Wide sapphire blue eyes stared up at the large building in front of her. She couldn't see much of the building for it was 2:01 am, the sky was a twinkle with the stars over London and the building didn't have many lights on. She was nervously clinging to the man's arm beside her. A kind, gentle older gentleman that had just picked her up from the last orphanage she was at, despite the odd hour.

The young girl looked to be no older than seven or eight years old, but her eyes held an age far beyond her years. If shown just her eyes, some would believe she was in her 20's.

The gentleman beside her looked to be in his late 40's perhaps early 50's, but she estimated he was a little older than he looked. He stood a few feet taller than the young girl and had her black and purple bag draped over his opposite shoulder. He looked at her with gentle, knowing eyes. She had a checkered history of bouncing from orphanage to orphanage and quite frankly he knew this would take some time for her to feel comfortable here.

She was an unusual child though her appearance was anything but. Pale skin, large sapphire eyes, black wavy and unruly hair, a little on the short side for her age and her body already was maturing with A-cup breasts and already adorning the beginning of her womanly curves.

"Are you ready to go inside?" The gentleman asked her gently. He knew some of the children that came to the Wammy House were uneasy about more change, another place to live; a new start.

"Yes sir I am." She said quietly, her voice betrayed her nervousness.

With a gentle smile the man beside her, she was told to call "Watari", led her inside the gates of the Wammy House Orphanage. She looked around inspecting what she could of the area with a small smile as she slowly started to relax grateful for the company of Watari beside her.

She hadn't known him terribly long, only two weeks, four days, 11 hours and 32...33 minutes. Over the short time since she had met him she had several visits from the gentleman at the previous orphanage she resided in.

He would bring her all kinds of puzzles, random tests asking her a variety of things such as: "What is the meaning of life?" that she had to answer in as much detail as possible as well as giving her examples, reasons, beliefs and inspirations for said answer. "If someone has committed a horrendous crime, and you were confronting them, what would you do if you had a gun at your disposal and risked them getting away if you didn't shoot them?" This was a question she found particularly difficult to answer, not because of the content...but because she hated the thought of hurting someone...it brought back painful memories...Some of her favorite questions were when it would be a detailed scenario and she had to evaluate how each person would react and give detailed explanations of her conclusions. She loved to analyze people and take in everything about people, she never quite understood them so she loved to learn and observe. Because of this hobby she never really fit in with other children. She would rather watch them than interact with them.

Her thoughts and memories were broken when they arrived at the door of the Wammy House and she looked up at it its elegant design. With a slight nod to Watari's silent question she went inside with him and stopped to look around the large interior of the Wammy House Orphanage.

It looked like a place no child belonged and given the time of night, no child was in sight except herself. She let her eyes slowly scan the room and found she didn't much care to remember the detail of it, to her surprise. She looked up at Watari with a questioning gaze but a kind and polite expression.

"What now Mr. Watari?" she asked pleasantly.

"I'll show you to your room for the night and we'll take care of things in the morning." He said in a warm gentle tone. She simply gave a small smile and nodded. He escorted her to her room and motioned to a bathroom that was at the head of the hallway, all the children in the hall shared the bathroom at head and end of the hallway...at least there were two bathrooms per the, looked like, eight rooms. They continued on after she nodded, not interested in inspecting it at the moment, finally they stopped outside a plain white door with a simple brass doorknob that was the second to last door on the left side of the hallway. It was now that she finally let go of his arm and slowly reached to the doorknob.

Once she let the door silently open Watari flicked on the light switch revealing a simple eggshell colored room with a desk on the opposite wall from the main door with a horizontal rectangular window over the desk reaching the entire span of the desk with white, elegant lacey curtains pulled over the window blocking some of the moonlight; a computer chair, a small, simple black iron lamp adorned the desk, a small dresser on the left-hand side of the room, an elegant black iron clock hanging above the dresser revealing the time as 2:25, a simple bed that had a bed spread over it that was against the right hand wall and lastly a closet door on the left-hand side of the room that led what she assumed was a closet. Looking up at Watari she let a small smile slowly grow into a happy look. "I have my own room?" she asked with excitement.

He let out a chuckle as his eyes sparkled with a warm fatherly glow and he nodded. Older eyes widened slightly as she suddenly embraced him in her joy, he let out a chuckle and put a hand on her back. He was happy to see her joy of the surprise.

She looked up at him with a light blush coating her slightly rounded cheeks as she grinned up at him. "Thank you Mr. Watari!"

