"You are a foreigner right? Are you here to stay at our village or travelling to the neighbouring one?"
A boy jumped from the tree he was sitting at and came face to face with the latter.
If it weren't for his voice, anyone would have mistaken him as a girl. His long white hair, that reached till his waist which complimented his pale skin that seemed as soft as a jade. He had a lean body and reached as high as the other party's chest.
The black haired stared at the other for a while, lightly sighing he replies: "Stay."
"Really?" He gasped. "Why don't you stay at my place?"
"No thanks. I can find a place myself."
"Hmm. If you say so, but if you don't find a place, find the farthest hut here and that's my place. Bye!"
He pointed at an isolated house located a bit farther from the village. And then scurries off, without letting the latter a chance for refusal.
The evening turned into night, and the black haired still hadn't found any place to stay, rather he was chased off by every single villager even if he was willing to pay high.
He dragged his feet and finally stopped at the last house left at the village.
Incoherent strange muffled voices were heard from the outside of the room. He knocked the door lightly. After waiting for a while, the door flung open and the boy in the pink robe he saw in the morning was standing on the other side of the door; panting abnormally. He looked a bit haggard and some traces of bruises were evident on his milk white skin.
But the latter decided to ignore it.
"Oh, you came! Come inside." He said, trying to calm his breathing.
Without asking any questions about what had happened, he entered inside.
A small flickering candle was the only source of lighting. He didn't even have to roam around his eyes to see a man getting up from the bed, he was messily dressed up and as soon as they made eye contact, he went out.
The silence filled them, it was awkward so the light haired took the initiative.
"I didn't get your name?" He asked.
"Arnold Creed." As he had guessed, the dark haired was the man of few words.
"Sasaki Kyoko." The light haired said, while the other party nodded at acknowledgement.
"You must be hungry. Let me make something for you." Kyoko said before he lit the fire at the fireplace and placed the pot.
Arnold followed everything the light haired was doing with his eyes. What astounded him the most was how he could not get the previous image of Kyoko, when he just opened the door, out of his mind.
He looked weak and erotic which made him want to protect and ravish him at the same time. It was an unknown feeling he was experiencing.
Kyoko served him a hot plate of plain rice porridge. "It's all I have." He mumbled embarrassed.
Arnold took it without any hesitation and started to consume it.
He took out a piece of silver and handed it to Kyoko. Baffled, Kyoko refused it.
"I don't need your money, you are my guest."
"No one is kind enough to feed a stranger without any hidden intentions."
Kyoko knitted his eyebrows together, showing his disagreement. "Okay if you insist then pay me using another method." He said, bashfully.
Arnold scoffed. He was right. "What is it you want?"
Hearing those words, Kyoko beamed at Arnold full of anticipation. "Tell me the stories about your adventure."
The other party looked taken aback. He had thought that the latter would ask for more grand requests, such as: recommending him to the capital, or any rich household. But his request was as innocent as his face.
He sighed and patted the latter to sit beside him, "don't blame me if you get bored.....
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Omegaverse //(BXB)
Werewolf"What's it like to fall in love with your fated mate?" Kyoko only had one dream in his life, to find his fated mate. The person who was born just for you but it was easier said than done, after all he had never step a foot outside his home city Seth...
