Akina Tori: I'm starting to get lazy with my stories..
Hikari: That's her way saying plainly in big bright lights " I HAVE WRITERS BLOCK "
Kyukyo: Way to go Hikari!
Akina Tori: Your suppose to be my muses! Not people to teases me! *sniffle*
Kyukyo: Why don't you do you stupid story now.
Akina Tori: IT'S NOT STUPID! *sticks out tongue*
Hikari: Then write out your feelings.
Akina Tori: YEAH!
Disclaimer: I own DBZ! I am secretly Akira! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA! My initial plan is to brain wash kids to be my loyal servants! WAHAHAHAHAHAHA*coughcoughhackhack* Okay, I own not even a little cel of DBZ of any kind. All I own is the kind-of-main-character of this story. Plus, the songs in this story is owned by .hack//sign ( i love their music! so depressing and such ).
( character's addings, but can be authors notes if had at the beginning: Author's Notes )
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" Naho! Sew dolly dress, it broke! " cried out one of the youngest of the child of the orphanage, ( I think she was 2-3-4? I do not know.. )
" Coming! " said a young girl of six, or known as Naho. She was a thin girl, and was pale. She had short black hair that was slightly messy, but had blue eyes dark as the night sky.
The girl was practically in tears as Naho went up to her tippy toes to reach the sewing box. With a few small grunts, she finally stretched out far enough to get it, and puts it down on the ground. She sits on her legs, and opens the box, pulling out a needle and white thread ( to match the dress her doll was wearing ). A few stitches and minutes, the deed was done. The young girl gave Naho a hug, and bounced off.
She watched as she played with the older orphans, and ignoring her. She couldn't help to be the quite one, or that she likes different things than them. Like romantic stories, music, or poetry. They just like to gossip, and dream of being rich, movie stars, singers, and traveling to Paris, France or Rome, Italy.
Naho quietly went to her painful ( there is this spring that jams into my back ) bed, and sat on it. She got out her diary, or more like song/poetry book, and took out the one-inch long pencil ( someday I'll sneak the ten cents from the headmistress to buy a new pencil, maybe fifty cents for a pen! ).
Gently
Gasping for breath
Caring for human life
Hope renders the world resounding
Pleasures
She scribbled; her handwriting is not the most perfect, more like chicken scratches to be precise. She could feel stares from everyone else, and talking of her. What has she ever done to them? She has sewn the huge holes in their dirty clothes, made food for them because the headmistress was so lazy, and snuck out to the streets so she can sing for a couple of dollars a day.
OH NO! I had forgotten!
She thought to herself, as she quickly puts her old, dirty, leathered book down, tears some of the pages out, and hides her pencil within the beige pages. Naho gets an old pickle jar ( I cleaned it out of course ), and quickly goes and opens the front door.
" Good luck Naho! " all the children chimed out, as Naho was about to leave. Naho turned around and smiled. At least she got some recognition from all her efforts.
" Arigatou Gozaimasu " said Naho with the traditional Japanese bow. She runs out of the old broken down house with weeds in the front, and stuffed her ripped out pages into her skirt's pocket. She went from a jog, to a walk, lightly gasping for breath.
A few blocks later, she made it to her original corner of a four-way( and street lights ) with bustling people, and cars. She set the pickle jar down, and coughed to get any interference with her voice out.
" Shine bright morning light
Now in the air the spring is coming
Sweet blowing wind
Singing down the hills and valleys
Keep your eyes on me
Now we're on the edge of hell
Dear my love, sweet morning light
Wait for me, you've gone much farther, too far , " sang Naho, as her childish voice is high enough so she can hits the high points almost exactly were she wanted them.
She looked down in her pickle her jar, and saw some coins, even a few zenny in there. She bowed politely to the surrounding crowd, and uttered her thank yous.
She quickly went up to the jar, because last time some street boy came and stole all of her hard work ( that actually happened just a few weeks ago ). With the best of her ability, she counted the money. Ten zenny, that's enough for today. Her highest record of getting money was about fourteen zenny, so this was pretty good. The lowest was about fifty cents, which didn't give her enough for grocery shopping. Today though, she was able to buy soup, and maybe a little cookie doe ( those cost about one zenny ). Naho sighed; she couldn't get herself a pencil, or a pen today. Maybe next time.
A half an hour later, she was carrying a plastic bag with one can of soup ( she shop lifted it ), rice, very little meat, and a cylinder of chocolate chip cookie doe. What she noticed that the weeds were gone, and the old rackety house he knew was a bit cleaner. That was new.
The kids are going to have a treat today!