"You are most welcome dear. Now you need to get some rest...but before I go I have a request for you for tomorrow." He continued at her simple nod, "I need you to think of a name for yourself. No one in this home uses their real name, you will be no different."

The young girl nodded listening to him with a serious gaze, losing her childlike moment instantly. "Yes sir, I'll have one picked out."

He smiled kindly at her. "Goodnight then." He said gently and headed away from the room down the hall and finally out of sight.

She watched as he slowly left her alone, staring at the mouth of the hallway with an aged sadness in her eyes. She hated being alone, while she was excited she had her own space, she wasn't used to the idea of being alone...especially somewhere new. Slowly she dragged her eyes along all the doors and gave a little shrug to herself and slowly she started heading down the hallway looking at all the doors taking in their designs and locations. Each door was personalized except for the one on the left of hers at the very end of the hallway. She found it odd but then figured that there was no one in the room.

Finally after a few more minutes wondering in the hallway she went into her room and closed the door, slowly she looked around it to take in the details of her new temporary home.

Her eyes fell to the desk of the room, where she more than likely would spend the most of her time at. It was a simple antique cherry wood color with two drawers on each side of it. It had nothing on it, save the lamp, and she assumed nothing in it and by the looks of it, it was brand new. The computer chair perfectly tucked away against the desk was a simple black leather, or it was imitation she couldn't tell from the head of her room.

Moving her eyes towards the bed in the room she took in the comforter that adorned it. It had blue and white patterns covering it and she slowly walked over to it looking at the pillows as she pulled back the comforter. There was one blue pillow and one white to match the bed set. The sheets her blue with white trim, slowly she ran her hand across the sheets and couldn't help but smile at how soft they were, they had to be at least 500 thread count...how odd to give that to a child. She inspected the tag and smiled to herself seeing she was correct and that they were Egyptian cotton. She couldn't wait to curl up in the inviting bed.

She looked around her room and realized Watari had set her bag down, she assumed it was when she was quickly inspecting her room. Smiling to herself she went over to her bag and grabbed it moving over to her antique cherry wood dresser. She set her bag atop it and quickly opened it smiling seeing her stuffed raccoon sitting on top of her clothing. It was the only possession she had besides her bag, clothes, and shoes. She let a small giggle escape her lips as she hugged the beloved stuffed animal.

"Hello Coony! This is our new home...for now." She whispered to the stuffed creature as she moved the creature making it "look" around the room smiling to herself. "What do you think?" she asked it with a cute smile that only Coony saw. After a moment of silence she nodded to herself and smiled wider embracing the creature once more. "I love it too!" she giggled as she moved Coony over to her bed to sit on the white pillow on the left side of the bed.

Smiling fondly at the creature she moved to her dresser again and resumed her attempt of putting away her clothes stopping only for a moment pleased to find a couple of towels neatly folded in the top drawer with a full two-in-one shampoo bottle and a bottle containing body wash along with a tooth brush still in the package and regular mint toothpaste. There were two large towels, two hand towels, and two wash cloths. Pleased with her discovery she decided she would take a shower tonight after she got her room settled more.

Once finished putting her clothes away she moved her bag to the closet and tucked it away inside. The closet had a few black hangers in it and a small wicker basket she assumed was for dirty clothes. Taking off her shoes she tucked them in the closet beside her bag and closed the door quietly. Even though she was sure no one could hear her she didn't want to risk waking anyone. Looking around the room she let a small smile creep onto her face.

"I have a place that feels a little more like home than I've ever had..." she whispered to herself gazing around the room with a mixture of emotions hitting her. Walking over to the window she smiled as she reached up and pulled open the curtains smiling at the moonlight hitting her face.

Finally, she moved to her dresser and fetched herself some pajamas and fresh underwear along with a large towel and a wash cloth. Looking around her room again she smiled, nodded to herself and headed out of the room silently going to the bathroom across the room to the left of hers. She couldn't help but smile at the convenience of being close to a bathroom. Once she opened the tan bathroom door she looked around it quickly as she set down her towels and pajamas on the counter of the sink.

The bathroom was white and tan. The tile on the walls covering the entire bathroom was a white and tan pattern; there was white tile on the floor with a matching tan rug by the shower, which had a white curtain with tan designs covering it. The sink was white but had elegant tan designs stained onto it, the fixtures in the bathroom were silver and upon better inspection of the door it was tan but the carvings in the doors design were painted white. She hung her towel on the little rack by the shower and looked around the bathroom again. It was an interesting color scheme she admitted, who did a bathroom with white and tan? She turned and went back into her room to get her shampoo, body wash, toothbrush and toothpaste and noticed when she came out of her room, the room's door to her left was slightly ajar.

