Baby Fangs [Open/Introduction]

"..."

A child with raven black hair, pale skin and reddish-brown eyes laid there, on a bed, in an unknown place. Dust filled air and a cold temperature, a fluffy yet stale bed greeted his feeble spine, and a harsh pillow to his skull. A thin blanket over his dirty, scratched body. And next to him? Next to him lie his stuffed rabbit, Oscar, and his bags on a chair next to the weak, old bed frame.

This boy went by Ahote, given by his parents. Ah... yes, his parents. They were nothing but faces he had saw the other days, prior to these fateful events. His body was weak, and mind, weaker. His arms would lie limp against the top of the bed sheets, eyes fixing their gaze to the ceiling. It had a foreign scent, this room. He was clearly no longer near Magnolia. Magnolia had... a sweeter smell. But this was no different after last night.

"...Eh?"

Ahote muttered out weak words, lips struggling to part with one another. He recalled... being lost deep into the woods, around the East Forest of Magnolia Town. Yes, yes. He remembered giving into the fatigue of walking and hiking, back against a tree at night in the thick, lush but dead trees. He remembered starving and dehydrating, on the brink of death. He remembered bags under his eyes from the waking horror of the loneliness, unable to maintain sleep. He also remembered something... soft?

Ahote flinched to the thought, his fingers gliding across the blanket over him with a sudden sensation of deja vu. - He remembered meeting a lady in darkness, and was covered with a blanket. She was a pretty lady, and mused with him until he fell unconscious, into her arms. After that, he resorted to his own dream world, where everything was just as confusing as the reality he had desperately been clawed from. It was the same world of clearness and fog of which he woke from in his old bedroom, in his house, with his mother. It was even foggier this time, clouds filled the sky and the waters were even deeper. It was frightening but he felt an odd sense of comfort from it's darkness.

Ahote sighed and slowly raised himself from the pillow and mattress, a pain in his head and the back-breaking fatigue consuming his body. His head hurt. But he couldn't say it was a headache. "Ouch..." He cupped his hand to his forehead, in hopes of physically soothing the ache, "Wh... where am I?" He asked himself in a small, soft voice as his eyes scanned the room. It seemed worn down, and dark, despite the light falling in from the small window to his side.

He looked around to the same places in silence with an almost-dead expression on his face, it hurt too much to make out any gestures or faces of pain, pleasure, or discomfort. It was odd. He longed for human contact, or even better, the arms of the ones he fell into last night. Was it even last night? Days could of passed by now before he awoke from that state, not realizing how malnourished he truly was, even now. His body was bony and bags still rested beneath his eyes. His flesh still pale, he was left alone in the infirmary.

"...Hello?"  

He called out to no one, in hopes some someone's voice coming to his rescue.

AND NOW ITS ENDING IN MY RESURRECTION

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Everything happened so quickly. Last night, waking up, and coming eye to eye with a darker haired young woman. She didn't seem too much older than he was, but that wasn't the problem at hand. She had big, pretty blue eyes and light skin, all beautifully stitched together by cells. Were all the people he had met so enchantingly lovely? But one event led to another, his mind desperately clinging to it's pace, almost unable to keep up. It was of no help to the mysterious pain in his head, either.

She commented on his looks the very moment she approached, and caused him to look at himself as well. He did look terrible! He could see the outline of his bones press against his skin, and began to grope around his face with his weak, shaky hands, feeling the small bags under his eyes begin to fade, but were still very present. This feels weird... He thought to himself, unable to muster up the strength to speak just yet, let alone move. But then, the sweetest smell he hadn't detected for days approached him with a warm embrace of scents. It was the end of his hunger and the start of his energy, it was food. His dead eyes seemed to have glimmered upon it's arrival, the lady had offered it to him almost pitifully. He took the container with no words, but with curious eyes.

But there it laid, on his lap, with weak, steady hands, hesitant to unravel it's contents without a proper thank you. He slowly peered to the big blue eyed young woman, opening his mouth to speak, but nothing other than body heat seemed to roll off his tongue. His voice? It was so feeble, it would take his undivided attention to speak. He dearly dreaded not being able to thank her, but stare at her with weak, red eyes. They had a shallow... sadness hidden in between desperation and a desire for human contact.

She then asked him his name, and had some strength to say as little as that. But, something held him back from engaging in conversation. He had no idea who this person was, or where he was, for that matter. No one here had familiar faces. And he laid there, frightful. But it was not long after that a familiar face joined the duo, hearing her dismiss the blue-eyed woman with a bit of disappointment or impatience in her tone. It was sort of intimidating and questionable. Did she have some kind of authority to these people? But the question had appeared yet again, and his name was apparently top priority.

Slowly, Ahote turned his head to face his 'saviour', a weak, but dead-like smile frozen to his quivering lips. "...Ahote." He spoke in a weak, trembling voice. Dry and unsettling, arms hesitant to reach out for the apple. "....Can I... eat it?..." He pointed to the fruit with the same weak voice. But... So pleading.

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Ahote nibbled on the skin of the apple, a taste as vivid as the red on it's flesh greeting his tastes, the juices moistening his dry, soft lips. As it seemed, it was a simple apple that seemed to be plucked out from a basic area but it was the first thing Ahote wanted to see after starving. He had never been so happy to eat such a common, insignificant fruit. He only had the strength to bite down a few more times before his session was peacefully interrupted by the slick words of his acquaintance. Words rolled off her tongue so slyly, it was shockingly enchanting. But also a bit frightful.

