True Tears

A RyugaxGinga Story. Don't like, then don't read! ENJOY!

The following chapter contains: soft yaoi, fluff, and shota

Koma Village, home to where beyblade first began and the birthplace of Pegasis. Young bladers are born here and are raised to create a brighter future for the next generation.

One of those bladers is Ginga Hagane, son of Ryo Hagane. His father is the current holder of the legendary bey, Pegasis. But some day Ginga will be next in line for that honor.

But not all was well in Koma Village. There was a rumor about a thief there stealing food and goods from the people there. But that didn't stop kids like Ginga from coming outside to play.

Ginga was only three years-old, along with his four year old friend Hyoma.

Ginga had big red flaming hair. He wore a white T-shirt and blue shorts.

"Gooo, Practice Pegasis!" Ginga and Hyoma were having a battle outside of the village. Ginga was using his wooden bey Practice Pegasis (also known as Storm Leone).

Hyoma smiled, "You never learn, GO show him Ares!" Hyoma's bey was a Rock Ares. Unlike Ginga's, Hyoma's first beyblade was metal.

"I won't lose to you this time!" Ginga's bey kept spinning in circles. Ginga still hadn't thought of any special moves for it yet.

Rock Ares crashed into it and sent the wooden bey flying way past them.

The little redhead panicked, "Whaaaaa?!"

"Hmph," Hyoma caught his Ares, "you really need to practice more Gingky. How do you expect to beat me if you don't train harder?"

"Yeah but you didn't have to send my bey flying!" Ginga pouted and held back his tears. He never once beat Hyoma at beyblade and it frustrated him greatly.

Hyoma tried to comfort him, "Sorry, I'll go help you look for it."

"No!" he turned around in a huff, "I'll go get it myself." He walked off.

Hyoma called out, "Gingky, you're going the wrong way. It landed in the woods."

Ginga froze and his cheeks turned scarlet red. He slowly turned back around and went to the direction Hyoma pointed at, "I knew that.."

Hyoma chuckled to himself and decided to wait until Ginga returned.

Meanwhile, the little redhead looked around for his Practice Pegasis in Bey Forest. He sadly kicked a rock into a bush.

"I'll make sure I beat Hyoma next time." He began moving his head around in search of his bey, "I know it landed somewhere over here. I can feel it."

He stopped walking when he noticed some small tracks on the dirt path.

"Bey markings! I knew it was close by!" Ginga ran up ahead until he spotted his wooden bey, "Practice Pega-!"

"Get him boys! Don't let him get away!" said a group of men in the distance.

Suddenly there was a rush of small footsteps headed in Ginga's direction. The little redhead froze when a mysterious boy emerged from some bushes.

"Hm?" he was running for his life and accidently crashed into Ginga, "WAH!" the redhead yelped.

Ginga fell flat on his butt while the other boy remained standing. The boy froze and stared at Ginga for a while.

The little redhead rubbed his sore bottom, "Owwy..that hurt. Huh?" his golden eyes met the eyes of the boy he bumped into.

The mysterious boy before him wore an old orange tank top, dark brown shorts just above his knees, and he was bare footed.

Ginga noticed the mysterious boy had weird features. His hair was an icy white blue with a patch of red hair on the left, his skin was so tan, and his yellow eyes glared like a dragon.

The mysterious boy was covered in scratches and seemed to be holding a paper bag in his arms.

Ginga was amazed by him, "Um h-hi.."

Before he could finish, the boy dashed off and jumped into the trees.

Just then, some Koma men showed up. They had pitchforks and balled fists. They noticed Ginga and asked him, "Ah, there you are Ginga. Say, have you seen anyone recently?"

"Hm?"

"Y'know, a boy with a strange skin color." They tried to describe the boy from earlier the best that they could.

Ginga noticed if he told them then the mysterious boy might get hurt, "Uuum..no." he shook his head.

The man sighed, "Urrrgh, darn it! The thief got away boys. Back to the village." They all headed back all depressed.

