Chapter i- A Knock at the Door

Shion lay in bed on the second floor of her house alone. It was only yesturday when she went to her fiance's funeral and only two months when she miscarried a week after his death. It was too much. She didn't go to work for weeks and refused to answer any of her co-workers or foster sisters' calls.

She wouldn't even answer her brother, Jin, call one day.They weren't the best of friends or the best of siblings. The main reason on why is because about ten years ago, when Shion was eight and Jin was about around nineteen to twenty-one years of age, both of their parents were killed by a massive explosion at work when Shion was getting into Jin's car to go home. It was devastating. Afterwards, she kept blaming Jin for their deaths, claiming that if they would've just stayed with their parents, they would still be alive. That put a huge strain in the two's relationship and Shion, not wanting to live with Jin, was sent to live with foster family, where she met Febronia and her little twin sisters, Cecilia and Catherine (who Shion calls Cecily and Cathe, their sister Feb).

Jin, not wanting to deal with Shion any longer, bought a house and began working at a bookstore and began his life Shion-free.

They exchanged numbers way before they wanted nothing to do with one another which is why Jin was able to contact her, possibly to apoligize for the death of her fiance or get into an arguement with Shion if she starts, either way, Shion didn't want to speak to him. All she wanted for the moment, was to be by herself, and have no one bother her. Even the Mailman knew that Shion didn't want to be bothered with bills and other crap that's in that crummy bag of his.

Just then Shion heard a knock at the door (her hearing was pretty good) and refused to answer it. But the knocking continued, urging her curiousity. Who is at that door? she thought to herself. Did no one tell him or her that I want no visitors? The knocking continued and finally, annoyed and upset with whoever the person was that was knocking at her door, she got up out of bed and stormed down the steps. She walked over to the door, unlocked it, and forced it open, shouting; "WHAT?!?!"

At once, she looked down and saw a little girl holding a wrapped blanket in her arms. She had short black hair, dark green eyes, and wore a school uniform that was a bit torn on the side, as if it had gotten caught onto something and she ripped it off. "Oh my God," she said quickly covering her mouth. "I am so sorry...I thought you were someone else..." The little girl gave a nod to the side and extended her arms out to Shion.

Shion made a face. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Is it for me?" The little girl nodded. She extended her arms out once more to Shion.

"Please do me this favor," she said "could you take care of this baby?"

"What?" Shion asked, knowing that she heard the girl the first time.

"This baby lost his mommy in a fire the night after he was born about four days ago," explained the girl. "I manged to save him, but his mommy...it was too late for her...she wouldn't have made it. I looked everywhere for his father, but learned that he died nine months ago, and his other family members couldn't be found...I tried. I didn't want to put him in an orphanage because he didn't have the chance to be loved by someone and I began to search for a place he could call home and someone he could call 'Mommy'. Then I came across you, ma'am. You will do me this grave favor and take care of him, won't you?"

Shion was speechless. She didn't know what to say. Should she take care of this baby? Or should she just let the girl find someone else? But then again, she had miscarried and lost her baby, therefore, she didn't have the chance to love her own child. Maybe, just maybe, this little girl with that baby will give her the chance to. "Yes," she said. "I will."

"Thank you," said the little girl, giving the baby to Shion. "I hope the baby will cure the whole in your heart. Take care."

The little girl skipped off as Shion closed the door. Just then, it hit her. She forgot to ask the girl what the baby's name was! He must certainly have a name that his mother had given him. She opened her door and looked to the direction where the girl had skipped off to. But no one was there.

That's strange... she thought, I'm sure the little girl hadn't gone that far. She turned to her next door neighbor's house and saw Ms. Henshiro sitting on the porch in a rocking chair. Ms. Henshiro must have seen her go by, I'll ask her. "Excuse me, Ms. Henshiro," said Shion "have you seen a little girl wearing a school uniform skip by?"

"I," Ms. Henshiro began "have seen alot of things go by so fast. Cars, bikes, people, you name it. But no, I haven't seen anyone, let alone a little girl wearing a uniform, skip by my house."

"Thank you," Shion replied and remembered what her other neighbor said two years ago. Ms. Henshiro has been a widow for over ten years, and she would say anything strange out of her mouth now. She was about seventy-nine going onto eighty, but looked like she was about fifty, maybe even sixty, was very healthy and no known problems. But then again...she was a very strange elderly woman.

Shion closed her door and peeked into the neatly wrapped blanket. Inside, sleeping peacefully, was the baby. He looked a bit unusual. His hair was white and his complexion was tan. Such an awkward looking boy, Shion thought as she examined him a little more. You poor baby...you lost your whole family in a matter of four days...just like I lost mine in a matter of two months. It's unfair how tragedy and chaos can come knocking at your door so quickly...

Suddenly those three words Shion had thought came pouring out of her mouth, repeating herself like a broken record.

"Tragedy and chaos, tragedy and chaos, tragedy and chaos, tragedy and chaos...hm..." she looked at the nameless baby and smiled. "I have just the perfect name for you," she said "I'll name you...Chaos." The baby's eyes had opened revealing his green eyes to her. He gave her a weak smile and she smiled back.

It may not have been much of what a mother would expect, but Shion knew that that weak smile was a sign that he liked her.