the site, occasionally adjusting his grasp on the kids.

Yata turned into an alleyway before the men he'd just beaten up could see where he went. He pressed himself as close to the wall with the scooter kid in between. Cautiously, he followed the movements of the two men as they past. He stayed unmoving until he was sure they were far from gone.

"Uh… um…" The teen looked down, seeing as he was probably too close for comfort he backed away.

"Ah, sorry," he apologised, flipping his skateboard up into his hand.

"No… Thank you…" Yata was shocked from the reply, but this was unusual, as it was the first time—or so—he saved someone.

Having a closer look now, the kid was younger than him… And somehow, he looked like one of those bishounens, beautiful boys.

He noticed a steam of blood running down the left leg of the younger teen, but before he could say anything, the younger boy began walking away with the parts of his scooter when he was stopped by the older teen.

"You're hurt," he stated, walking to the boy to have a closer look at the injury.

"I'm fine. It's just a graze." The boy continued walking after turning away. It was obvious that it caused some pain as he was favouring his other leg.

Annoyed with the other party, Yata took the scooter out of the younger teen's hand, holding his own board in the other.

"You're following me. We're gonna get that patched up whether you like it or not." He walked on ahead, leading. The young teen gaped, almost in admiration.

Yata stopped and turned to see the kid not following.

"Hey, hurry up or you'll be left behind." The younger teen smiled, following obediently.

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Enjoy it? I'm gonna mess with Yata-chan sooo much. :3

Proper reviews and criticisms are appreciated so I can make reading something more enjoyable.

Next chapter, I need ideas on Homra's character's weaknesses. If I don't agree to them, of course I'll have to make them up. Please make sure they're not too OOC.
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