Two red circles—his eyes are as red as beautiful rubies. His hair is white, like the shining moon at night.
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Even though his eyes are beautiful, I can see hate and frustration in them. He looks tired, but I don't know why. He is slim and tall, wearing a dark T-shirt with white stripes.
Narrator: After that strange and magical moment, the two of them snap back to reality, realizing the situation they are in. Our protagonist is without her T-shirt, in a bra, in front of her savior. Also, the girl doesn't remember anything about herself, and she only has a bracelet with a familiar name on it.
The girl blushes and starts to put her T-shirt back on. During this time, the boy begins to walk away from her.
"EH? Wait, please, I want to thank you for saving me from those guys."
???: "I'm not interested. Just go away, little brat."
What did he just call me? Oh, this isn't going to end like this.
"WHAT? Who do you think you are, talking to me like that?"
???: "Tsk, just leave me alone."
Narrator: The girl stands in front of him with crossed arms and an angry expression. The boy, with an irritated face and a frown, asks her...
???: "And who am I supposed to talk to?"
When he says that, I start to doubt and feel impotent. The thing is, I don't know anything about myself, and that's a huge problem. Do I have siblings? Where is my mother? My father? Where am I living now? And one of the most important questions: what happened to me to end up like this? While I was thinking, the boy continues his way to an unknown destination. I don't like how this conversation has just ended, so I start to follow him, staying a few meters behind.
"It doesn't matter who I am; you can't talk like that to someone you just met!"
He isn't even listening to me; it's like I don't exist to him, and I don't like it. So, I shout:
"YOUUUU, LISTEN TO MEEEEEE!" I shout in his ear, making him even more irritated and angry. I have to admit, at this moment I feel a little fear; he has a killer aura.
???: "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? STAY CALM, LITTLE BRAT!"
"I JUST SAID I DON'T WANT YOU TO CALL ME THAT!"
???: "I WILL CALL YOU WHATEVER I WANT. IS YOUR REAL INTENTION TO FIGHT WITH ME? YOU ARE LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, SO FUCKING ANNOYING. JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"Uh? What do you mean? I don't underst—" Suddenly a group of people surrounds us with evil smiles on their faces. What do they want now? I think the white-haired boy is ready to deal with them.
Random Person: "Hey number 1, what do you think about fighting to see if you deserve that title?"
???: "Tsk..." he says, irritated.
Random Person: "What's the matter, little puppy? Don't have the guts to challenge us?"
He looks tired, in my opinion, because of his bored expression. It seems this happens constantly.
Now I understand what he just said: "IS YOUR REAL INTENTION TO FIGHT WITH ME? YOU ARE LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, SO FUCKING ANNOYING." I never said anything about a fight. Does he have to be on alert all day because all these stupid people try to defeat him? That has to be fucking annoying. It's understandable why he is acting this way with strangers.
???: "Wh—" I interrupt him.
"Oh my god, you are interrupting a conversation. Just leave. I don't think he wants to fight with a gang of idiots who only seek power. Everyone deserves their moment of peace and shouldn't have to put up with your bullshit."
Everyone listening, including the white-haired boy, is in shock because of the girl's words.
Random Person: "What? Don't you know who he is?"
"No, and I don't care. If he wants to tell me, he will. Not you bunch of pimps."
I turn to see the boy, but he remains indifferent. He is excellent at keeping his feelings hidden, but you know, I can see it in his eyes. The eyes are the mirror of the soul, showing how you are feeling. The moment our eyes meet, time stops. It's just him and me, captivated by his rubies. It seems like an aura of harmony surrounds us, and an electrifying sensation runs through my entire body.
During this brief time, I can see surprise shining in his eyes, along with a hint of curiosity directed at me.
Then, the special moment ends, and we return to reality.
White-Haired Boy's Perspective:
That girl... She surprised me a lot with those words. It's been a long time since I heard words as selfless and empathetic as those... Now, I feel "finally understood." This girl has something special in her; she is unique, I can feel it.
Wait a minute... Why does a freaking little brat have to defend me from some annoying shit?
Oh no, no. This is not going to stay like this, I AM GOING TO DESTROY THEM!!
Narrator:
All of a sudden, the white-haired boy starts to laugh maniacally and says words that make all of us shiver in fear.
???: "YOU THINK YOU CAN BEAT ME, EHHHHH?! JUST TRY IT AND COME AT ME! I WILL DESTROY YOU ALL!"
Even as he says those words, with his strange powers he puts me behind him, like he wants to protect me again from these greedy people looking for power.
He starts to use his strange powers on them, and one by one they fall, defeated by him. While he is fighting, suddenly someone appears behind me. I turn around to see one of the boys about to attack me. The white-haired boy doesn't arrive in time to stop him, so, somehow, I stop his hand and give him a good kick in the stomach, causing him to fall to the ground, clutching his stomach in pain. When I turn around, the white-haired boy is looking at me with surprise and intrigue, though those feelings aren't conveyed through his facial expression.
After a few more seconds, the boy finishes off all of them (there were almost 30 people) and looks at me, saying:
Accelerator: "Stop calling me 'you' or 'boy.' I have a name, and it's Accelerator."
"Well, I have a name too, but I don't remember it yet." Accelerator raises his eyebrow. "Whatever, forget what I just said." I quickly change the subject. "I thought you didn't like me? Don't you mind if I call you in such a familiar way?"
Accelerator: "Tsk... I am just telling you this because I am tired of hearing you call me 'boy' or 'you.' But don't start thinking weird things; I don't care what you do." He starts to leave slowly, as if he wants me to follow him.
"You know, Accelerator..."
He stops walking, but doesn't turn to see me.
"You are very bad at hiding what you want." I stand by his side, and we start walking nowhere in particular, with me sometimes bothering him and him remaining as indifferent as ever. But at that moment, something changes our lives, just the fact of having each other and spending time together.
Nothing will be the same in the future, but I know I will never regret meeting him, one of my pillars in the future, my dear ruby.
