Nezha one-shots and scenarios(Slow updates)

How you first meet

(Outfit above to the right is what you where, just roll with it)

You where walking a long a dirt path, trees all around you. Your parents had wanted you to move out and find a new place to live, as you where now 18. So, you decided to move into a town called Chentang pass.

'I hope the people there are kind. Dealing with people is draining.' You thought to yourself. Upon arriving at the gates, you glanced around and saw that there was many villagers out and about, buying food, talking with friends, playing games or simply just out on a leisurely stroll. It looked...................

Peaceful.

Smiling to yourself, you walked up to a stand selling apples and purchased one, thanking the seller and walking off with a wave as you took a bite from your new snack. Just as you where about to ask a villager if there was an inn you could stay at in the mean time while you find a house, you heard a voice.

"Ten......."

All the townsfolk stopped what they were doing.

"Nine........."

The voice belonged to a male, and he sounded bored. you scanned the surrounding area, trying to locate the source of the voice.

"Eight............"

Before You could take a step in the direction the voice was coming from, a girly scream erupted from a fairly strong looking male, surprising you.

"Run! It's Nezha!"

Abruptly everyone began screaming and running, finding places to hide. All the while, the voice kept on counting.

"Seven........"

You watched as people ran into each other, taking a bite out of your apple as you began walking towards the source of the voice.

"Six........"

People slammed their shutters closed, you heard the voice getting a little closer.

"Five........"

A little boy ran into your feet, you picked him up a gave him  to the nearest woman, who ran off with him in her arms.

"Four............"

You continued walking towards the voice. It sounded even more lazy up close than it did far away.

"Three............"

You rounded a corner, the source of the voice, a boy, stood with his back turned to you.

"Two........."

"One." You finished.

The boy froze up, slowly turning to face you. You giggled quietly at the look of surprise on his face.

"I thought we were counting, aren't you supposed to say zero?" You asked.

The boy was tall, his hair flowing in the air and a red mark on his forehead, as well as small red lines on his cheeks. Metal rings sat at the back of his ankles, and he had baggie black pants on, with a pattern of red flames at the bottom. His shirt was sleeve-less and ripped up, but it fit his aesthetic well. None of these where what really caught your attention, though. It was his eyes that did, they where a beautiful blood red, unlike any shade you had ever seen.

"O-oh, um, zero?" It came out more as a question, the boy tilting his head to the side curiously. "Are..... are you not afraid of me?"

"No, should I be?" You questioned him.

"I mean, everyone else is so why......?" The boy mumbled, shaking his head afterward as if to rid the thoughts from his mind.

"My name is (Y/N), what's yours?" You asked, offering your hand for him to shake, throwing your neglected apple away. It took a moment of silence, before the boy reached out and took your hand, shaking it gently, almost testingly.

"Nezha..... My name is Nezha."