My Name is Kaito. When I was 12 my life took a strange turn. I was a in a family of two parents and only two kids. I was the first born. Next, to be born was my little sister Miku. Our parents really loved to play with us, but then we entered poverty. We lived in the streets and became beggars. Most of the food we managed to get would go to my little sister Miku.

One day I was in the park looking at the people who would feed the animals. One of them looked at me. He was man, quite tall. His hair was long and purplish.

"Hey little guy where are your parents?" he kneeled next to me.

"They're with my sister." he seemed nice, but I guess I was a naïve child.

"Why don't you take me to them?" he took my hand.

"Okay"

I took him to a place near the river. The river was where we would get water to bathe and drink. My parents came out from the shelter me and dad managed to build. The man and they talked for a while. He said he would come and visit when he could as he left. I was kind of sad to see him leave.

He came back a few days later and told me to walk with him around the park.

"Kaito, tell me how you like it out there where you live?" he said holding my hand.

"I like it but my parents say it's bad because I can't get a proper education. Whatever that is? "

"I think I can fix that."

"Really, mister."

"Yes…and call me Gakupo."

"Gakupo…you have a funny name."

"Thanks, cutie."

We came home and that's when he said he would like to adopt me from them so I could get an education they wanted me to get.

"I don't know if it's smart to just give him to you," my dad said rubbing his head.

"I'll pay you for him."

"How much?" was my mom's response. She loved the high life she used to have, but she was in love with my dad so she didn't want to leave us.

He paid a load sum of money to 'adopt' me.

So much why…why did he pay so much, when adopting me was not his real intentions?

Before I left, my father gave me a locket. He told me to keep it close and that I was always in his heart. My mom gave me a kiss and told me to never forget them or my little sister. She was only 10 at the time, but she was crying because I was leaving. We promised to see each other when I was out of school.

I wrote this on paper a while back and so i decided to type it. Plot belongs to me.