Autophobia-Fear of being alone
13 year old Mikoshiba leaned over and in front of the male who was sitting down, his back leaning on the wall, as he gasped heavily, blood running down above his eyebrow. Holding a red umbrella to keep the rain from hitting him, the smaller male pulled out a small book from his messenger bad.
"Shinjo Kei, 12 year old, attends Hatsunade Middle School," he read aloud as the blond male twitched, "...What happened here?" He asked, staring at the other males, "Hm... Kikihara Ayamase and Hanamura Taketura..."
The male, in response, let out ragged breath, "Who...Who the hell are you?"
"Mikoshiba Toru," the male replied as he looked at the other body at the end, "Kobayakawa Shozo..."
"Now, I answered you're question, so you answer mine, what happened here?" Mikoshiba asked, looking around at the unconscious corpses, and then muttered, "Juumonji Kazuma..."
"I..." the male limped over, eyes closed and Mikoshiba sighed.
"Oh dear," he said, worried as he leaned down to the male, the back of his hand on the male's forehead, "You have a fever..."
The next time Shinjo Kei woke up, it was in a warm blanket in a room, and in a rush.
"What the..." tired as his movement was sluggish, as he stared at the mass of black hair next to him, and it slowly turned back around to show a male, at least a sixth-grader, with big black eyes filled with something...
"Since you're awake," a shuffling and some sort of movement, as a bowl came within his each, with a spoon, "Eat this, and then you're medicine," he said.
Shinjo groaned, "W...What?"
"Good point, you can't eat if you're not sitting up, huh?" a sigh and an arm came around the larger male's back, helping him up.
That was when Shinjo first realized how small the room was, at least in comparison to what he was used to.
"Here," the bowl was in front of him, and Shinjo looked at it, and then the spoonful of hot soup and rice, and then at the male feeding him, "What? It's not poisonous," he said simply and realizing what was going on, "Is it too hot?"
"Why are you helping me?" Shinjo demanded instead and Mikoshiba shrugged.
"I don't know," he replied.
A look of disbelief crossed the blacked-haired male's face.
"Do you even know who I am?"
"Shinjo Kei, from Hatsunade Middle School, 13-"
"No, as in, what I am?"
"A... human?" Mikoshiba was honestly confused about this question.
A long pause before Shinjo sighed, "I'm... Shinjo Kei, the streetfighter. The one that took out Kabuto and his gang..." he said clenching his fists.
"So? You can't beat me in a fight," Mikoshiba answered and before Shinjo said anything, shoved the spoon in his mouth.
The male paused from eating his food and swallowed.
"Taste okay?" the renter asked.
"Best of all," he smiled, "It's not poisonous, right?"
Shinjo nodded once more, and began to eat on his own. I can't beat him? He paused momentarily, before drowning himself into his own thoughts.
"Alright, here's your medicine," handing some pills to the sick male, Mikoshiba smiled, "S-Sorry about all this, but there is something I need from you."
Shinjo nodded, "It makes sense for a stranger to pick me up and nurse me," he muttered, "What do you want?"
"Could you stay with me for a while?"
A completely, honest, sincere, and innocent request.
Shinjo chocked, "What?"
"It gets lonely when you're alone," Mikoshiba said, a small blush forming at his cheeks, "And you don't seem like a bad guy, so what's the worst that could happen?" a grin, and Shinjo sighed, "Don't worry, once you're useless to me, I'll get rid of you myself."
"O-Okay," he grumbled out, a dusty pink on his cheeks, and for some odd reason, he was barely worried about the last sentence, "You'll get rid of me pretty quickly then, huh?"
"Yeah, yeah. But still...Thanks!" a large grin, and Mikoshiba, for the first time, left the room.
Shinjo smiled softly at the disappearing figure and eased himself back to sleep, after taking his medicine.
What's the worst that could happen?
Shinjo Kei, 13 years old, was currently walking to Mikoshiba Toru's home with the male, that barely reached his shoulders, next to him.
Two days together and Shinjo was fully healed, "So, are you going to go home then?" Mikoshiba asked.
"Well, you said that being alone is lonely, right?" Shinjo replied.
"...I didn't think you would actually remember that," Mikoshiba said in awe, giving him a small applause.
A bright pink blush covered his face as Shinjo scowled, and almost immediately the small black-haired male stood in front of him, and putting the back of his hand on his forehead, "No, your not sick..." he muttered to himself and brightened up, "It's hot! That's right, as of right now... the air is about 78%, maybe 79% thicker than usual..."
"What?" very amused and surprised, Shinjo patted the hand away from him, "What are you, a weatherman?"
"A weatherman uses exact numbers because of the computers and instruments they use. I can only estimate through what I feel," a grin and the taller male rolled his eyes, "Are you sure you can stay over though?"
"Don't you have a family?" the male asked.
