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Storm let out a soft giggle at the other boy's reaction. Sure, they were worms now but his daddy had said that they would become beautiful someday, and grow wings. Then they would fly far away, and see wonderful things..Storm wanted to fly away with Mos and show him wonderful things..Maybe someday..But right now, he was just a 'worm'.

Storm had an amused look in his eyes, but his face was close to looking completly blank. The pinked haired boy gestured for Mos to follow him down the ladder again and he started down before the other boy.
He hadn't made it past the second step when he lost his footing and slipped, but he made no sound, and his expression lacked surprise. But from his eyes you could tell that the wolf boy was extremly frightened. Storm quickly grabbed on to a part of the ladder to stop his fall, and he froze, his eyes were glazed over and he lacked all expression. The pink haired boy seemed lifeless as he hung there, like he was in his own world.

Storm finally looked up, his face still blank, and suddenly he was over whelmed with a sickening feeling. This seemed somewhat familiar.... The pinked haired boy's eyes widened and tears gathered in his eyes. He saw a figure reaching out to him, offering to help him. Though it was Mos, Storm saw someone diffrent.. An older boy with pointed ears that resembled Storm's, and pink hair with a single red braid.
He had seen this person, but where?
"Mikage!!" Storm screamed in a shrill voice without knowing why, shaking his head violently. Who is Mikage? What does he want? All he knew was that he wanted to get away from him, he would do anything to get away!
Storm released his grip on the ladder, feeling his body falling downward in what seemed to be slow motion. He saw that figure getting further and further away, and finally he felt safe, closing his eyes.
Storm felt something warm, and he stoped falling, but he didn't open his eyes. He didn't care where he was.

Gabo looked up at Mos in the tree house, a terrified look on his face. He was out of breath, and it was clear that he came running when he heard the scream. What had happened?
Gabo looked down at Storm in his arms and gulped, then looked up at Mos again. Thank the Gods he had caugh him..He didn't want to scare Storm's one and only friend, so he tried to act calm. "Mos..Why don't you come down now and play with Storm inside, okay?"

Storm smiled slightly, feeling Mos run his pale fingers through his braid. It felt so good, he just wanted to sleep, feeling this feeling always, never waking up.

"It's okay, Mos. You know how Storm is, he's fine. He's just in his own world right now. He'll wake up later." It seemed as if Gabo was trying to convince himself more then Mos..
He opened the sliding door, walking in and setting Storm on a blanket on the floor. "Just stay by him and he'll be fine. Let him know you're here, and he'll want to come back to you."

Storm was completly in the dark, there was no movement, no sound. He was sitting on the floor of a small room, staring at a wooden door across from him unblinkingly. A beam of light flooded the room as the door slowly opened, a shadowy figure stood in the door way.
"Silent and unmoving as usual? You haven't moved from this spot at all." The figure's steps echoed in the room as it came closer to Storm.
"I over heard mom and dad say that they're going to send you away.." The voice sounded honestly sorrowful, and the words hung in the silence. "No one understands you like I do, Storm. I understand you, without words."
Storm felt a sharp pain as a handful of his long, purple and red, unbraided hair was snatched and pulled roughly. But he did not react.
His was lifted from the ground by his hair, the tips of his toes grazing the floor.

Storm's body twitched as Mos touched his finger nails, and a small whimper excaped from his slightly parted lips.

Storm's arm acted on it's own accord and pushed Mos over roughly, then the pink haired boy opened his eyes slowly. He blinked once, then turned his head to look at Mos. MOS! Storm tried to make the words come out, but the best he could do was mouth the word.

Storm smiled and sat up, leaning over to hug his black haired friend. He had been so scared! But it was okay now, he was save.. He had Mos to protect him.. Atleast he hoped.

Storm fliched slightly as Mos' hand got uncomfortably close to his face, but after a moment he relaxed. It was Mos.. Mos could touch him if he wanted. Mos would never do anything bad to him.
The pink haired boy smiled at his friend, giving him the okay.