The thief had struck at Koma Village yet again.

Ginga stood up and dusted himself off, "That was weird.." he noticed his wooden bey and picked it up. He put it in his pocket and turned around to go back home.

But something orange caught his eye on the ground. A carrot.

Ginga picked it up, "Hm? This looks like one of carrots the market man sells. How'd it get out here?" he dusted the carrot off.

Just then a few leaves fell from a tree. Ginga noticed this and turned around towards the trees he saw the mysterious boy disappear into.

He held up the carrot to the tree, "Uum..M-Mr. Thief? Did you drop this? Y-You can have it back, here." Ginga took a step closer to the tree.

The second he did that a razor sharp knife was thrown at him. It made a small cut on Ginga's cheek causing him to fall backwards on his butt again.

In a very quick motion the mysterious boy jumped down from the tree and snatched the carrot and his knife back.

It all happened so fast that Ginga didn't even have time to see his face.

The little redhead just sat there in awe, "Whoa.." he couldn't help but smile, "So cool!" He planned on telling Hyoma about this, so he got off and began running back to Koma Village.

Once he got there, Hyoma was standing in the same place he had left.

"Geez Gingky, what took you so long?" he had his hands on his hips.

"Hyoma, you won't believe what happened!" Ginga ran up to him all happy.

Hyoma stopped him and cupped the side of Ginga's face, "Y-You're bleeding.."

The redhead looked at Hyoma's now slightly bloody hand, 'That knife from before!' the cut on Ginga's cheek was only minor, but it still bled.

Hyoma took Ginga's hand, "C'mon Gingky, we have to tell Ryo at once!"

The little redhead sweatdropped, "O-Okay.." he thought Hyoma was overly exaggerating, 'Maybe I should just keep this a secret.'

From then on, Ginga looked forward to every day so he could go out and see the thief again.

The Next Day. . .

The little redhead was at home in the kitchen. He gathered random produce in the room and put it on a plate.

"Let's see.." he opened the fridge, "An apple.. a carrot.. aaaand an orange!" Ginga grabbed the plate and wrapped it in plastic the way he saw his dad do it.

Once he got the bait ready Ginga left out the house to Bey Forest again.

"This looks like the spot.." Ginga looked around and placed the plate on the ground, "Now I just have to get him to come." He cupped his hands, "COME OUT MR. THIEF! I GOT SOMETHING FOR YOOOU!"

Ginga let his voice echo through the forest. He sat down next to the wrapped plate and waited patiently.

Ginga was still a little kid. He thought that baiting and waiting for the mysterious boy was the same with attracting stray animals.

The little redhead yawned, "Haaaa~, I think I missed my nap today." He nodded off, "Okay, just a little shut eye." He lied on his side.

. . .

Ginga sat up and stretched his arms, "Aaah~ Much better!" he dusted the dirt out of his hair, "Now I'm wide awake for.."

The plate with food on it was torn apart. The plate and plastic were there, but the food was gone.

The redhead's eyes marveled at the sight, "Woooow~, he really came!" he pumped his fist in the air, "Yay! I'm gonna get him tomorrow!"

Ginga grabbed the paper plate and torn plastic and ran back to Koma Village to plan for his next meeting with the thief.

Day 2

The mysterious boy was swiftly running past all the trees. Quick and quiet so no one could sense his presence.

"Alright, it's lunch time. Gotta find food, gotta find food." He continued to run bare foot through the outdoors.

Finally he reached his usual hunting grounds, Bey Forest and Koma Village.

He jumped high into a tree in search of food, "Hmmm? Huh?" he looked down.

Ginga was on the ground sleeping while sucking his thumb silently next to a new plate of food.

"It's that kid again." He jumped out of the tree and swiftly landed on the ground. He walked up to the redhead and food.

The mysterious boy didn't know who Ginga was. He didn't trust him, he didn't like him, and he wanted nothing to do with him.

