The beginning

"Tag, you're it!" a voice appeared from behind Kami. "I've been chasing you down from the casino!" The 14 year old turned around to a small child, around the age 8, below him. He had skinny arms and legs, messy black hair waving through the wind, and big, somewhat familiar eyes staring up. The boy looked up smiling, "Your it, Kami!"

Kami, who is pretty sure he has never seen this boy in his life, let alone told him his name, was deeply confused on why this kid came up to him. Nervously, he asked, "Are you lost? I can help find your parents.." The kid's smile dropped face into a frown, looking like he's about to cry.

"You..you don't remember me?" the kid stumbled, a shocked, confused look on his face. "Its me...it's #####!"

Kami couldn't hear his name properly. Must have been the wind that muffered out his name. "Im sorry, can you repeat that?"

On the brink of tears, the kid shouted, "It's me! Its #####!" Kami still couldn't hear his name. "One more time please.."

Tears started falling down on his face. His big eyes became small as he yelled out, "IT'S ME! IT'S #####!!" Kami stuttered back. He still couldn't hear his name, and he was sure it wasn't the wind that was blocking his name out, because he heard his 'It's me' loud as is.

"Do.. do you not remember me...from the casino..?" the kid mumbled. "There was ###..and ######..and ####. Do you not remember them?" Again, whatever this boy said, was being scratched out from something. Something that didn't want Kami to hear what this boy was saying.

"IT'S ME! ITS #####! WE MET AT THE CASINO!!"

Casino? Casino? What is this boy talking about? I've never been to a casino before, or seen this boy. Did this boy escape from a metal facility?

"I'm sorry kid, but I have never met you before, and I have no idea what you're talking about. I have to go back to my house so I'm afraid I have to go-"

"No!" The kid's sudden scream almost made Kami lose his footing. "No! Please! Don't leave me! I finally found you again, Kami.."

Unsure of what the boy meant by that, Kami just then noticed that the boy who had been yelling and crying had no shoes. He has been more focused on what the boy was talking about then his appearance. Looking closely, he was wearing a baggy, dirty t-shirt that appeared not to be washed for months and shorts being held up by a rope.

"If you want, you can come by my house to get some new clothes.." Kami offered without thinking. But the boy's eyes lit up. "Really Kami!?"

Kami nodded his head. "Come, follow me this way" he said as he led the way, the boy skipping right behind him with excitement.