We stood in front of each other analyzing and calculating. Both of us had a feeling. It was a feeling felt for only one person in a lifetime. A feeling that either you have met your future best friend or your future greatest enemy. Either way it was a feeling of meeting your equal... But it was not like both of us were going to just admit it like that. We were too stubborn, too proud.
Just like at some silent command both of us moved at the same time. We passed each other without a last glance, keeping our heads high.
It was our first meeting. He was six, I was five. It was a few days after that accident. Accident which left me without both parents. Well, my father was still alive, but I didn't recognized him as father after that he did. After he killed my mother. Not like he had any choice...