Curiously she took a step closer to the room and the door slightly moved. She couldn't see inside but she could hear the faint breathing of what sounded like a child coming from inside. "Hello?" she quietly called to the room only to feel as if she was being watched for a few silent moments before the door quickly closed. Silence followed the door closing and she shrugged to herself. She figured whoever it was, was just shy or didn't like to interact with others. Either way, it was 2:59 am...probably woke up hearing her shuffling around, she would have to apologize another time since they probably wanted to get back to sleep.

Finally she moved the rest of her things into the bathroom, followed by her closing and locking the door behind her entry. Setting her shampoo and body wash in the shower she turned on the water to a lukewarm then quickly moved her hand under the crying shower. Smiling feeling the water quickly warming to what she preferred she stripped herself and grabbed her wash cloth and got into the shower letting out a slight giggle as the shower's flowing tears tickled her flesh.

Closing her eyes she stood under the water and let her body relax. She had been awake for almost 22 hours and she could feel the effect it had on her body. She was never one to sleep much, this she assumed due to her acute insomnia, but she was actually tired tonight. She decided she would rest once clean and took a quick shower softly humming a tune to herself as she washed her body, sure to keep her tone low enough no one would be disturbed more than she apparently had already done.

Once finished she slowly dried herself as she looked over her flesh, pail and full of freckles, but not in a coating way. You could almost play connect the dots with her skin, she let out a slight giggle as she made random designs on her flesh as she dried. She dressed and brushed her teeth slowly as she inspected her face. Her eyes twinkled with life and contentment but held an aged tired gleam to them. She had dark circles under her eyes she estimated would go almost completely away after four, perhaps five good solid nights of sleep of roughly six hours? She wondered if she would even get six hours tonight, probably more along the lines of four but she knew she would be fine. Rest was rest.

She quickly dried her soap bottles and gathered her things in her arms and went into her room, making two separate trips to get her things. Once in her room for the remainder of the night she put her dirty clothes in the wicker basket, set her soaps along with her toothbrush and toothpaste on her dresser. She hung the towel and wash cloth in the closet over the titanium bar that remained bare, save the 12 hangers adorning it.

Looking around she tried to figure out if she could get any personal possessions or change anything about the room so it was more...hers. She finally climbed into her bed and let out a pleased sigh as she slowly melted into the bed, instantly snatching Coony into her embrace. She glanced to the light switch debating whether or not she wanted to brave to turn it off and quickly decided against it. Slowly she curled under the covers as she continued to relax, exhaustion fully hitting her.

"Wait" she mumbled sleepily to no one trying to stop herself from falling asleep. "A...new name..."

Her birth name was Takara Hirukashita...but she never cared for her name to begin with. It was the name they gave her. She smiled thinking about all the horrible things she's been called by other children as she bounced from foster home, to orphanage, to orphanage, to foster home, to orphanage to...it seemed to never end...she didn't think she'd be in this home very long but she figured she would go with it for as long as it lasted.

Turning over in her bed to look out the window looking out at the starry night sky with the beautiful full moon in the sky shining brightly into her room, she smiled. She got out of bed reluctantly clutching Coony tightly and turned off the light stiffly then smiled as she saw the moonlight entering her room illuminating it as if a light was on. The moon was so incredibly bright and comforting, letting her relax enough to loosen her grip on Coony slightly.

"That's what my name is...Tsuki...I'll call myself moon." She said with a small happy little giggle. She couldn't wait to shed her tired name and all the memories it adorned.

Content with her decision she smiled up at the moon shining brightly back at her. "Thank you Mr. Moon" she said with a soft happiness on her face, "for inspiring my new identity...I promise I'll only add to your wonderful reputation!" she giggled childishly. She didn't have too many childish moments but when she did she was always alone and thoroughly enjoyed each one as if it were the last.

She happily climbed back into bed and hugged Coony to her as she cuddled under the blankets. She softly started to hum Beethoven's Moonlight Sinatra as she let her body relax enough for sleep to take her into the exclusive club of non-night dwellers. Softly she pet her beloved companion as if it was alive as she continued to hum letting her body relax more. Slowly she drifted off to sleep falling into a deep restful sleep for the first time in weeks.