She thought to herself, as she imagined the gleeful faces of the children as they ate her treats.
She opened the door to find a young woman with black hair up in a bun, and black eyes. She had a chinese style dress, and it was one of purple.
" Ah! There is little Naho! " said the headmistress, and she came over to hug her. Naho coughed, gasping for air.
" Cannot.... breathe, " said Naho, as she dropped her small bag of groceries.
" You better make a good impression girl, or I will burn your stupid diary! " growled the headmistress in her ear. Naho nodded her head quickly, well, tried to.
" This is Naho, ChiChi-san! " said the headmistress, as she stepped aside to give this young lady, or known as Chichi, a good view of the gasping Naho. She bent down to pick up her groceries.
" Hajimemashite ChiChi-sama. Excuse me for a moment; I need to cook dinner for my fellow peers and elders. I think you must talk to Headmistress-sama for a while, hmm? " said Naho, as she got up from her bow, and walked to the old kitchen to fix rice balls, a bowl of soup that will be enough for all of the orphans, plus cookies.
" She is polite, and she can cook, " said ChiChi, amazed for what she can do at her temporary age.
" She will make a nice house wife for her future husband, " urged the headmistress, and this made Chichi's eyes light up.
(AN: I'm not sure in the dubbed version, but in the Japanese version she was obsessed on being a good house wife, and telling Videl that she will be a good house wife because she can wash dishes good.. Plus, when she was younger, in DB, she wanted to be a wife. )
Naho returned with a medium sized bowl of clam chowder soup, with ten spoons on the side, and ten rice balls. She set the bowl on the ground, and gave everyone a spoon for each to take a sip.
" Everyone is only able to take one rice ball. Savor it though, for this is all we have, but tonight we have desert. We were lucky that the people were generous today, " said Naho, as she took one rice ball, and nibbled it a bit. She saved the soup for everyone though, for she was unusual. She never needed too much food.
She heard a beeping noise, telling her the cookies were done. She quickly went to the calling oven, and turned it off, taking out the cookies. She set them down, and they were gone within a second. She picked up the tray in silence, and reached out to pick up the bowl with the spoons inside, but was interfered by the newcomer Chichi, who was wearing a smile.
" Do not worry, I can handle it, " said Naho.
" Nonsense, I'll help you, " said Chichi, Naho just sighed and continued to the kitchen.
Naho turned on the sink, and puts the tray under it. She takes a sponge, and scrubs it a bit, getting the grease off and cookie crumbs. ChiChi was rinsing the bowl out, and getting a nearby rag to wash it off.
" Do you have any soap? " asked ChiChi.
" We are running low, so we are saving it for big messes, " said Naho, putting the tray to the side, and she starts with the spoons.
" Oh, " said ChiChi, going putting the bowl near the cookie tray, and helps with the spoons. A few minutes of silence pass.
" I hear you cook for your roommates, and at your age, I'm surprised, " said ChiChi, trying to start up a conversation.
" Even my peers say that, " said Naho, another few minutes pass.
" Your lonely aren't you, " concluded ChiChi. Naho stopped her scrubbing and looks at a slightly
sad ChiChi.
" My husband and son are gone, and I don't know when they are coming back. It's been like that for a couple of days, or was it weeks? " said ChiChi.
" You were divorced? " asked Naho, as she puts the last spoon away.
" No! " said ChiChi, slightly yelled, and Naho then looked confused.
" Just.. well.. traveling, " lied ChiChi.
" Without you? " asked Naho, rasing a brow.
" Yeah, " said ChiChi. Naho just the mouthed a small 'oh', and walks out of the kitchen. Yet, ChiChi follows.
" Yes? " asked Naho, looking up from reaching out to get her diary.
" I was wondering if you could keep me company, " said ChiChi, sitting on the other side of the bed, and Naho grabbed her diary.
" Temporarily? " asked Naho. ChiChi shook her head.
" Permanently, " said ChiChi.
" If you wish, " said Naho, as she looked back down to her diary. ChiChi just smiled. Naho noticed she got up from her bed without looking for the weight on the other side was gone. She heard wailing in the other room. It was her fellow orphans.
~ Never knew that they were going to miss me ~
she thought to herself with a small smile.
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Akina Tori: That's that.. small.. yes..
*sign*
Kyukyo and Hikari has gone out to lunch..
Akina Tori: Baka's.. *sigh* I'M ALL ALONE!
Jap. Terms Used in This Story.
Hajimemashite - How do you do? Only used when meeting a person for the first time.
Sama - someone of higher status, like 'Lady' or ' Lord '.
San - for someone you barely know.
