The sun was just setting as the cool autumn's wind glided through the boldly colored leaves; making them fall onto the nearest living or nonliving creature. It was then that a soft glow eminated from the night's sky. The moon began to shine her light onto the land that befell her. Watching patiently, her glow lit up nearly every bit of the land; bringing hope. But even the light from her could not bring hope to all. No, not everyone was capable of possessing something of such importance; not everyone at all. It was then that she found the one that had lost it all. The greatest thing that could possibly exist was lost; non existant in her heart.

"Oh child, why must you deny yourself such emotions? I brought you into this world for you benefit, believing that you could possesse the hope that you need. Is it love that you need?"

Below on a fallen limb, sat a young girl. Her hair was the embodiment of night, whilst her skin, clear as moonbeams. Golden eyes wandered skillfully accross the land as she waited, waited for some one. A single bed of wildflowers lay near her calve, as a tear trickled down her porcelin face; her life was created to face the pain and sorrow of those around her. So now, she awaits the day until her curse is lifted and her soul will be set free. . . . . . . . . . . .

"Do I have too?" A young girl with the appearance of about eight asked while pouting, trying to beg. "This sucks, I don't wanna."

"Well it's not what you want, and either way, you seem to have no choice."

"But what if I were to do all of of your paper work!" her honey eyes glistened with hope. "Come on, I know want to."

This one thought pierced the demi god's mind. Sure, he would have taken her up on her offer, but then that would mean a servere punishment from his father. "I'm sorry Oriole, but this is something that can not be helped. If I could, I would let you free of this but I can't."

"Damnit, why the hell was sentenced to this crap!" She began to make her way out of the room, cursing obsenities. Never has she been so more upset in her life. Hell, she would rather be considered a normal kid in this body, but I guess fate had other plans for her.

Back in the office, the demi god himself switched on the monitor, watching and waiting until the young girl returned to the human world. He wished that he could prevent this, but this was out of both his father and his control. He just hoped that her arrogant attitude would subside before she caused any destruction to her and the surroundings around her.

Damn, I hate you Koenma. If I could, I would have snapped your neck years ago." A light chuckle escaped her rosy lips as she made her way down the path back to her supposed home. "That would have surely made my day by now. But I guess that no one can be that lucky."

Trying to calm herself down from the pain and anger that seemed to multiply by the minute, she noticed the stares coming from the shoppers that she passed. "What the hell are you staring at? Haven't you ever seen a little girl walk by herself before!" Everywhere she went, people seemed to stare with large amounts of curiousity pouring from the thoughts. It's not everyday that they see an eight year old girl walking through the busy street of the city.

Passing the window of a store, a pained expression an across her face. "Why the hell did I have to be stuck this way, in the body of a child for sake! There are some things that I don't mind by being this way, but. . . . . . . . .why me of all people; what did I do?"

Everything seemed to go beyond wrong for her. First, her mother thought that she was some abnormal girl since she a friend of the family saw her beating up a man twice or maybe three times her size. And not to mention that in school, her teachers had considered her to be a genius thus moving her to a higher level than before. But that didn't seem to work; nothing did. She was smarter than the average child, way smarter. But if they only knew the half of it. Oriole was not the average little girl that many would find enjoying going to the park and playing with the other kids there. No, she would usually be found sitting by herself on a bench; quiet and reserved. No one could understand here action, so they would just dub her 'anti-social', but that was in reality, far from the case. Sure, her mother was proud of her for the accomplishments that she made, but it still worried her deeply that her child was not on good terms with people.

"Ori, why are you out here so late. Every one has been deathly worried about you."

Taking her eyes away from her minature figure that watched her in the store window, she saw the friend of the family begining to kneel down to her level whilst giving her a kind smile. "Oh hi Shu-chan." In her best childlike voice, she said the name.

"Oriole, everyong has been looking for you, you do know that right?" His smile had began to fade once he noticed the hurt expression forming on her face, but then returned as he tried to lighten her mood. "Come on, I'll take you home. How about I give you a piggyback ride this time."

"Thanks Shu-chan, but I want to walk myself k?"

Simply nodding, he respected her wishes. This little girl had been a friend of the family since from before he could remember. Sure she was a bit reckless, anti-social, and intelligent than most, but he believed that there was a reason for her character. After the eight years of knowing the little girl, he had found himself somewhat attached to her as if she were a younger sister. He felt the need to protect her more than anything, thus when she went missing, he would almost instantly take the initiative of searching for her. But for some reason, he would find her in the same place; wandering down the same streets at generally the same time of day or night.

"Tell me Ori, why were you walking all by yourself? You do understand that wandering the streets alone generally attract attention, some that are not the best to call upon."

"Just thinking, that's all Shu-chan." She hated when he would pester her with these questions. If only he knew the half of it then none of this would be asked.

"Lying to me will get you no where Oriole." His expression had grown slightly angry, but yet it had a deep compassion to it. "I find you in this vicinity nearly every three days, and not to mention that half of the time that you go to school, the principal calls your home to say that you never arrived. Your mother has become quite worried about you, Oriole and so have I. If you need to talk, I'm right here. I may not be eight anymore, but I will try my best to help."

'If only you knew my problems Shuichi. I try not to worry anyone, but I guess that some things can not be helped. I know that you care deeply for me, even though you have no reason to. My life is just too complicated for even you to understand. There are many things that I wish that I could tell you, but how would you react to them. Sure, your a youkai, but I am far from that status.

"Are you even listening to me Oriole?" Waving his hand in front of her face, he tried to receive a response.

"Yes, I'm listening so you can quit your damn talking and trying to receive a responses from me." Swatting his hand from your face, you continued you walk back to your home while leaving Shuichi there with a hurt, but dumbfounded look upon his face. "And you can go home now, I'm feeling much better now, meaning. . . . .LEAVE ME ALONE!" you began waving at him from a distance.

He didn't know whether or not to to stand there looking dumbfounded or to follow and make sure you were safe. Hell, he knew of your little slip with those type of 'words, but he would have never guessed that you would tell him that.

"Sorry Shu-chan, but I am in no mood to be the same little girl that adored and loved to spend time with you. I am on a mission, and I am afraid that if you do not want your life to end, it would be best if you stay out of mine, for once.