Title: Lost (Prologue)
Pairing: NinoxOC
Rating: PG
Warning(s): None 
Note:.
In a way it is ongoing, but only a couple “parts.” Like two or three ^^
For Emily! (even though it wasn’t requested) *Lalala~*
Part 1! CLICK!
 
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Emily’s whole body was dripping with wet as she wandered aimlessly through the abandoned streets of Japan. It was pouring rain and she was lost. She looked up at the sky which was not even visible under the sheet of rain. What should I do? She asked herself. She couldn’t answer that question. She stepped on to the soaked curb and plopped down on it.

            She was cold; in a T-shirt because it was summer, and summer was supposed to be hot. But the rain was chilling her to the bone, making her shiver relentlessly. Her teeth clashed against each other as she tried to make the chattering stop. She was scared to death and cold. I’m all alone, she told herself. All alone, I don’t know anyone, I don’t know where I am, and I sure as hell don’t know where to go from here.

            “Someone come get me,” Emily choked out as tears started gushing down her cheeks. She could hardly feel them against her skin as they meshed with the rain, but she buried her head in her arms anyway and sobbed herself to sleep.

 

            Nino was tired. He was soaked, too; the hoodie hardly keeping him dry. An umbrella, he thought, annoyed, why didn’t I bring a freaking umbrella? He slowed his jog and took a deep breath. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his orange jacket in a futile attempt to warm them up. He was still about a half hour away from his house, and really wished that he had accepted the ride that had been offered. But, no, he needed the exercise.

            He was annoyed at his stubbornness. They had told him the forecast of rain, but he hadn’t listened. Now it was raining, he was still far from home, and he could feel a cold coming on. “Stupid rain,” Nino growled to no one in particular.

            He was passing the empty streets when he noticed a figure sitting curled up on the curb. “A person?” he mumbled. “Why is a person sitting out on the curb in the middle of a freaking rain storm?” This irked him. How could anyone be so strange… or stupid?

            Nino started to walk past the soaked person, when he noticed the long black hair and slim figure. It was a girl, no, a young woman who was just really tiny. Her face was hidden, but he could see that she was not conscious by the way her body slumped. He walked over to her, getting more and more wary by the seconds. Was this girl ok? Was she sick, lost, alone, dying? No no no, he scolded himself. What’s with the suddenly morbid thoughts?

            Obviously, she was alone. Nino bent down next to her and touched her shoulder cautiously. She didn’t react to his touch at all. That scared him. “Oi, oi. Are you ok??” She wouldn’t answer. Her head didn’t lift off of her arms. He shook her shoulder, but she still wouldn’t move. Nino felt his eyes growing wide. As his hand rested on her shoulder, he could feel the shuddering that was much more serious than his own. Her shoulders were moving up and down in unevenly paced, hauntingly fast movements. He lifted her head up gently. She was burning. So hot that Nino almost pulled his hand away. He got a look at her face. It was soaked with tears and rain and pulled into a look of utter pain and sorrow.

            In a split second, Nino made up his naive mind. He wanted to save this poor lost girl. He turned his back to her front and kneeled down as low as he could. Reaching back, he gently pulled the feverish girl onto his back. He would take her back to his house, the whole thirty minute walk of it, and nurse her back to good health. No matter how long it would take.