He reached down and picked up the plate of food. He got out his knife and cut the plastic open and grabbed the food inside.

It was an apple, orange, and carrot like yesterday.

He sniffed them all curiously, "No poison. Good." He noticed a blue sticky note, "What's this?"

DeaR Mr Thief

Pleese wake me up when u get this food.

:)

This irritated the boy, so he crumpled up the note, "Like hell I will." He knew if he woke the redhead up his cover would be blown. "Hm?" There was more stuff on the back.

I will bring u mor food so that I can see u some day.

"This kid really needs to work on his spelling." He tossed the note on the ground and ran off with the food.

After a good hour or two, Ginga sat up rubbing his eyes.

"Mmnn, did he come?" he looked down and saw the empty plate and crumpled not, "Aw man, I missed him again. He got my note," he picked it up, "so why didn't he wake me?"

The little redhead pouted a little and uncrumpled the note and put it on top of the plate.

"Fine Mr. Thief, I accept your challenge." Ginga decided to form a new plan in order to catch the mysterious boy.

A week later. . .

After numerous failures of trying to see the mysterious boy, Ginga finally had a good plan. Since the thief only shows up when he's asleep, Ginga decided to fake sleep.

'Good, now I just have to stay still for a while..' the redhead remained motionless for a few minutes.

Meanwhile, the mysterious boy was in the tree. He saw the food again and came down.

He walked up to the food and sleeping Ginga, 'The kid fell asleep again. Hmph, why doesn't he just give up? Oh well, just get the food and go.'

He picked up the plate and cut the plastic open with his knife again.

The redhead could hear the thief standing right in front of him, 'He's here! He's here! Now wait for it..'

"Hn, bread, corn, and a peach." he took them all out and began making his leave.

The minute he put the plate down, Ginga got up, "Ah-ha!"

This spooked the boy, he took several rapid steps back, 'Damn, he's awake!' he got his knife out and threw it at Ginga.

The redhead stepped over to dodge it and kept his eyes locked on the boy.

The thief ran off deeper into Bey Forest and Ginga followed. The thief jumped rapidly and took a turn there, there, and there.

"Haa! Haa! Haa!" Ginga was smiling brightly as he ran, 'I won't lose you this time! I had my nap today, I drunk a cup of water, and I ate all my vegetables!' he was confident he could catch up to the thief now.

The mysterious boy kept running way up ahead, 'Why haven't I lost him yet? What does this kid want with me?!'

He was way ahead of Ginga, but the redhead still kept doing his best to run.

Just then, the redhead tripped, "Ahh! Ow!" he landed flat on his face.

The mysterious boy heard this and stopped to hide behind a tree, 'Good, that should slow him down. Now I can catch my breath.' He panted a little and kept the food in his arms secure.

Ginga slowly forced himself to get up, "Owwy.." he sniffled, "W-Wait, come back!" Ginga had scraped his knees and elbows.

The boy stayed hidden and hoped Ginga would just run away crying.

The little redhead rose to his feet, 'He couldn't have gone too far. Mr. Thief is close by, I can feel it!'

The mysterious boy finally caught his breath so resumed running away.

'Good, I lost him. Time to eat.' The thief saw a really tall tree with naked branches, 'perfect.'

He rapidly jumped up the big tree until he reached a thick branch to kick back and relax on.

"Haaaa.." he sighed and began biting into the peach, "Ugh, it's too sweet. Oh well, I need the juice." He choked it down and kept eating it.

Just then, there were rustles in the bushes.

"Hn?" he looked down.

Out came Ginga, "RAAAH!" he panted heavily and saw the boy in the tree, "FOUND YOU!"

The boy grumbled quietly, "Good for you.." he sweatdropped a little at how Ginga looked.

The redhead had twigs and leaves stuck in his red hair. His T-shirt was covered in dirt stains, his shoes were muddy, and his skin had scratches all over.

This didn't bother the thief. He was no prince charming himself.

"Heeey, come down!" Ginga called at him.

