The boy slightly lifted his head from the pool of blood below him. He stared up at the slim gray figure before that was standing with the blue moon behind it. A long katana was gripped into the figure's hand.

"What did you say about me?" the figure whispered, slowly bringing the katana across her thighs. Apparently, they had said something insulting about her earlier.

"I-I..." the boy stuttered. He could not wrap his head around the fact a girl beat up 5 guys. Before the mysterious girl whacked the boy in the head firmly making him unconscious, the boy looked back at his feet, where the rest of his gang members lay, possibly dead.

"Punks..." the girl whispered. It was 1:37 in the morning. Yomi Ryuuga had just finished beating sense into 5 young gang members from an amateur neighborhood gang. She sighed in relief. Still, she had not gotten used to the fact that she had the power to bring people down. It made her uncomfortable at the fact that she was notorious for protecting the citizens of the poor part of the city from gangs that thought they could get their way.

Yomi slung the katana over her two shoulders, looking back at the sight. Five bodies trembled under her gaze, hoping for mercy. The thin girl shook her head slightly after putting the wooden katana back into it's holster that hung down her right thigh. She didn't pity them, and she didn't want to beat them anymore. Just a couple of days ago, they had robbed an old ladie's store Yomi went to frequently. Nobody deserved that, especially anybody Yomi knows. So, she naturally felt the need to punish them.

She walked away slowly. The winter air made her nose tingle. It stung, but she got over it. It was the beginning of December, so of course it was cold. Yomi only wished that she had brought her coat or something warm. No use moping about it then. Instead, she walked faster and faster, hoping to get to her home, which was 8 blocks away. Her brown leather boots made crunching sounds that could be heard clearly, only because it was so quiet. It was silent, actually. It added to the creepiness and loneliness in the city. While she walked through the light bluish darkness, she made out the figure of a stubby looking building, with the words HOMRA plastered over the top of it.

"A bar?" she whispered, shaking her legs. She was certainly tired from the cold and waste of energy, so she decided to go in as the sun came up. Pulling her hood over, the door's bell rang. She was only 17, so legally, she couldn't drink. But, she could still go inside. The smell of cigarettes hit her nose roughly, and she saw a tall man wiping down the counter of the bar. It was cold, unlike how Yomi thought it would be. She frowned, wishing that it was warmer.

"Hi, young lady. Aren't you a little young to be drinking?" the man asked. He had purple shaded glasses, a small red tie, and nicely styled hair. He was better looking than most of the men Yomi had seen in Shizume.

"Yeah. I am," Yomi whispered. She brought her hands up to her mouth and she breathed into them. The man, Izumo Kusanagi glanced at the girl. He wondered why she had a bloodied shirt and a large wooden katana at her left thigh. Finally, she realized that she was just cold. She had no sweater, and she was trying to hide her shivering.

"Ah. It's a little cold outside, huh? I'll turn on the heater," Izumo proceed to walk to the thermostat behind the hallway and adjust it a little higher. Yomi watched as he looked back at her and smiled. "You can sit down," the man welcomed, sliding out a red chair from under the bar's counter. Yomi nodded. Slowly, she walked to the chair and sat in it slowly. She figured she still had some time before a certain someone woke up without her. Izumo continued to polish his glasses and counter. He noticed that the girl was very withdrawn, and could be dangerous, considering the blood on her shirt and katana on her thigh. But, she did not seem to have intentions to hurt anyone then.

"What are you doing here? At 2:00 in the morning?" Izumo asked, not taking his eyes off his crystal cups. Yomi didn't respond. Izumo figured that she was just a wanderer or runaway. He backed off with the questions and slid her a glass of water. "It's hot water. It's good to drink when you're cold," He didn't expect her to move, but she put her hands around the cup, and looked up at the man thankfully.

