"Come on, Orphan! Fight back! Why do you always just stand there and let us beat you up? Are you too much of a coward? Or were you taught not to fight someone at the orphanage? Oh, that's right. You probably never learned any life lessons in that shitty orphanage, You-Bitch!"

While Akane shouted that, I just stood there, being punched, slapped, kicked, and spat on by all the other girls in my class while the boys stood and stared, laughing and egging the girls on. For me, occurrences like this were what made my school day feel normal. I am a 13 year old girl who gets beat up by her classmates for having lived in an orphanage for all of her life.

After about an hour of beating me up, all of my classmates started to leave to go home to their 'loving' parents. I, on the other hand, wait for everyone to leave before I move from my position; curled up in a ball, cradling the wrist that is most likely broken again. Once everyone has left I can safely go back to the orphanage that I have always called home where I will be yelled at for, once again, coming home with blood on my books and clothes. For some reason, the matron's at the orphanage care more about the material objects that they have to pay for than the safety or mental well-being of the girls there.

After struggling for another hour to limp my way back 'home,' I was greeted with a very unusual sight: a black motorcycle parked outside in the visitor's parking lot that looked eerily familiar. While walking inside to try and sneak into my room so I could hide the blood on my clothes, I attempted to figure out why the motorcycle looked so familiar. All thoughts of that motorcycle were as far from my mind as the closest planet in the universe that supports human life when I walked into my bedroom to find the day matron drinking tea with Gackt.

"Sumimasen, Touji-sama. May I ask why you are in my room right now drinking tea?" I inquired.

"Ah! There you are, Mai-chan!" Touji exclaimed. "I was just telling Gackt-san about you. Here, let us leave so you can change out of those rags, child."

After saying that Touji stood up and led Gackt out of my bedroom and shut the door behind them. When the door shut, I fell out of my stupor and, sadly, into my bookshelf.

"What?" I mumbled to myself. "What is going on here? Why would Touji be this kind to me? Unless . . . no! Now way! That can't be it! But it's the only option that works!"

While I changed my clothes and tended to my injuries I continued to work on trying to figure out just why anyone, let alone Gackt would want to adopt me! After I made myself look presentable (no blood visible on my body) I walked out of my room to find out just why it really is that Gackt and Touji would be discussing me.

"I apologize for my earlier appearance. I had a bad day at school today and I ended up getting injured. Touji-sama probably already told you who I am but please allow me to introduce myself. I am Mai, yoroshiku-ne," I softly introduced myself as I bowed then took the seat that Touji had indicated to, right between her and Gackt.

"So that's what you look like under all that blood and dirt. You are a very beautiful young girl," Gackt said as I sat down. "You look a lot like how my daughter's-mother looked when she was younger."

After I sat, I looked at Touji with my question in my eyes: Just what the hell is going on here?!

"Mai=chan, I'm sure you know who this man is, regardless of your choices in music but you probably only know him as singer, not anything else," Touji started to explain what was going on when Gackt interrupted her.

"I am aware that this may sound insane but I am very sure that you are my lost-musume," Gackt said very uncertainly, attempting to figure out how I would react.

"So I was right! That's the only reason why anyone would be in my bedroom talking about me in a civilzed manner while not complain-" I then stopped and realized that there was one thing I hadn't made click yet. "Ore no lost-daughter" he had said. I only took and registered that as him saying that he wanted to adopt me and tell that to the public. "Wait, did you say that I am your daughter?"

"Yes, I did. Weren't you just saying that it was what you were expecting?" Gackt asked, looking very confused.

"Yeah, well, I thought that you'd said that you wanted to adopt me and tell the public that that's who I am, your long-lost-daughter, not that I actually am your long-lost-daughter," I managed to get out through my shock and confusion. "Just one question, how the hell do you lose a daughter?"

Gackt heaved a large sigh before answering my question, "A few months after your birth, 3 months if I am remembering correctly, your mother took you and ran away from me. She couldn't stand wondering and waiting for the paparazzi to find you and her but mostly her habit. Your mother was a druggie but didn't start to use major body damaging drugs until after your birth which is when she started to us cocaine. A month later, she died of an accidental drug overdose and, before I could find you, you were sent off to an orphanage. I explained to countless people who I am to you but no one would tell me which orphanage you were now living in.

"For the next 12 years and 8 months I searched for you when I wasn't bus on tour until I found you. My worst fear was that someone else had adopted you and that, even if I was able to find you, you wouldn't accept me or be too happy with that family to want to be with me."

"Wow. I think that that is one of the most ridiculous stories I have ever heard but for some reason, I think that I believe it. So, if that's true, then what's my name?" I challenged. To make sure that he wasn't just spewing garbage, I decided to test my so-called 'Father,' if that's who he really is.

"When you were born, your mother left the naming up to me and the name I chose was Orihime. Camui Orihime is you true birth name." Gackt answered and completed my challenge, making it so that I believed his story 100%.

"Mai-chan, do you believe him and, if so, do you want to go and live with Gackt-san?" Touji rudely questioned.

"You just want me to get out of here so you don't have to pay any more medical bills or dry cleaning to remove blood from my clothes anymore. You don't care if I get adopted by a child-toucher, as long as I'm out of here. That's how you have treated me, ever since I started to go to school," I busted out. "But it really isn't up to me if I were to be adopted by Gackt-san. It would be left to whether or not he is applicable for adoption and then after that's sorted out, there's the trial week and after that, then I get to decide if I want to live with him. You should know all of this, Touji, seeing how you are a former orphan and now on/run an orphanage!"

"That may be true, but it is my personal rule to ask the person who is going to be adopted if they want to live with the person/people before I start the process only to find out that they don't want to live with them," Touji explained. "I am not happy at all with the bills you have racked up in only nine years-"

"Yeah, nine out of thirteen!" I interrupted. "For nine out of the thirteen years that I have lived here, the only thing that you cared about was how much money I would owe the orphanage in bills so you just want my ass out of this orphanage so someone else will pay for my expenses that the people in my school should be paying for!"

"I care about financing this building so you girls don't end up on the streets!" Touji rebuked.

"Well maybe I would prefer to live on the streets than in this hell-hole!" I shouted, bringing the argument to a close.

Touji sighed in defeat and started to talk again, "Regardless of whether or not you are happy with this orphanage and how I run it, do you want to go through with the process to see if you will be happy living with Gackt-san?"

"I don't have any objections to it as of this moment. If I'm not needed here anymore, though, I'd like to finish my homework."

With that, I excused myself and went into my bedroom to figure things out.