'Maybe if I say nothing he'll go away.' The boy kept munching on the peach and then began nibbling on the bread next.

"Fine, if you won't come to me," Ginga slowly began climbing the tree, "then I'll come to you." The redhead was very short and wasn't a good tree climber.

He had to jump for 2 whole minutes just to reach the first branch. He slowly made his way from branch to branch.

Occasionally he'd slide right back down and hurt himself.

Meanwhile, the thief paid Ginga no mind and finished his bread, 'Alright that's enough for now. I'll light this corn over a fire for dinner.' He pocketed the corn on a cob and looked around.

Ginga was just one more branch away from him, "Nnngh, almost..theeerre!" he groaned.

The thief jumped off the thick branch, flipped, and swiftly landed on the ground. He yawned and continued to walk off.

The redhead stared wide-eyed, 'H-He just left?!' the redhead looked down and got scared. He was so high up and the fall was going to be harsh.

"U-Um Mr. Thief, c-could you please help me get down?" he called out.

The boy ignored and kept walking off, 'That'll teach you to chase after me. Dumb kid'

THUD!

The thief stopped walking and turned around, "Hn?!"

Ginga was on the ground, flat on his face. His little body trembled in pain a little.

'Did that idiot just jump?' the thief assumed Ginga was paralyzed now.

Mysterious Boy's P.O.V.

The redhead slowly rose to his feet. The center of his forehead had a bloody bruise on it. His nose bled a little, and he had more scratches on his arms and legs now.

"I..won't..cry." He sniffled and wiped his eyes, "And I won't give up.."

Hn, kids got guts..I'll give him that. I stared at the wounded redhead.

He took a breath of air and yelled, "I'M NOT GIVING UP YOU HEAR ME! YOU CAN KEEP RUNNING AWAY ALL YOU WANT, BUT I'LL COME VISIT YOU EVERYDAY AND CHASE AFTER YOU!"

This kid sure can say some bold stuff. But I doubt he'll last long. I kept staring in case he had anymore to say.

"So.. I'll see you tomorrow. That's all I wanted to say." He grinned at me, "Bye-bye!" he turned around and ran back home.

I blinked and then resumed walking to my hideout. Why did he smile?

"Hmph, weird kid. I wish he'd just leave me alone already. But the food's nice." I felt on the corn in my pocket.

Ever since I met that kid, obtaining food is much easier.

. . .

Ever since I met that flameheaded kid, we've had a little game of cat and mouse every single day.

I'd go scouting for food and he'd wait for me to take the baited food just so he could chase after me again.

This routine was repeated for about a month. The minute I was up in the tall tree, he'd give up and go home to try again the next day.

Some days he would try and climb it just to get to me. But in the end he always fell from it and hurt himself.

Why is he so persistent? I just don't get it!

And what annoys me is how he contently gets hurt when he tries to climb the tree. If you know you can't climb, then don't!

But I just ignore it and walk away. I have to stay focused. I only want the food, not the boy. I'm not here to make friends, I'm here to survive.

Now, this is our fifth week of running. I'm sitting up in the tree eating an apple I swiped from him.

"FOUND YOU!" he came out of the bushes with twigs in his hair again.

And here comes the brat, right on Q.

I wonder how far he'll make it this time.

"Ah-choo!" he sneezed and sniffled. He had on a long sleeved blue shirt and shorts.

For the first time ever, he didn't bother climbing the tree. But he looked up at me and smiled.

"Aaw man, looks like you beat me to the tree again." He stayed at the bottom, "Can I ask you something?"

I just blinked. It's been a while since he's tried talking to me. Not that I cared.

"What food do you want me to bring you tomorrow? You must have something you like, right?"

I seemed to like the carrots, the bread, and those apples were okay..sometimes. The corn wasn't half bad either.

He stayed looking up at me for an answer. Then he started coughing, "Egh! Egh-Egh!" he covered his mouth. He sniffled again and turned back around to go home.

My voice finally came out, "Kid!"

