Disclaimer: I don't own Sekaiichi Hatsukoi (or Harry Potter, I guess) because SQUEEEE!

The day was perfect, not too sunny with just the right amount of wind; it was the middle of spring. Birds chirped. Children laughed and played. In a well-known park somewhere on the outskirts of downtown Tokyo, a little boy by the name of Ritsu Onodera flew a red kite. His stubbly legs ran him around the grassy areas of the park, around other children and supervising parents. His own watched on fondly, smiling and shaking their heads at his playful antics.

Giggling, Ritsu watched on as his kite flew merrily in the breeze, chasing the clouds and making its home in the blue sky. His green trainers pounded on the grass, his brown hair fluttering about in the wind. The string he held so tightly in his hands rubbed up against the soft skin of his palms, but he didn't care. He was having too much fun at this moment. All of a sudden, he tripped over a crack in the asphalt, letting go of his kite. He scraped his knees, making the skin there red with irritation.

He couldn't cry, though. He was too old to cry over something like this. Tears stinging the corners of his eyes, he stood up and wiped the dirt off his knees, wincing when he touched the sensitive red skin there. He looked up and around. His kite was nowhere to be found. Eyes widening in panic, he ran around, trying to find that red kite he loved so much. He gasped, grinning when he found it; it was stuck in the lower branches of a tree, right next to someone sitting on a bench, face buried in a book.

Ritsu hurried over, ignoring the other person. He needed to get his kite. Standing on the old roots of the tree, he reached up for the string, his short fingers struggling to grasp the thin string. He was too short. He whined, pouting.

Another hand came into his vision, handing him the string. Ritsu gasped in surprise, turning to thank the person who helped him. It was that person who was reading the book earlier, now tucked under his arm. He seemed to be only a year or so older than Ritsu's six years, with dark hair and amber eyes that stared at him intensely.

"Here you go," the boy said, placing the kite string into Ritsu's hand. His hand was warm…

Ritsu beamed, his white teeth showing, cheeks pink with joy. "Thank you for getting my kite!"

The boy shrugged and started heading back to his bench.

"Wait!" Ritsu called, stumbling after him. "What's your name?" For some reason, he didn't want to leave this boy alone just yet.

Turning around, the boy sighed, like answering questions had become troublesome. "Why do you want to know?"

Ritsu suddenly felt a bit embarrassed. He held his hands behind his back, kicking at a pebble. "I thought you looked lonely, so maybe you could play with me. Please?" Ritsu knew saying "please" was polite; his mommy had taught him that.

The boy thought a moment. "Only if you tell me your name first."

Cheerful once more, Ritsu nodded vigorously. "Okay! My name is Ritsu! But An-chan calls me Ricchan, so you can call me that too if you want!"

The boy smothered a smile at this younger's cuteness. "Hi there, Ritsu. My name is Masamune."

"M-masa…wahh! That's such a long name!" Ritsu whined. He thought for a second. "Can I call you Moony?"

"Moony?" Masamune laughed behind his hand. "Why?"

"It's easier!" Ritsu pouted. "Now c'mon, let's go play!" He grabbed onto Masamune's wrist, pulling the older boy along.

Masamune hid a secret smile.

"Okay, so!" Ritsu announced, smiling widely as stood in front of the wheel on the pirate ship. "I'm the Captain of this ship and you're a cabin boy. Ahoy maties!" He spun the playground wheel around, pretending he was maneuvering his ship through turbulent seas.

Confused, Masamune tilted his head. "What's the point of this? It's not real."

Ritsu gasped dramatically and hobbled over to Masamune, covering his mouth with a small hand. "Don't say that, Moony! Anything is real with imagi...imeg—"

"Imagination?"

"Yeah, that's it!" Ritsu smiled again, feeling pleased and removing his hand. "If you have that, you can be anything you want."

Masamune was silent for a minute. "Could I be a prince?"

Ritsu gaped and immediately bowed low to the ground. "Of course, Your Highness."

Smiling slyly, Masamune held an invisible scepter and tapped it on each of Ritsu's shoulders. "Alright then. Now you're my knight. Protect me, knight!"

"Yes, Your Highness!" Raising his invisible sword, Ritsu yelled, pretending there were enemies right outside the borders of the playground as he slashed and hacked away at them. Masamune shouted along with him in encouragement.

"Sir Ritsu!" Masamune sounded like he was choking.

Ritsu swiveled around, seeing his Prince on the ground and pretending he was dying. He hurried over to Masamune swiftly and dropped down next to him. "Your Highness! Are you okay?"

"N-no...I don't believe I'll make it…"

"There must be some way to help!" Ritsu was distressed.

Masamune actually had to think about that for a bit. He'd heard of fairytales in which the prince revived the princess by giving her a kiss, but Ritsu wasn't the prince; he was. So that wouldn't work. Inwardly, he shrugged. Anything had to work at this point. "Only…only a kiss can save me now…"

"A…k-kiss?!" Inexplicably, Ritsu found himself blushing. Only his parents did that, and very rarely in front of him, and they were a boy and a girl. He and Masamune were both boys. Was that normal?

"Y-yes…" Masamune tried to make it seem he was about to take his last breath, and he reached out a cleverly-trembling hand. "H-hurry…"

Ritsu knew what to do instantly. He leaned over Masamune and pressed a quick kiss to his lips, jerking up suddenly when he felt his face warm. "T-there, Your Highness!" He regained his senses quickly. "You are saved!" Ritsu stood up and thrust his invisible sword in the air, shouting happily. "I saved you!"

Masamune stood up as well and smiled at Ritsu, even going so far as to bow. "Thank you, Sir Ritsu. You've saved my life and done a great deed for your kingdom." He'd read a line like this in one of his books at home, so it seemed to sound right.

Radiating pride, Ritsu giggled to himself at Masamune's bowing. "Your Highness, you're not supposed to bow to me! I do that to you!"

"Ah, but good knight, what sort of reward should I give you then?"

Ritsu paused. What could Moony give him? Oh! "A promise, Your Highness."

"What sort of promise?"

"A…a promise to always be friends!" Ritsu nodded decisively, crossing his arms.

Raising an eyebrow, Masamune stood up straight. "How can you make that kind of promise? We might even forget each other tomorrow."

"No!" Once Ritsu had set his mind to something, he never gave it up. "We won't be like that! We'll always be friends, promise!" In truth, he didn't want to leave his new playmate yet, someone who seemed so smart and mature yet who could have fun at the same time. It made his head hurt just thinking about it.

"Alright, alright. Promise."

"Pinky promise," Ritsu insisted, holding his smallest finger out.

Masamune smiled strangely, but he shook Ritsu's pinky anyways. "Pinky promise."

"Yay! Now we'll be friends forever!"

Masamune only shook his head and smiled, not knowing how accurate—or inaccurate, rather—Ritsu's statement would be in years to come.

A/N: News flash—I might continue this again. *gasps*

-ChemicallyEnhanced