He sees her

Originally written by a former member at writing.com

Ah crap, he saw me.

"Well," the man said with an easy slowness, "you can come down now. Rusty doesn't bite. He's just loud."

Yuki dropped down from the tree. Naked or not, there was no arguing with a man with a shotgun. He looked her up and down and sighed. "Let me guess," he said. "You were caught skinny dipping, ran away, and tried to cut through my yard on the way home when you met my dog."

"Uh, sure." His version made her sound more pitiable than running around naked because she had lousy friends.

"Well, I was young once," he said. "A long, long time ago. I know how these thing can happen."

"So, does that mean you're not going to kill me?" Yuki asked hopefully.

"Kill you? Of course not. Whatever gave you that..." He noticed the gun in his hands. "Oh. Yeah, I suppose that does look odd. But no, people get upset when I shoot their children. But anyway, why don't you come inside? I'll get you something to wear."

Yuki blinked at the offer. Clothes? Getting clothes was a lot better than getting shot. On the other hand, going naked into the house of a complete stranger seemed like a tremendously stupid idea.