Oh my gracious, he thought. That girl looks like a rat!
As Nagato, the eight-year-old son of the richest man in the country walked by, the girl that caught his attention looked up at him and smiled. He only scoffed, and continued to walk, while muttering, "The filth of this planet disgusts me."
Father should rid the streets of people like her, even if we share an age. Her hair so full of mud and twigs, I'm sure her skin is not even that dark a color. And those rags… how can someone substitute those as clothing?
Now arriving home, the young man fixed his black suit, and slicked back his orange hair. He had to look presentable for his father if he ever wanted to inherit such great control of the economy.
"Nagato!" boomed a masculine voice.
"Y-Yes, father?" The boy stepped into his father's office, with slight fear in his eyes.
"Where have you been? I thought I told you not to leave the house!" Nagato's father stood, towering tall above him, his ringed eyes locked in a cold glare.
"Well, you see sir, I was taking a stroll through the town. I hoped to help with that new policy you've been working on, where the filth can't be on the streets. I found 27, sir."
With a smirk, the tall man proudly patted his sons head. "That's my boy." After which, he walked out, leaving his son.
*3 days later*
"Ow, ow, oowww, god," Nagato wined in pain in the middle of a dark alley on the bad side of town.
I wish it weren't so dark! he thought. Maybe I would've seen whatever that was, and not landed on these sharp rocks!
"Ow…"
…Wait, that wasn't Nagato. Who was that?
With a whip of his spiky orange hair, Nagato turned with wide eyes to see a small girl covered head to toes in dirt and mud. This filth just tripped him! How dare she, nasty scum!
"I'm sorry," she spoke in a shy voice, rising to her feet. The girl noticed the person whom she had tripped staring at her I anger, and lowered her head. "My deepest apologies, sir. I should've moved, forgive me." Please don't punish me.
Nagato scoffed, then stood and smacked her. "You scum; how dare you defile me? You have no manners at all! All you care for is finding something to put in your stomach. You don't even deserve to live!"
As tears came to the poor girls eyes, Nagato felt a sting in his heart. Without a word or warning, he took her hand, and led her to his home.
*1 hour later*
Nagato watched as that little scum of a girl walked out of his bathroom. He noticed her natural blue hair in a neat bun, and her dark skin was now pale. He also noticed the paper flower he had given her.
"By the way, my name is Konan," she said.
The boy smiled. Wow, she's beautiful.