"Hm?" he turned around and stared at me.

"I like carrots, bread, and corn." I gave myself a strange look. Why did I just answer him?

The redhead smiled and nodded, "Got it!" He gave me a thumbs up, "Bye-bye!" he ran off back home.

I don't know what's gotten into me. I don't talk to anyone, so why did I speak to him?

Oh well, whatever. At least a big meal will be waiting for me tomorrow.

Next Day. . .

I didn't bother jumping in trees this time. I didn't sense the kid's presence at all. When I arrived at the usual place where I take the bait, he wasn't there.

Just the food I asked for and a sticky note.

I picked up the food and note.

I got sik. sorry i cant play.

"He got sick?" it made me feel a little depressed. I've gotten so used to being chased by him that I can't imagine a day without him.

I don't know why, but I want to see this kid. Just a little peek to see how he's doing.

I jammed the note in my pocket and ate the food he gave me for energy, including the corn.

Once I was full, I ran off to Koma Village.

I hid in trees so the villagers wouldn't see me. I can't forget who I am. I am the Koma Village thief and I'm hated by these people.

Women were doing laundry and children beybladed in mini stadiums.

Men were loading up more foods into their market shops. I was tempted to steal some, but I couldn't do it without seeing that kid first.

But my problem was, which house belonged to the little runt? I listened around for clues.

"Ooo, I love your new fusion wheel Hyoma!"

"Thanks!"

Nope

"Aaaah! It's Hokuto!"

"YOU KIDS GET BACK HERE WITH MY BANDANNA!"

Freaky, but no.

"Did you here? Ginga caught a cold."

"Geez, what's that little redhead thinkin? Runnin off to the woods every day."

Bingo

They appeared to be gesturing to the white bricked house with the dark green roof. Hn, kid lives in a pretty nice place.

I quietly landed somewhere behind the house. There were a lot of windows, but which one lead to the brat?

Hallway, empty room, kitchen, garden, ah- found him!

I spied through the window and saw the kid in bed.

His face was burning up and he was breathing a lot. There was a tall muscular man standing over him. He looked a lot like the kid.

The man placed a wet towel on the kid's head. I could hear what they were saying.

"Honestly, I told you not to go outside today. Why'd you disobey me?"

"Sorry dad, but I had to."

"Why?"

"..Secret."

The man sighed and pinched the kid's cheek, "Well that little secret of yours just cost you two whole days in bed. Don't you dare leave this house mister."

"Yes dad." He sighed sadly.

I got away from the window and looked down at my bare feet.

That stupid kid! He didn't have to do all of that! If he was so sick, then why'd he bother leaving food for me?!

I clenched my fists. I know I should probably leave and worry about myself..but for some reason I feel happy and angry at the same time.

It made me happy that this kid cared enough to deliver snacks to me even though he had a fever.

But it made me mad that it's my fault that he's like that. All those scrapes and bruises were because he kept chasing after me.

I don't want to admit it, but I feel like this is my fault.

Suddenly, I felt a strong hand grip my shoulder. I turned around in fear.

"Hey boys, I got him!" it was one of the men that were hunting me.

"Grrr!" I kicked and thrashed to get away, but he covered my mouth and they carried me off away from the village.

More men showed up cracking their knuckles, "Time to teach you a lesson, ya damn thief!"

I could tell I was about to get my ass kicked.

2 days later (Normal P.O.V.)

Two days had passed since the boy's beating and Ginga's cold.

The thief was back at his hideout. He collapsed near a tree right outside it. The boy was weak, hungry, and needed his wounds treated badly.

He had a cut lip, cut cheek, bruised cheek, and arms. He couldn't move anymore. So he just lied back against a tree and accepted the death coming to him. Everything went black.

Meanwhile, Ginga was feeling much better. Ryo was at home with him taking his temperature.

The redhead waited at the door with a thermometer in his mouth.

"Patience Ginga, I just want to check your temperature one last time."

