154Chapter 48: OMAKE 6(Extra)
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A/N: Here is the sixth omake/extra. Enjoy!
~OMAKE START~
VERY FIRST FRIEND
"Watch it, Demon!"
THUD!
Big cerulean crystals beamed up at the tall black-clad figure towering over them. Confusion…or maybe it was fear that made the blue eyes glow brighter beneath dirtied blonde bangs. The four year old blonde had seen similarly dressed strangers watching him from short distances away, but this was the first time one of the dark figures had come so close to him. If it was not for the throbbing on the blonde's knees, the boy would have attempted a quick escape.
Cerulean orbs widened and the blonde's tiny body tensed up when the black-clad figure knelt down in front of him, reaching out to wrap their arms around the boy's body. The boy found himself being cradled against the stranger's chest while the other stood upright. Under the dark hood, blue eyes were able to take in the white mask decorated with eight sharp black lines, four on each side of the mask. Two of the lines curved below the mouth while the other two swept over the eyes. For a moment, the boy could have sworn he could see a red glow in the place of eyes.
His attention was pulled away from the stranger's mask and over to the civilian he had accidently bumped into. Small hands unconsciously grasped tightly to the soft black material of the stranger's shirt as cerulean eyes took in the shaking form of the one who had pushed him down just seconds ago. Another black form appeared behind the fear-stricken civilian, a gloved hand grabbing hold of the man's upper arm and tugging him away from the blonde and his silent savor. Just as the young boy was beginning to relax, the stranger leaped onto a nearby roof and started in the direction of the hospital. The blonde became a squirming mess, causing the one carrying him to falter before coming to a complete stop.
"N-no! No hos-hostipital!" The four year old shouted in protest, his tongue tripping over the word 'hospital'.
Nothing ever good happened to the blonde in the hospital. He was always being poked and prodded with sharp, scary things. The blonde's cries of distress halted abruptly when something colorful was thrust into his line of vision. Cerulean orbs blinked in surprise at the orange stuffed frog being held out for him. Hesitantly, a small hand reached out and took the offered plushy. Instead of thanking the stranger right away like any other child his age would, the blonde held the orange frog close to his chest while staring up at the masked man holding him. This allowed for the right amount of a distraction the black-clad figure needed as the blonde found himself being set down on a stark white hospital bed with a reluctant doctor standing nearby.
"I do not understand why I am here. The de—"
The medic's words were cut off by the powerful grip on the collar of his uniform top. The grip was choking the man, tightening with every second that passed. Blue eyes watched the tense scene, unsure of what to make of the black-clad man giving the white-clad man a jarring shaking. Trembling hands glowing green were immediately hovering over the blonde's scrapped knee, healing the broken tissue as if nothing had happened. As soon as the medic was finished healing the four year old, he fled the room. The blonde's surprised cerulean eyes whipped away from the door and up to the black-clad man whose hand was currently ruffling the boy's hair. The day seemed so surreal to the blonde, who was now tucked into his bed in the apartment the Hokage was renting for him. The stranger never said anything, but had unknowingly become the blonde's very first friend. Clutching the orange frog plushy to him, the blonde faded into a happy dream.