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New Boy in the Town. Vineyard Garden.

Nahom passed through several city quarters in his search. He asked the passersby where a certain boy lived who matched his description. Some of the passersby didn't know such a person and some refused to talk to him. One lady looked at him with such dumb indignation that a slave dared to speak to her. Nahom only shrugged his shoulders. He was in the most fashionable area of the town with only large and rich villas from the left to the right of him. The boy expected that some people here would be too arrogant to condescend to talk with a slave. He was sure that he didn't violate any laws, nevertheless he didn't like the look of that lady. "If that arrogant snob complains to the police about me, I don't want to deal with them," he thought and turned the corner. Then he walked a few blocks before he saw an old fruit merchant in a small shop at the corner of the street. "He certainly knows everyone around," Nahom thought.

He went to the old man.

"I'm looking for a boy," he told him and described the person he sought in full detail. The old man looked at him incredulously.

"Are you sure, kid, that you want to find this...hmm... person?"

"Yes, that's right," Nahom replied.

"You're talking about Mr. Banks' son, are you not?" The old man narrowed his eyes. "I never thought that a slave like you would look for him. What do you want, in the name of all, from that... hmm... boy?"

"My master wants to know where this Mister, as you said, Banks lives. He wants to offer him something. I do not know what, I'm just a slave. He asked me to find his house."

Nahom lied without batting an eye. But he felt a little ashamed that he was lying to the old man.

"Well, well," the old man grinned. "Well, you will find a big white mansion with a big garden at the end of that street. Just so you know, kid, I would advise you to stay away from that place."

Nahom thanked the old man and went in the direction he had indicated. "Yes, the old man is right. I will try to keep away from that George Banks as far as possible. But not from his house. Never!" he thought.

It was only a couple of days after the gymnastic show where Nahom had met Eric. All during those days the boy had thought only about Lion Cub: his eyes, his smile, his magnificent body. And when his thoughts went to the tightly crocheted white fabric on Eric's crotch, Nahom felt like he began to lose consciousness. Nevertheless, he would be happy to just spend time with Eric. Just talk, just touch his hand. He had wanted to say so much after the show when they held hands. But they were interrupted.

"Again you disappear somewhere, dirty bantling!" A rough, shrill voice came from beside Nahom. Eric let go of his hand. His face grew serious and he lowered his head.

"I am entertaining guests, Master," he said. His master, George Banks, came closer to the boys.

"You are spending too much time... You!? You're here!" he exclaimed and stared at Nahom , then looked evilly at Eric.

"You entertain slaves! Are you out of your mind?!" he cried. Then he grabbed a stick from one of the guards. "I'll show you how to spend time talking with slaves."

George swung and struck Eric on his back with all his might. Lion Cub gritted his teeth and frowned, but didn't utter a sound. Before Nahom's eyes everything swam as he saw the bastard beating Eric. His fists clenched; Nahom was ready to jump like a panther onto the vile George and strangle him on the spot. He probably would have, but Sophie came forward.

"Don't you dare beat Lion Cub!" the girl cried.

"Ah, young lady." George looked at Sophie with a grin. "Did you see the show? Did you like it? Have you talked with Lion Cub? What else do you want? Get out now!"

"Don't talk to my mistress like that!" Nahom intervened.

"Do you want to be beaten too, slave?" George swung to hit him. However, at the last second, Eric rushed forward and shielded Nahom with his body. At that moment his face was an inch from Nahom's. With a loud sound the stick hit Eric's back and he winced again with pain. Nahom's eyes opened wide and his heart sank when he saw the grimace of pain on that beautiful face so close to his own.

"Eric... " he whispered. Eric hugged him.

"Do not worry, it's okay," Eric whispered back.

George furiously struck two more blows on Eric's back. Suddenly Sophie screamed with all her strength, ran up and kicked George in the knee. He howled and pushed the girl away from him. Sophie fell to the ground. At the same instant Nahom seemed to come out of his numbness. He rushed at George and snatched his stick from him.

"Don't touch my mistress and my... " He hesitated for a split second, "Eric!" Nahom swung the stick. George backed away in fear.

"No! Don't do this!" Eric cried. At the same moment guards moved toward Nahom.

Eric ran to Nahom and grabbed the stick.

"Please, Nahom, let go." He whispered in his ear, "If you hit him, I don't know what will happen to you. And I... we will never see each other again."

Nahom dropped his hand and gave the stick to Eric. Lion Cub kicked it aside.

George saw that no one was going to hit him and again found his courage. He hissed at Nahom.

"I'll order the guards to beat you to death, dirty animal!"

At that moment Sophie ran up and wrapped her arms around Nahom.

"You won't hit him! He did nothing bad to you! He is not your slave!" she cried. George hesitated.

At that moment a tanned, muscular man approached them.

"Master George, people are looking at you," he said.

"Shut up, Jim!" George shouted in his direction. But the man continued.

"This is not good for the show. Not good for business. Your father ... he won't like it. Please, pull yourself together. Stop the brawl."

George cursed and exhaled angrily.

"Okay, okay ... Take Lion Cub and you handle him," he said disappointedly. Then he looked at Nahom and suddenly his mood improved. He grinned.

"I can't correct you as I wish. But I'll punish him." He nodded toward Eric. "For every one of your insolent words, for your insolent glances, he will today be given a lash with a rough, hard whip. I'm sure you don't know what this kind of whip is. It tears the skin and after every lash on your friend's body he will drip another drop of blood. Today there will be a lot of such droplets. As payment for your insolence."

At these words Nahom felt all squeezed inside. Now he began to understand how really impotent a slave was and how stupid it was to start this brawl. He saw that Eric will suffer because of him. He will suffer much more than he would have if Nahom hadn't tried to protect him. The boy stood unable to move.

George, satisfied with his reaction, turned around and walked away. At that moment Eric touched Nahom's shoulder.

"Do not worry. He would punish me anyway. This is just one of his reasons to whip me. I'm used to it," he whispered to Nahom. Then he touched his hair. "And you were very brave. A real gladiator." Eric winked at him. Then he and that man named Jim were gone.

After those events Nahom decided to find Eric. He could not wait for the next event in which Lion Cub would appear in the near future. He felt that he had to find him and see him for himself.

In fact Nahom didn't yet know how lucky he would be that day.

Instead of training, Eric was sent to work in the garden. Coach Jim decided that the boy needed a little change of activity and the manager of the Banks' house came up with a job for him on a small vineyard in the garden.

Nahom walked around the Banks' estate on all sides and realized that it would be best to enter through the garden. There he could hide and watch the slaves to figure out how to find Eric.

Nahom jumped over the fence and found himself in the vineyard. After going a short distance he noticed a movement on his side. He turned quickly and through the hanging grape vines he saw the one he was looking for. Eric paused for a moment to rest and wipe the sweat from his forehead. Nahom froze, completely fascinated by this view. (to be continued)

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My Boku no Hero Academia's OC, Ghost Boy. His name is Tomoe, and he can be sometimes "Ghost", so the pshyhical things doesn't hurt him. If you try to It shout him, goes trough his body, but it doesn't hurt him at all, he doesn't feel it. I love him💕💕 maybe I'll draw him more often in the future :3