The redhead whined. The thermometer finally beeped and Ryo took it out. He checked the degrees and gave the thumbs up.

"I can go?"

"Yup, go have fun my son. But come back early for dinner, we're having drumsticks tonight."

Ginga brightened up and ran towards Bey Forest.

The little redhead was really looking forward to seeing the thief again. It felt like forever since they last met.

"I can't wait to see that boy again!" Ginga arrived at the dirt path from last time. But the thief wasn't there, "I'll just keep going, I should run into him soon."

The redhead continued going up the path the thief usually took. He reached the bushes, no one. He made it to the tree he always fell from, but no one was there.

"Where is he?" Ginga walked up the path he saw the boy take whenever he left Ginga in the tree, "Mr. Thief? Hello? You there?"

He kept walking until sunlight hit his eyes. There was an opening in Bey Forest he had never seen before. The sun shined brightly and there was a river nearby where Koma Village got there water from.

He redhead kept walking forward. Ginga reached some bushes and noticed something passed them.

The redhead walked through the bushes and saw the mysterious boy unconscious under a tree.

Ginga approached him cautiously, "Hmmm.." The boy looked pretty beat up and dead-ish. Ginga sat next to the boy and shook him, "Hey.. Hey..w-wake up."

The thief stayed motionless.

The redhead got sad. Out of all the times the boy had ignored him, this was the worst. "Please..wake up. Say something, anything!" Ginga sniffled.

Rrrrrrr~

The redhead heard a low rumble from the thief's stomach.

Ginga's eyes brightened up, "Of course! Food, that's what I forgot!" He got up and decided to go back home to gather some food.

. . .

The redhead came back with a stacked plate of grub. There were three drumsticks, an apple, some bread, and a liter of bottled water.

"C'mon eat, please.." he placed the thief's head on his lap and gently let him sip a cap full of water.

The thief slurped it up, cap after cap. Ginga fed him a few slices of bread. He had to rip off a piece and force the boy's mouth open by stretching his cheek.

The thief swallowed a few slices, but his mouth wouldn't open anymore after that.

"No..no no, pl-please keep eating." Tears welled up in Ginga's eyes.

He thought the thief would never wake up.

Ginga hoped he would get up so they could play again. Sure they never got along, but there was something special about this boy that Ginga just couldn't resist.

His tears slid down his red cheeks and landed on the boy's face, "Mmm.." he grumbled when he felt something wet on his face.

The thief slowly opened his dragon eyes. They adjusted and he could see clearly now. Ginga was crying above his face. He hiccupped and he looked adorable.

"Uuu..waahh..hic.. pl-please wake up.." he sobbed.

'From close up..was this boy always this cute?' he sweatdropped to himself, 'What the hell am I thinking? Ugh, that's probably just my drowsiness talking.'

"Please wake up..hic.." Ginga kept crying.

"Kid.." he spoke in a raspy voice.

"Hic..H-Huh?" the redhead slowly opened his golden eyes.

The thief stared up at him with tired eyes, "Why the heck are you crying?"

Ginga's tears ran faster down his cheeks, "Waaaaahh!"

The boy just blinked, 'Man he's noisy.'

The redhead wiped his eyes the best that he could, "I'm sorry.. I'm just happy. I thought you'd sleep forever. But you're back!" he smiled the best that he could but his tears kept running.

'So he was just worried.' He sighed, "Why are you even here? You don't even know me kid."

"Well of course I don't!" he pouted, "Every time I tried talking to you you'd run away! You didn't even bother to tell me your name."

The boy grunted, "Because I don't need you calling me by my name."

Rrrrrr~

The thief blushed a little, "Uh.."

"Oh, here," Ginga got out a slice of bread with bites taken out of it, "I brought you some more food. I was sick for a few days, so you must've been hungry."

"You didn't have to do this, I could've just stolen some like I always do." He noticed he bread had missing pieces, "Did you bite out of that?"

