Yahiko tried to look through the rain but it was too dense. He would have to find shelter to start a fire, so he could dry off his clothes. He counted to ten in his head then darted across the opening until he came to an old house. He didn't even bother knocking and invited himself in. It was dark, wet, and it had no furnishings. It only had one room but he didn't intend on staying long. He bent down and attempted to pull some of the floorboards out. He piled the wood up then used his flint to start the fire. When he got it going he slipped his shirt off his 13-year-old back. He left it near the fire to dry off.

Konan tried to struggle with the fact that her parents were killed the night before. Her eyes stung from salty tears and the never-ending rain. This war, this war will never end. She pulled back her short, matted blue hair into a messy bun on the top of her head. She began walking aimlessly in the rain. What a sight I must be. A couple minutes later Konan walked through an alley but In the middle of her path was a huge dog matted in dirt and blood, it was growling. It squatted back it was about to lunge. Konan turned straight around and ran as fast as she could. The rain and wind whipped across her face. She came to the forest line of the town and stopped for a second, then continued at a different angle. Just when Konan thought she was surely going to get away, she smacked her face right into a branch and fell back again. "Oh," Konan groaned. The dog was only feet away and gaining. She was too late."AAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Konan screamed as the dog clamped down on her left leg. She tried to grip her leg away but it just ripped her skin more.

It was still raining when Yahiko trekked through the forest. He heard a long terrifying scream. He bolted in the direction the sound was coming from. A minute later he saw a blue haired girl with a dog yanking on her leg. He lunged himself at the dog. Yahiko threw a punch at the dogs nose and it fell back whimpering. Yahiko cradled up the blue hair girl. "Are you all right?"
"Yeah, it's just my leg, I think it's sprained," Konan responded. Yahiko squatted over. "Climb up," he said. Konan wobbled then hopped up onto his back. She rested her cheek on the back of his wet shirt. When they reached the small leaky house Yahiko lowered Konan on the floor. He examined her wound, it was bleeding profusely, he would have to stop it or she could die. He ripped open his shirt and tore a long piece off of it and wrapped it tight above her knee to stop more blood from getting to her wound.

Konan watched as Yahiko quickly dressed her wound. He had a concentrated look on his face. He finished by wrapping another piece of cloth and wrapping it around her cleaned wound then removed the one above her knee. "All better," he said. "Do you think you can walk?" Konan shuffled up and walked a little. "Yes," she replied. Now was the first time Konan got to study her rescuer, he had auburn hair, tan skin, he was tall as well muscled for a boy his age which she guess he was 13. "I never got your name," Yahiko broke the silence.

"It's Konan," she answered. She bit her bottom lip and looked off to the side.
"I'm Yahiko," he stretched out his arm and she shook it. Yahiko strangely noticed how small and smooth her hand was. She let go of his hand. "You can stay here tonight if you'd like," Yahiko offered, hoping she'd say yes. Konan ran her and softly over her hair. "Um, sure if that's not a problem." Yahiko smiled then realized he must look like a total dumb ass then quickly stopped. "There's not much room, you can lay wherever you want, I'll settle down soon I need to fix the fire so we don't freeze our asses off." Konan nodded then walked over to a corner. Yahiko walked over to the fire and squatted next to it. The heat warmed his bare chest. Yahiko picked up a piece of wood and threw it into the pile.

Konan glanced over to where the fire was making Yahiko's skin glow. She could barely feel the fire's warmth but at least it was something. She turned to face the wall and lay down. Suddenly she felt a rush of air next to her. She turned around and Yahiko was laying down next her. "Sorry I'll move," Yahiko muttered. "No it's ok," Konan replied. She liked how his body heat warmed her and thought it would be best if they slept near each other. "What's your story?" Konan asked.

Yahiko frowned a little. "My parents were killed a year ago because of the war, I've been on my own ever since," he replied. He missed his parents a lot; he wanted nothing more than to never be alone. " My parents were killed yesterday," Konan added. He turned towards her and noticed that there were tears running down her pale skin. He didn't know what else to do so he hugged. "Oh," she cried. He her up and looked her in the face, "it's going to be ok, shh." Konan leaded her head onto his shoulder the tears dripped down his shoulder.

Konan woke to find she was still resting on Yahiko's shoulder. His head was tilted back against the wall and his legs were spread apart. His lips were slightly parted and there was a sliver of drool running down to his chin. She slowly got up so she wouldn't wake him and walked over to the dimming fire. She kneeled down next to it and tried to warm up. She looked at Yahiko and noticed he had a cut on his leg; the least she could do was clean it. She took a small burning stick of wood then walked over to him and knelt down. She put the burning stick up to the wound. "Ow!" Yahiko jolted awake.
"I'm helping your leg," Konan replied.

Yahiko watched as Konan worked on his cut, his eyes scanning her. "Done," she said. "Thanks," Yahiko breathed. "Let's get something to eat."