In The End, It Doesn't Even Matter…..

When he knew he was gonna die, the fear in his eyes was like that once when he was a wee bit of nothin'. This was maybe one of the hundreds of time ah saw that panicked look, but after his goals were set, this was the last time ah saw that expression. When that little nun died, 'er expression was no longer Yumie, but Yumiko. How could Yumiko understand that, except understand the risks that she had been taking all along? Heinkel, so head strong and stubborn. What about 'er? She had changed to be as devil tempered as Yumie…..

This is the story, or stories, as we put it, of how these three came to be, how they ended. Some rose slowly as well as they died. Others changed in split seconds or phases, and thank God that is how they fell, but what exactly made them the way they were? What were they like when they where younger than yourself? Greed, power, and memories are hard things to harbor. They'll fester and turn you sour if you hold onto them for longer than you should…

(Note to Reader: Bare with me, my knowledge on these characters might be slightly off, but I am just doing a summary of all three points of view until all three points of view come together, so it might or will seem extremely fast on this part or not fully covered. I advise you use your imagination to 'fill in all the holes.')

-Heinkels' Story-

A small flying fist came right towards her, and she did not cringe as it smacked her right in the mouth, throwing her to the ground. She was far to depressed to even think about anything else or make any motion to defend herself. But what was it over again?

Ah yes; she pushed this boy, her same age of seven, away from a little girl who was quite coy, and was attempting to play with her dolls in solitude. He was trying to smash the head of one of the dolls and the little one screeched out like an owl at him when he was about to stomp on her doll, but Heinkel shoved him away before he could. How good of her, but this was also her first day here. If this place was like the last one she was in, it was going to be hell all over again.

"James!" the boy wheeled around on his heel in terror. The volume of the voice used even made Heinkel's heart jump and skip a beat. "Wat did ya dou this time?!"

As Heinkel looked up at this man, he stood in front of the sun, and gave a disappointing glare at this boy. He was not from here. He did not dress like the men and women that brought the children to these new houses to live in or also known as orphanages. He did not dress in a suite, but…. Preist? Why here?

Heinkel kept to herself, slowly standing to wipe the blood from her split lip, also rubbing her elbows and the palms of her hands. The impact on the hard ground made them sore, and her long hair might have been messier than what it was when she first got here. While attending to herself, she did not take noticed of what this priest was talking to this boy about, and so she simply started to walk away in the other direction, away from the scene.

"Pardon me," came that booming voice again and little Heinkel turned to look at him. He held a smile. It was a simple but kind one to her before his gaze went to the little boy at his side. "James," he warned with a different tone.

The child known as James looked to his feet, kicking at a stone shyly and stubbornly, leaning from side to side before muttering a word of apology.

Heinkel said nothing and simply nodded at his gesture. She even smiled slightly before turning and walking away. She heard the priest dismiss the boy and she thought that this man was about to run after her. She was expecting it but he didn't….. she found it a little strange, but she moved onto look for something to do. At this moment though, there was nothing to do but think.


Why was she here again? She could not remember. Did she really want to?

Some time later, months later, she did not know, she sat at a table doing really nothing but watching. She still hadn't said a thing. Not even to the adults when they asked her something. She would nod, or shake her head but that was it. She did notice that priest showing up once a week or twice a month though.

She was becoming curious of him now. He always smiled, had an awkward accent that she could not place. A good five to twelve children would rush around him, asking him to read, maybe put one of them on his shoulders. She had no idea what to think of these actions. Why was he smiling like that? How could he find joy in looking over little runts?

Runts? I think I knew one before I started living here, she thought to herself one day as she watched this priest read from his bible to some children on day on a stone bench, watching them. Unexpectedly, he waved at her, and like a hounds ears perking to some alien sound she looked to him the same way.

"Come on ove' here little one," he said with that same smile. "Care to hear a story?"

She didn't move at first. She merely sat there, her knees drawn up to her chest and she twirled the tips of her hair in her fingers. She gave a slight jerk of her shoulders. She didn't know what she wanted to do until he urged her again with a wave to join them.

She slowly put one foot down on the ground. Then her other foot, slowly standing and he smiled again. She couldn't really help it at that moment. What she was trying to remember was gone for the time being. Why bother attempting to remember what she did not know? There was no reason, but his kind face, though having a scar, made her feel safe and…. loved? She still did not know, but he was a lot better than the other man. She rushed towards him with the first smile on her face that had not been present for such a long time.


"Heinkel, I've been tinkin.'"

"Ym teacher Anderson?"

"Yoou wouldn't mind it if ah looked over another little one besides yoou, would yoou?"

Heinkel looked a little confused at first, raising one brow at him and pulled her brush through her locks before turning to him. "Teacher Anderson, why are you asking me?" she questioned as she stood.

"Am only wonderin'," he replied with a smile on his face. "There's this boy only a yer older than ya that might be comin' here. I've talked with his parents, and they simply can't take care of 'im."

Heinkel gave a strange look at him, her young face and glow a little darkened by it. "How can a parent not take care of their own?"

End Of POV One

Like I said at the start: it is sort of in shambles, but trust me, 'fill in the holes yourself' at this time, and it will get better and better.