"No, you did. I fed you when I found you knocked out." Ginga got the bottle, "I brought you fresh water too. A-And I brought more if this wasn't enough. Is it?" he looked so cute when he was sad.

The thief blushed to himself, 'He took care of me.. Hn, I guess he really was worried.' He opened his mouth, "This is enough."

Ginga smiled and brought the bread down to his open mouth so he could eat.

The thief felt content this way. For some reason, spending time with the redhead wasn't so bad after all.

The thief slowly forced himself to sit up, "Good, I can move again." He grabbed the bottle of water and guzzled it down.

Ginga crawled over to the plate of food, he rummaged around in it, "I think I still have some food left."

"Kid, it's okay. I don't need anymore."

The redhead smiled, "Ah, found it! Good, it's still warm." He pulled out a big meaty drumstick, "You eat this right?"

The boy's mouth watered just smelling the aroma of freshly cooked meat. The thief had always killed animals with his bare hands and ate them cooked plain.

His lips trembled a little at how seasoned and steamy the meat looked.

Ginga handed it over to him, "Here-"

"Meat!" he let out a hungry grunt before snatching it from Ginga.

Luckily the redhead had pulled his hand away in time, 'HE ALMOST BIT MY HAND OFF!'

The thief ate the drumstick hungrily. Chomp after chomp like a carnivore. His teeth were so sharp as they ripped the meat right off the bone.

He kept eating until the bone was naked.

Ginga handed him another one, "There's plenty where that came from."

The thief wasn't really good at saying thanks, so he just nodded and accepted the extra meat.

Ginga sat there patiently, 'I'm glad he likes it. He sure has a big stomach.' He smiled.

The thief finished the second one and Ginga gave him the last one.

The thief wondered as he ate with his eyes closed, 'I don't get this brat at all. Why does he keep bringing all this food to me? Is it really just to see me, or does he see me as some kind of pet?'

Rrrrr~

Ginga covered his belly. He groaned and got up, "Sorry, I guess I'll be going home then."

The thief was chewing the meat in his mouth. He didn't want the redhead to leave just yet. He swallowed and spoke, "Kid.."

"Hm?" he turned around.

The thief extended the drumstick to Ginga, "Here, you can have some too."

The redhead's face brightened up, "Can I really?!"

The thief sweatdropped, 'Weren't these yours to begin with?' he opened one eye, "Hurry up before I change my mind."

Ginga nodded and sat in front of the thief. He leaned forward and took a bite out of where the thief had bit.

The boy blushed a little, "Oi!"

"Mm?" he blinked.

"I'm not gonna feed you! Just take it out of my hand!" he growled.

Ginga took the drumstick and resumed eating. His bites were much smaller than the boy's.

The thief just stared, "You don't have to eat where I bit off from. There are plenty of other places I haven't bitten off of."

"But why does it matter?" he chewed with his mouth full, "It's still yummy."

The thief gave up and just let Ginga have the rest.

The redhead swooned, "Mmmm~, dad's cooking is the best."

"Your dad?" the thief remembered the man he saw in Ginga's bedroom.

"Yeah, these drumsticks were for dinner tonight. But I wanted to give my share to you." He took another bite out of the drumstick.

'No wonder he was hungry. Kid's got a lot of guts to give his food away to a stranger like me.' He thought for a while, "Hnn.."

Ginga licked his lips and put the bone away with the others, "Aah~"

"Dragon Fang."

"Hm?"

"My name means Dragon Fang." He grunted.

Ginga just stared at him like why are you telling me this.

"You've been asking me for my name, so I'm telling you. My name means Dragon Fang."

"Oh!" Ginga brightened up, "No-no, don't tell me! I've been practicing my Kanji!" he ran off real quick.

The thief just sat there, "He sure is difficult."

Pretty soon Ginga came back with a stick, "Alright, I got this!" he placed the stick in the dirt and began writing with it, "Dad already taught me the Dragon symbol."

The thief just stared, 'I could just tell him my name, but I doubt he'd listen.'