Ahote listened to her carefully, impatient and eager to resume his nibbling. Her questions were unexpected, but realistic seeing as he was the only one who knew why he was out there. He spoke quietly and softly, not sure of how much to tell her. He didn't know what to say, exactly. He spoke awkwardly, starting to speak but then cutting it off with an 'Uhmm...' or starting a new statement and letting it fade to silence before answering her. But finally, he mustered up the courage to let it all pry through his lips into their ears. "I ran away from my home, Fairy Tail, Mommy in Magnolia Town so I could be like the heroes in picture books. The ones that do honorable favors and earn a name. Isn't that cool? But... I couldn't do it at home. I only got to see Daddy once, and Uncle Heero was busied with other things. So... I thought... I thought that if I ran into the woods, I could come back super strong! But I don't know if they want me back or not. I don't know if Mommy misses me. I didn't mean to end up in your... place. I'm sorry..." He began to tear up, his childlike nature getting the best of him, not wanting to move around. Tears clogged in the corners of his eyes, but why was he sad? He didn't know if he wanted to go home or not. And frankly, he wanted to get to know everyone here. But, as he jerked his head away from her prying eyes, he... noticed something in the corner? Something, glowing? At first he thought it was just some glowing objects but as he turned, he noticed that it's gaze followed him. After a small moment of silence and blank expression, his countenance turned into one of horror and fright, frozen. "Wh-What is that? W-Who are you??!..."

AND NOW ITS ENDING IN MY RESURRECTION

Sorry for typos or if the post is ew. I posted this when I was reaaallly tired.

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Ahote looked toward the flashing eyes in the darkness, listening to Famine in an idle state. He was more focused on the sudden appearance of... Sol? Or, that was his name, at least. He couldn't but remain intimidated from him, not hearing him enter the room to find him suspiciously observing the two in the shadows.

But, the fright had faded to blankness as he continued to listen to his introduction. A faint, weak smile spread across his lips as he finished. Though having an odd appearance, he seemed friendly, at least. In fact, everyone was friendly to him. Ever since he woke up. Ahote became lost in thought, trying to gather together all the of the information that was fed to him ever since he woke up. There wasn't much to analyze, and he more or less only got to have one sided conversations with everyone.

In fact, he came to the conclusion that he knew nothing about anyone here. Even the person on the foot of his bed. - No, her name went unknown. He didn't even know where he was, his surroundings were so different, he could hardly tell that he wasn't out of the country. He began to tense up again, he didn't know how far he was from home or if he should stay here or not. He could hardly walk, let alone keep his eyes open. So 'running away' would be futile, and they have shown no threat whatsoever. In fact, he owed the very person on the foot of the bed his life.

But then he froze. How could he be so ungrateful?! His ignorance of his childlike nature nearly slayed him where he fell, yet saved by this woman, accompanied by the merciless kindness of the people who came to see him. He felt the sudden obligation to return the favor, but decided not to bring it up at this moment, he first had to figure out where he was.

"W-Well... uhm... can I ask something? Where am I? Who are you people?" He began to look around the room. This particular spot seemed to be some sort of nursing room or infirmary, that was obvious. Beyond that, he was clueless, and felt no reason to leave until he repaid the favor.

"Everyone's so nice here... and that nice lady over on my bed helped me! I... I would like to return the favor..." He smiled under his breath, tears clogging in the corners of his eyes. It was too late, he couldn't help but let the pearls of joy fall down his cheeks. "I... I really, really want to repay the favor! Everyone has treated me so well, even if it hasn't even been a day! M-Maybe one of you can show me around? This place seems cool... The Fairy Tail Guild Hall is nothing like this! Hehe."

It was just like that, Ahote already felt happier.

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Ahote listened carefully between muffling sobs, his nose all wet and his eyes blurred by the tears. It was a lot to take in at the moment, this... place. Basilisk Fang, it was called. And he was safe. As safe as he could be. Perhaps it was the nostalgia of the moment that made him feel some comfortable, or perhaps it was his desperation for human contact that made him feel so embraced. So embraced...

But it was at that thought that the face of his mother crossed his mind. What was she to think of this encounter? He remembered her always watching over him and spoiling him with her affection, but what was that to mean now? Now that he was in debt to Basilisk Fang and this lady, he couldn't bear the thought of becoming so ungrateful that he'd break his promise after such mercy.

But that thought was quickly shunned away as Ahote began to weave another smile with his weak, dry lips, sniffling and wiping the tears away from his red-stained eyes. She said something about a him being her protege... he had no idea what that word meant. He had never heard it before, but it made him feel special. But it was also Sol who added onto the suspense of the deal he was making right now, but Ahote's feeling did not waver. And apparently, he was already given some sort of name... 'hatchling', apparently. He didn't mind. His mind was weak right now, he body was feeble. He didn't have the capacity to consider the effects of this, and could only make room for excitement and anxiety to collide as he pondered about his new found friends, soon to be close enough to call family. He had hoped that he would find what he was looking for within these arms of darkness.

"Okay! I understand!"

And with a childlike, toothy grin, Ahote was settled in staying in Basilisk Fang until further notice. Oh, how would his real family react to the so-called absurdity? His love for them did not alter, but he had enough to share.

To share with them.

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