Let Me Know What I've Done Wrong. (PiratesInLove)

Chapter One

A young man skidded around a corner, shouting in alarm when he nearly crashed into the wall in front of him. Making a sharp turn, he hightailed it toward the docks, not daring to look back as furious screams and curse words were tossed in his direction from behind, ragged men pumping their legs determinedly to catch up to him. A small shift in his shirt caused him to pat it reassuringly, covering up the frightened squeak coming from his chest with a large exhale of breath, sweat dripping down his forehead as the sun beat down on his back as he ran.

Leaping over barrels, he gripped the sword sheath dangled off the side of his belt cautiously, knowing full well that if he used it here then he would definitely be sent to the gallows. Young and reckless, the man had somehow managed to anger a gang by stealing their money, and another precious thing that anyone would kill to have. "Get back 'ere with my dragon, brat!" The lead one called, voice threateningly raising to a dangerous pitch. "Hand it over and no one gets hurt!"

That, Vincent knew, was a lie. He knew that if he stopped and gave up, he would be in Davy Jones locker before he could say 'sweet Heaven almighty.' So, pushing on with all he had, he continued, dodging obstacles and sliding under carriages, ignoring the enraged hollers of the coachmen. Panting heavily, he scaled a ladder attached to a building, taking to the skies and leaping to each roof. He was vaguely aware of the bandits jumping after him, but Vincent was more focused on not misplacing his foot and falling to his death.

Grunting as he tucked and rolled as he landed back on the ground, the brunette ignored the singing pain in his ankle as he sprinted. Digging his heels into the cobblestone, he sharply turned a corner leading to the ships and putting a couple feet in between his pursuers. Eyes scanning the boardwalk, he dove underneath the dock and huddled in the shadows, ignoring his rapidly dampening and dandy pants. Thunderous footsteps skidded to a halt above him, some pebbles falling loose and pelting him painfully.

Hissing quietly, Vincent, hugged himself protectively and curled into a small ball, nervously holding his breath and crossing his fingers. "Huh? Wh-where'd he go?" One of the goons asked, voice laced heavily with continuously burning flames, enough to make said man shiver. "Dunno, but he couldn't have gotten far. This way, boys!" The gruff shout resonated, the pounding and annoyed shouts growing further and further away. Releasing a breath he didn't know he had been holding, the brunette slowly opened his coat, watching in fascination as a tiny scaled being slithered out of his shirt cautiously.

It was even more breathtaking in the sunlight. It's light gray scales glittered fantastically, with lavender fluff curling around its dark horns and leading down to its tail. It snorted, a tiny puff of smoke emitting from the nostrils, and curled up in his lap contentedly. With a grin that stretched far wider then possible, Vincent carefully scratched the dragon and said to it, "I'm gonna call ya Firework. Fire, for short." He announced, chuckling as it nuzzled further into him.

Magic and Dragons were outlawed in Yamitero, due to mages rebelling against the government countless times. Those with Magic or owned Supernaturals were sent to be executed immediately, with no trial or argument. Yamitero is a distant cousin of the famous Yamato, an island which only allows trade or fishing ships to rest at the docks. Due to its corrupt leadership and rules, not many come to visit anymore. Since Vincent was on the Most Wanted list, he had to lay low and stay silent.

Carefully setting Firework on his shoulder, he crawled out onto the beach, standing up and dusting himself off. Glancing around at the multitude of ships ready to set sail again, the male by his lip. He could either stay on this piece of land and be forced to run for the rest of his pathetic life, or he could stow away on a ship and wait for its neck port to escape. Taking a deep breath and dutifully choosing which path he would prefer, he darted for the boats, sand spraying behind him as he slid onto one of the docks. Grunting when he nearly crashed into one of the sails, he crawled into a floor cabinet in the kitchen and leaned back against it, slowly stroking his new companion.

This would be a long trip.

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ALRIGHT! First chapter is out, like a boss! I know I said that Vincent had reddish-brown hair, but let's pretend he believes to be a brunette, because he never really gave himself a good look in the mirror when he could, okay? Okay. Thanks for reading, bye for now! <3