Ginga slowly sounded out Dragon in Japanese, "Rrrrrrrrrrr" the next line, "Eeeeeee," and the last one, "Ooooooooo." He finished writing the first character, "Dragon means Ryu, right?"

"Yeah, that's the first part of it." He nodded.

"Yay! Now I just need Fang." He put the stick in the dirt and froze, 'What did fang mean again?'

"Need help?" he stared at the frozen redhead.

"N-No..I got it." He drew squiggles in the dirt, "What was it? Fa? Da?" his head steamed from thinking too hard. His face turned red.

'He doesn't know, does he?' the thief sweatdropped.

Ginga threw the stick, "Forget it!" he put his hands on his hips, "Knowing Dragon is enough, so from now on," he smiled, "I'll call you Ryu!"

The boy rolled his eyes, "Whatever.." 'Oh well, it's better than being called Mr. Thief.'

Ginga felt a little dizzy from all the thinking and sat next to Ryu under the tree. The redhead was happy to have gotten closer to the thief.

"My name means Galaxy." Ginga thought the thief should at least know who he was.

He knew the meaning of Galaxy, but instead, "Alright, then I'll call you Gin. If you're not gonna say my whole name, then neither am I."

The redhead nodded, "I guess that's fair.." he looked sleepy. Ginga started nodding off.

"Kid?" the thief thought he looked weird. The redhead lied down onto Ryu's lap. The thief felt irritated, "Get off of me!" he tried shoving Ginga off, but the redhead felt warm.

Actually, he felt hot!

"You idiot! You're still sick aren't you?!" he growled.

"Haa..haa..haa.." Ginga was too weak to move. He was cold, hot, hungry, and needed to get home fast.

"Dammit!" the thief got up and scooped Ginga onto his back, "Hang on tight kid!" he began running off towards Koma Village.

The redhead lied on his back, "Thank..you.."

"I'm only doing this so I won't have to owe you." He picked up the pace.

He could feel Ginga sweating on his back. The little redhead's cold must've gotten worse.

Ryu continued to run through Bey Forest until he saw Koma Village up ahead. There were people everywhere, so entering was impossible.

'Damn, if they see me I'm dead. But this kid needs to get home! What should I do?'

"Ryu.." Ginga mumbled, "put me down."

"But-"

"I don't want you to get hurt." He slid off his back.

Ryu examined him real quick, "You sure you'll be okay?" Ginga's face was still red with fever.

"Yeah," he gave his best smile, "I'm a big boy, leave it to me!"

'You can't even spell Fang yet.' He shook his head, "Hn, if you say so."

Ginga hugged the thief's waist, "Thanks for today. I'll try to get better so we can play again."

He blushed slightly and patted Ginga's back, "Okay okay, I got it. Now run along home already."

He ended the hug, "Bye Ryu!" the little boy ran off home since his house was close by.

The thief walked back to the forest.

Seeing Ginga again made him feel..happy.

Ryu's parents had died, and his brother had gone missing. But meeting Ginga made him feel complete again.

Little did the thief know that meeting that innocent little redhead taught him how to trust and how to love.

Ryu arrived at his hideout. Ginga had left some scraps behind.

"Hn, that brat." He ignored the litter and blushed a little remembering the hug the kid gave him.

Ryu finally had someone precious to him that he wanted to protect.

To be Continued. . .

YAAAY! I've been wanting to make this fanfic ever since I found a Japanese picture of Ryuga as a kid. I read a passage about how he got separated from his little brother and everything. And it inspired me to make "True Tears." You all wanted me to make a story where Ryuga is the hero, and now you've got it.

So review, tell me what you think of it so far.

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2014!

-Won-Chan :3

P.S. An all new KyoyaxGinga story will be published this week too! It's called, "Dirty Little Secret." I tried typing it yesterday and today..but I kept getting too sleepy. I'm sick of typing past midnight, so I'll try to get up early and publish it tomorrow. Wish me luck -_-