Worldwide Harem [bl]

Chapter 2: Trash Bin Child!?

Recap:

The city was enormous. It was beautiful. And so much colour. There were obelisks that rose into the sky casting their shadows across the rest ground. They marked the districts and were built of stone.

The city held an equally impressive arena, for sports and games that drew people from all around the world to watch men fighting with Raptors and all these other creatures.

People were lining up to queue inside, some dressed in bright blues, yellows, reds, and some with hats. Some were dressed in sandy brown colours that matched the sands from beyond the city walls. But nobody cared about fashion, they were there simply for the games.

Stall upon stall lined the streets. The smell of mouth-watering delicacy wafting through the air.

'Welcome to the city of Fortune. Where hopefully your dreams come true~'

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I wonder the bustling streets aimlessly. I watched my feet take steps across the dirt, my dusty canvas sneakers next to the bare or covered feet of passerby's. Pondering on what on what to do now.

The same questions kept repeating in my head. Why was it me? Why am I here? What do I even do?

Without realizing it I walk straight into a the wall without realising it. A soft yelp escapes my lips as I rub my now sore nose.

I stood in a deserted alley way. The sound of leaky sewage pipes and the sound of occasional clattering of metal. And the sound of crying. Also rustling leaves and...

Wait what?!

Crying!?

My head darts towards the moving trash bin.

Is it a rubbish monster!?

Wait it sounds like a child.

My eyes widen at the new found realization. My body moves spontaneously towards the metal object. Every cry broke my heart. I slowly peel the lid off. Revealing a skinny and malnourished child dressed only in rags. Eating food scraps that were probably spoiled. It smelt of spoiled milk.

At the site my heart broke. He looks so timid like a cub that needed the protection of a mother.

This is it!

My purpose....

To be a parent to all. A shoulder to lean on. Someone to give love to people.

A fire burned in my eyes, one of determination. I would do my very best!

My eyes trail to the frightened child. I realised I was just staring at him.

"Oh I'm so sorry child. You must be starving. C'mon let's get you out of here."

The timid child continued to stare at me quietly. Before mumbling.

"Are you my angel?"

It was a young adult who looked no older then 25. His soft curls of hair were the colour of starlight, framing his flawless face. Dressed in a midnight robe that contrasted gorgeously against the pale skin and silver locks of hair. It fell over his still-blossoming shoulders. 

His Long, wavy white hair, so smooth and silky, almost as if it was tailored from gold fabric, seemed to act like white wings. They draped down his back, as if feathers rippling in the noon breeze. The man that walked in could have graced any billboard or magazine cover. His tall frame and slender body were like of an model. His blue eyes, like the sky, were calm and gentle.

He was handsome from the depth of his eyes to the gentle expressions of his voice

A melodious chuckle left his lips. His laughter was so free and pure, so childish despite his adult years.