AN: The Idea has been on my mind for a while now and I just had to write it.
I haven't played the game or watch the anime (only some clips), but I'm I think I have a good understanding of it. If not I'll do some research, but most of the time I'll write what on my mind right then and there.
Also I'm using my OC from my first fanfic that I currently writing because I'm to lazy to come up with another OC name.
This is not a cross-over or AU with that story which is a Digimon fic just because both of the OCs are the same.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kantai Collection
The sand gave light crunches under my weight as I walked along the shores of the beach. The waves were gently rising along the shoreline then falling back in the sea in a slow, rhythmic pattern. If there was one place I could just stop and relax at it would be the beach.
I was a fifteen year-old boy with ear-length black hair and brown eyes. I wore a red hoodie jacket and light brown cargo pants. I also had a backpack on full of food in case I ever felt hungry.
"This looks like a nice place to eat." I thought contently as I sat myself down on the sand. I've been walking around for quite a while now and I think it's late afternoon now so now would be a good time for some lunch.
Placing my bag to the side, I pulled out sandwich and started eating it. The sandwich was only made up of mayo, bologna, and a slice of sharp cheddar cheese. It may not sound like much, but I eat it on a regular basis.
I continued to watch the waves go in and out of the sea as I ate. On occasions I could see some seagull flying over the waters looking for their own meals. I wonder what it's like, to be able to fly and see everything below you from afar, not from the top of a tree, not from the highest building, not from the tallest mountain, but from the sky.
When I finished my sandwich I blindly reached out for my bag to grab another, only to grab air. I looked to see where my bag should have been, however it wasn't as far off as I thought it would be. A little ways away me, my bag was open, being searched by a small figure looking deep into my bag. I couldn't see what was searching it, but it looked really white
I got up and made my way towards the figure. When I got close enough it wasn't a what, but whom. It was a little girl with long white hair, two small triangular polyhedrons on her head, and a white sleeveless dress. The most noticeable feature about her however was her skin; it was really white, as if it never had a chance to touch the sun. Everything about her almost screams white.
Almost white, there was a lot of dirt and grime on her as if she hasn't been in a shower for days.
When I got there, I crouched down to her level. "Now what do you think you're doing?" I asked in a friendly tone. Even though she definitely wasn't normal, I wasn't afraid or weirded out, in fact I was curious.
The girl pulled her head from my bag and looked straight at me, red eyes meeting my brown eyes. I've seen a lot of different eye colors before, but this is definitely new. Her color should only be possible if she had contacts on that could change her eye color.
She only stared at me while I waited for some kind of response from her. I got my wish when a loud rumble erupted from her stomach. She blushed and covered stomach with her mitten covered hands. I could only laugh at her embarrassment.
"If you wanted some food, you could have just asked." I said, grabbing my bag. I pulled out an apple and held it towards her. She seemed hesitant at first but she took it from me anyways. She then took a large bite out of it and smiled happily. I'll admit she's looks cute if not downright adorable.
After finishing the apple, the girl looked at me then at my bag. I'm not surprised; she scarfed down that apple pretty quickly.
"You wanna sit down and eat with me? I have more than enough food for us to share."
The girl nodded happily in response.
[*…*]
We were now sitting on a blanket for us to sit on so we could eat our food without having to place it on the sand. I don't remember the last time I had someone with me at the beach, it was nice.
However the pal-white girl hasn't spoken to me once yet. Not only that I'm starting to feel like I've seen someone like her before the more I look at her.
"What's your name?" I asked, hoping to get her talking. She stopped munching on another apple and swallowed.
"Hoppou." She answered softly.
I smiled. "So you can talk after all. Well then Hoppou, since you told me your name, I'll tell you mine. It's Ben Hashimoto. You can just call me Ben if you want."
Her reaction wasn't what I expected.
She scrunched up her face before her eyes lit up, smiling and pointed at me. "Benji," She declared.
I smile in amusement at the nick name she's given me. I have a feeling she didn't like my name that much.
I reached out towards her and placed my hand on her head. She tensed up a little before relaxing, only to giggle when I ruffled her dirty hair.
"If that's what you want to call me, go for it, as long as you don't try to take food from my bag again without permission."
She looked slightly embarrassment, but nodded happily.
Getting up from my spot I gazed towards the sea and sudden realize how late it is. Everything was basked in a dark orange glow, signaling that the sun was close to passing the horizon. It's about time for me to go home before it gets dark.
"Sorry Hoppou, I need to go home now and I'm sure you do too."
I suddenly staggered back when Hoppou crash right into my legs and wrapped her arms around them. She was probably less than two and a half-foot tall while I was five-foot-three, just below my waist.
She looked up at me with a deject look, eyes on the verge of tears.
I think I felt my heart break a little.
I patted her head in reassurance. "Don't worry; I'm not leaving yet, I still have to clean up and help you find your family.
Hoppou's face first lit-up when I told her I wasn't leaving yet but then looked down in saddens at the mention of her family.
Wait a minute, don't tell me.
I went down to one knee so we could be face to face. She raised her head to gaze at me with that same sad expression, but with a curious look too.
"Hoppou…do you have a family to go to?" I asked slowly.
Her expression got sadder and she shook her head.