"Yeah, but it's real tense right now... I guess you came at the right time..." the tall, black-haired male said.
"But isn't it the same for your sister?" Now Shinjo, who was now used to Mikoshiba's amazing web of connections and data, paused.
"...I... don't know."
"Go ask," Mikoshiba said softly, "If all else fails, you can come here, right?" a grin and Shinjo blinked.
He thought it was hilarious and downright ironic, that he, Shinjo Kei, could completely trust a male he knew for barely two days. To top that, not really know much about the boy who picked him up.
Maybe, it was because the two had nothing to do other than talk in the small apartment complex, and seeing as they didn't really talk about school life, (especially when it seemed as though Mikoshiba already knew everything) they just talked about anything else.
The pair turned around and realized that they were surrounded by a group of people, at least eight, "Shinjo!" one of them called, "I'll get ya today!"
"Man, what bad grammar," Mikoshiba sighed, "Who says 'ya' these days? Old geezers?" casually looking at them and then at the sky, "Well, after one look of your face, I think I know why."
Shinjo stiffed a laughed, 'Kid got guts. I'll give him that. And he probably know that these guys are...' his thoughts trailed off.
The other blushed a mad red and Shinjo took a step back, as he and Mikoshiba was back-to-back, he said, "I got this, these guys aren't hard."
"Even with weapons?" Mikoshiba asked, "I know that you guys all have something between a pocket-knife, a Philip-head screwdriver, and a combination wrench, right?"
And once again, Shinjo was amazed by his trivia and knowledge, in general as the other scowled.
"Well then, if you know so, no holding back," taking out said weapons, Mikoshiba sighed once more, closing his eyes.
"I feel bad for Shinjo," he said, before anyone made a move, "Being jumped by cowards."
"Who else would attack an unarmed person with a group of people with weapons?" the male continued, "Trash like you people...I'm surprised that they still exist. Instead of fighting, why don't you do something?" He asked, his eyes still gazing at the 3 o'clock bright April clouds above him, "Everything and everyone has some sort of use, so go look for it," he finished, as he tipped his head towards the male, "Let's go, Shinjo-san."
"W-what? Guys attack!" the leader-like male from before called.
"D-dude man, do you know who that thing is?" they whispered and sort of pointed at the general direction of the pair.
"W-what do you mean?"
"Mikoshiba Toru," Mikoshiba came out, and smirked, "Commonly know as, 'Tora the Tiger'."
Shinjo raised both eyebrows in surprise as the others fled from the name.
"You're the infamous Tiger?" he asked, some sort of smirk on his face.
"Yeah, surprised?" Mikoshiba looked at the male, who just shrugged.
"I was more surprised when you took me in."
A soft smile as the two continued their journey to Mikoshiba's home.
The following day, Shinjo went home, after exchanging phone numbers and Mikoshiba sighed as he laid down on his futon.
"What an interesting guy," he whispered softly as he drifted onto sleep.
Four hours later, the male woke up and heard the rain pattering, and sighing, he stood up.
"Looks like some one's in trouble," he said, rolling his eyes as he grabbed his red umbrella and walked out. His worn-out sneakers splashing water unintentionally.
Walking down to the riverbank, where he stopped as he gazed at an empty baseball field.
"Mikoshiba?" a rough voice that echoed, the said male turned around, and with a smile on his face.
"Good day, Shinjo-san, Shinjo-chan."
The little girl with large brown eyes and shoulder-length black hair stood behind his new friend nodded and Shinjo sighed with relief, "Thank god it was you..."
Calmly walking over as he gave him umbrella to the small girl, took off his blue jacket and put it on her.
The warm April rain soaking his white long-sleeve shirt, as Shinjo saw black markings on the male, "I'm Mikoshiba Toru, and I'm your brother's friend," a soft voice and Shinjo leaned down.
"Don't worry, I'm still here." He said to her, as though he was trying to soothe her.
"But... what about Okaa-san and Otou-san?" the girl whimpered.
"...They'll..." Shinjo stopped, not knowing how to break this down, when Mikoshiba smiled.
"Don't worry about it," Mikoshiba replied, "They're doing something special for you, and it won't be a surprise if you were there and knew what it was, right?"
"Okay!" all of a sudden, happy smiles and grins ran up the girl's face.
"Don't tell them I told you, alright?" the male replied and the girl nodded energetically.
Shinjo smiled, "You really do these kinds of things well," he said.
"Yeah, well, you gotta remember," he said, turning to the male, "It's not a lie, I mean, if whatever tension stops, and the family comes together once more," starting to walk forward, Shinjo close behind, "It'll... be a gift, and to those who don't know, a surprise."
"Yeah... I guess so..." Shinjo said.
"Sorry, I like to ramble," Mikoshiba said sheepishly.
The tall, broad male shrugged next to him, "It's okay, because it makes sense."
And that was the start of Shinjo and Mikoshiba...
A fearsome pair.