Lost

England, Birmingham. Year 1909.

The empty streets were cuddled by silence, the only sounds that were heard were of the drunkards talking to themselves outside of the closed pubs. The night sky was decorated with countless twinkling dots of hope, however, for one boy it was simply an eyesore.

The boy, Kuro, stood outside of the building with his head facing the sky and his hands in his pockets. Contrary to the fact that he hated the stars, he couldn't stop himself from looking at the night sky- it was a habit of his, picked up in his younger days. Though he was born in England he was mixed with Japanese. The boy had short, straight jet black hair styled in an undercut curtain. He had dull gray eyes. Due to his inability to sleep most nights, dark circles had formed underneath his eyes, giving him a more intimidating look. He had been in many fights- in fact it wouldn't be an understatement to say he has been fighting all his life. Having participated in so many fights, his body was forced to strengthen itself- his physique became well-developed and muscular, yet was still slim. Over the years, his facial expression adopted an emotionless expression- more often than not, many people would constantly see him frowning.

He was wearing a black dress shirt that was unbuttoned untidily with black pants that matched. He wore cheap dress shoes, however, they weren't poorly made- it was obvious that the boy had some sort of steady income.

The particular building that he was standing outside of, was a dry cleaning den. Men would come and have their clothes washed and dried, However, that was just what people believed on the outside. Kuro knew better, he was all too used to this place. Additionally, to washing and drying clothes, the building was also a brothel. Prostitutes would have sex with the men as they had their clothes washed. It was one of the reasons he couldn't sleep at night.

*Creak!*

The creaks of the old wooden door sounded off behind Kuro, however, he didn't take his eyes off the sky. The sound of footsteps continued to grew closer. It was an Irish man, he slowed his pace the closer he got to Kuro, yet he didn't stop walking. He had his coat hanging over his arm indicating that he had just got done receiving service. As he passed Kuro, he looked him up and down with a slightly provoking look.

Kuro didn't pay him any attention and continued gazing at the sky with his indifferent expression. Soon enough the man stepped off of the deck and walked down the steps, leaving the building. At this moment was when Kuro glanced toward the man.

Kuro didn't like these kind of men, but he was mature enough to know that he should not make a scene in front of this building, it would only slow down business for them. Besides if he did make such a scene Mr. Zhang would probably kick him out of the room he was living in. Mr. Zhang is the man who runs this whole building, he allowed Kuro to stay here due to his mother, she was a friend of Mr. Zhang and a couple of the prostitutes.

Moments later the door behind Kuro creaked once more, and the footsteps that approached him was lighter than the Irish man's.

"I knew I'd find you out here.". Said a feminine voice, there was an obvious Chinese accent.

Kuro didn't need to look back to see who it was that was talking to him, he was already familiar with this woman.

"When are you going to get some sleep? It's dangerous out here." She asked.

"I'm sure it's just as dangerous to lay with strangers you've never met before as well-" He stopped short since he saw that the woman was glaring at him from the side of his eye.

"I'm grown, I do what I have to do to get by and you know that. You are only sixteen, you shouldn't be hanging with those- those thugs! You could be doing something else with your life..." she said with a bit of anger.

The boy sat quiet for a moment before he replied dryly.

"Why are you out here, What do you want?" he said. He still hadn't taken his eyes off of the dark distance.

The woman remained quiet. She knew that the boy in front of her wasn't being rude- or at least not intentionally. He had been this way since his mother's death. She walked up closer to him and looked up at his face.

(In Chinese)"Look at me." Said the woman. However Kuro continued looking in the distance where the Irish man had long disappeared from.

(In Chinese)" I said look at me!" She said once more, this time with a little more authority in her voice.

Kuro finally looked at the woman, making eye contact. Although he wasn't Chinese, it was pretty much mandatory for where he lived, that he had to learn it. Over the years the woman in front of him taught him as much of the language as she could. The woman stared at Kuro, his dulled eyes not showing even an ounce of happiness. She looked at him, her lips shaking slightly as if she was about to cry.

(In Chinese)"Kuro, you can get killed doing this. What would your mother say to you if she saw this?" She asked, her voice shaking.

Although the woman in front of him was somewhat of a mother figure to him, even now he couldn't comfort her. He knew what she wanted, however, had long lost his desire to smile and laugh. He stared into her eyes and then spoke…

(In Chinese)"Good thing she can't see me." He said, before walking off the deck and disappearing into the dark streets of Birmingham.

The woman stood there, tears clouded her sight, making the disappearing figure of Kuro blur. As she watched him walk further down the street, blending with the darkness she spoke lowly almost like a prayer, for only her to hear.

"Aoi, I'm trying my best. If only you were still here...". She also missed her long lost friend, she lost apart of her the day her friend died. Now that she was watching Kuro leave, it made her feel like she was failing her friend.

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Hey peeps. This story, I am not taking too serious. This one chapter is basically something I did out of boredom. I may post more if I get bored enough to do it.

I guess you can look at this as a trailer or a preview maybe?