I could only sign. This is a problem, there's no way I could leave her all alone out here. There's barely any sunlight left and she has nothing more than a worn down dress and the mittens on her hands to keep her warm. Worse of all there's no place for her to call home.
…unless
"If you want to, you can stay with me," I offered with a friendly smile. "I live in a house not too far from here; it can be your home for the time being.
She looked up in shock, looking at me wide-eyed and mouth agape, and then tears started to form around the edges her eyes. She tried wiping them away but to no avail. Before long she started to cry.
Yep, definitely felt my heart break this time.
I pulled her into a hug in hopes of calming her down; it seems to work as she starts to quiet down into small sobs. I can only imagine how lonely she must have been until now.
Wiping most of her tears away, she pulled back and finally managed to give me a somewhat shaky answer.
"T-thank you," She sniffed softly.
[*…*]
"Here it is, home sweet home." I said to Hoppou as we got to the front door of my house.
It was a large two-story building on top of a small hill – in fact it's the only house on the hill – and large enough to also fit a swimming pool. It's not a long walk and there's a town nearby so it's the perfect place to live. I lived with here with my mother, but she's usually gone on business trips for long periods of time so it's safe for Hoppou stay with me until then.
The area was completely dark now; luckily the path is lit-up by street lamps. Just to be certain I held hands with Hoppou to make sure she doesn't run off or gets lost. At the moment she's just looking at the house in wonder. I'll admit it does look fancier than most houses around the area and it's on-top of a hill.
Yea my family's loaded.
I placed my hand on the doorknob and turn it, showing the interior of the house.
"Wow." Hoppou gasped as she entered the house. I could immediately see the living room; a white rug, a table, and three sofas set in a U formation. To the sides were two large white futon sofas and a large pull-out couch that completes the U formation while the table sits in the center of it. In front of it all was a stone fireplace embedded in the wall along to the right with a flat-screen TV hanging over it. On the sides of the wall where the fireplace is are clear screen doors that lead to the pool. Farther up ahead was the kitchen and dining room area. To the left were a flight of stairs that led to the second floor which has four bedrooms and two bathrooms. One of them was the Master bedroom which belongs to my mom and another was my room. The last two rooms were the guest rooms which were rarely used – if at all.
Like I said, we're loaded.
"Glad you like it. Only me and my mom live here. Now that we're here let's get you cleaned up, you're filthy." To emphasize my point I ruffled her hair again, sending out dust and sand all over the floor, she smiled sheepishly in embarrassment.
"I'll get a bath ready for you, and worry about clothing I might have something that will fit you."
It took some time searching, but I managed to find an old pair of pajamas I use to wear when I was younger. A two piece set in red and white polka dots. Hopefully they'll fit her, but it'll have to do until I can get her – her own pair.
Unfortunately getting her clean was a harder challenge.
I had to help give her a bath for twenty minutes because she made a mess in the bathroom. I was checking up on her when bubbles started to form under the door. Apparently she used an entire bottle of soap in the tub. Not only did it overflowed with bubbles, it overflowed with water too because the water kept on running with the plug in.
The upside to it was while I was giving her a bath the large amount of bubbles managed to cover her up to her neck, only leaving her head out so I couldn't see her naked self.
"When you take a bubble bath you're supposed to use some of the bottle not all of it." I scolded lightly, though I couldn't hide the amusement in my tone. Seeing her buried in a mountain bubbles was quite a sight.
At the moment I was currently combing Hoppou's hair while she was seated in a highchair I found in front of the bathroom mirror – which she seems to enjoy. Somehow she got the triangle horns on her head to come off and are currently sitting on the sink. I'm not complaining. It's much easier to brush without them in the way. Not only that my old pajama fits her perfectly.
She didn't seem to be paying attention to what I said, eyes closed and smiling softly, distracted by the brush going through her hair and being clean for the first time in who knows how long.
Satisfied with my work, I set the brush down. "All right, we're done."
She opens her eyes half-lidded and yawned.
"Tired?" I ask.
Before she could respond another yawn escaped her mouth.
"I'll take that as a yes." I said as I lead her to one of the guest room – making sure to grab her triangle horns - and opened the door to reveal a rather plain room. It only had a queen size bed, a dresser, and a nightstand with a lamp next to it. Since they were hardly ever used, my mom never saw a reason to add anymore furniture in them.
"Sorry about the room. I know it's kind of plain, but it rarely gets used." I picked her up and set her on the bed. "But if I can convince my mom to let you stay with us when she comes back, this room could be yours and you can do anything you want with it.
Hoppou managed a small smile before yawning once more.
I chuckled in amusement and poked her forehead. "Go to sleep, you need it."
And with that she was out like a light.
As soon as I was sure she was asleep I placed her things on the nightstand and went to take my own shower and before going to my own futon in my room. While I was laying there I only had one thought going through my head.
"I wonder how mom will react to her when she gets back."
This story is just something to satisfy my needs to write this idea and I'll comeback to it every now and then, but this isn't a fic I'll be focusing my time on because I have another story I've been meaning to go back.
Just don't expect quick updates because I takes me a month or two to write a chapter. Lucky for me I have winter break for two week.
One last thing Hoppou is a real charter and a abyssals known as Northern Princess for those who don't know. It's also where I got the name for the story from. To bad there's not a name in the character section for her.
Constructive criticism is welcomed.
Thank you for reading and have a nice day.
