Living in the depths of Meteor City with nothing but their companions to pull them away from the harsh truths of reality. Their last hope for a break from reality was soiled when they were all slaughtered by the mafia, always preying on the ones on...
I mindlessly trotted on the path, the silence never once fading with the banter from the boys. They had attempted to sprout conversation, however, their attempts ended with awkward failure. The brightness of the day was overshadowed by the darkness of the night that covered the starry sky.
The crisp wind that accompanied the moon dangling in the sky intertwined itself with the threads of hair from my hair, soon riding its way up my arms. Its effect began to come into play as the only things covering my cumbersome body was a bloodied and torn white tank top and a pair of short ripped jeans. The wind attacked my exposed skin, sending chills up my spine and forcing the hair on my nape to stand tall. I was certainly used to its cold breeze but now I no longer have a fire to keep me warm, I will simply have to embrace the factors of the night.
"Ma'am, are you cold?" the boy wearing green inquired, coming to my side
"I'm fine." I plainly stated, cutting off conversation
His eyebrows furrowed, he spoke, "well, you don't exactly look fine"
A sigh was let out, its essence evaporating into the air. I haven't even known of this boy for long and yet I can already see what he is, stubborn.
"Leorio was right, those cuts look deep" he said, unexpectedly gripping my arm to look at the battle wounds
'So that is his name' I thought My eyes widened in shock, quickly yanking my arm away from the boy. He just stared at me confused at my sudden action while I gently caressed my arm.
"Gon-" his blonde haired friend called out, rushing to his side, the lanky man waddling close behind
"I deeply apologize on his behalf for his abrupt action" the blonde spoke, resting his hand on gon's shoulder