"Thank you," she whispered. Izumo almost let his jaw drop. As she looked up, he glanced at her eyes. One was red, one was blue. It was a rare occasion to meet someone with such unusual eye colors, one of each. Realizing that he had seen her eyes, Yomi gasped softly and lowered her head. She sipped the water lightly and Izumo did not bother with her reaction. He figured she was just a kid who needed to rest. She wasn't dangerous after all, he thought.

"Your eyes," Izumo began, "are very-"

"OIII!" the door was so suddenly burst open, which made Yomi instinctively jump up at the noise. Her hood was blown off from the sudden wind, and the handle of her katana was in her hand, ready to strike. Through her one eye that was red, she could only see in monochrome. Her blue eye could make out the color and features on the people who came through the door. One boy was very familiar.

"You...?" Yomi whispered, lowering her sword.

"Ah! It's you!" Yata Misaki yelled.

"You know her?" a man from behind Yata asked. He was tan and had blond hair, with a gold medallion around his neck.

"Wow, what pretty eyes!" a fair haired man said, coming through the two. Yomi stepped backwards frightened. The boy who had come through the doors yelling was carrying a skateboard and bat, and his expression turned from surprised to a glare.

"This girl..." he began. His voice was rough.

Yomi clutched her katana harshly. She remembered who he was. The boy who she helped. Even though he said he didn't need help. Ignoring them, she looked at the clock on the wall, realizing that she had spent too long out. She gasped loudly and took a long step forward, but only tripped as she stepped on a marble.

"Ah!" she squealed, hitting the ground. Embarrassed, she ran out of the bar in a hurry, tumbling over herself and her holster. The door made a loud clang as she ran through it.

"Hey, wait! Miss!" Izumo called, waving his hands, wondering why she quickly panicked.

"What the hell did you do to her?" The man with the gold necklace, Kamamoto Rikio, asked.

"Nothing! S-Shut up!" Yata screamed walking into the bar with blushing cheeks. The other man, Totsuka Tatara, saw that the girl had left something behind. A green bracelet with special information was dangling from the arm rest on the stool.

"Anna-chan... It's not nice to leave your marbles out..." Totsuka whispered. A small girl clad in a red dress came walking from the corner of the hallway. Anna picked up the marble she held dearly, dusting it off.

"That girl... has special eyes." the small girl whispered.

"What do you mean, Anna?" Izumo asked. Even though he had seen her odd eyes already, if Anna said someone was special or the obvious, there was more to it. He looked at the girl slightly frowning because of her actions. The only reason Yomi tripped was because Anna rolled a marble out for her to step on, to stall her.

"Two colors... She is colorblind in the red eye..." Anna explained, lowering her head. In a way, Anna and Yomi shared the same sight impairment. Totsuka read the information on the neon green bracelet carefully.

Ryuuga Yomi

12/30/95

Female

Heterochromia - Color Blindness

Ayusawa Home for Deficient Children

"Anna was right... Miss Ryuuga is colorblind." Totsuka said, waving the bracelet in front of him. Izumo walked up to Totsuka from behind, snatching the bracelet away swiftly. Totsuka smiled in response.

"She's an orphan?" Izumo said, lowering the bracelet from his face.

"What's heterochromia?" Yata asked, glancing at the tag.

"It's a gene mutation that occurs in a person eye." Anna said, sitting upon the couch. Yata blushed in response to being lectured by a 10 year old.

"We should visit this 'Ayusawa Home'," Totsuka suggested. It was better for them to give the tag back than to keep it. It's probably pretty important.


Miss Ayusawa, the 49 year old gentle lady, who took care of the Ayusawa foster children, was getting worried. She always checked on the children to see if the were sleeping properly at 4:00 exactly. It was important that the children have good sleep and physical appearances. Especially since they all had special gene mutations in them. Some had mutations that were quite pretty and unique, like albinism in the 8 year old girl, Holly Miller, who had come to the U.S. after being given up by her Japanese mother. Some kids had eye mutations like Yomi, but some had worse ones. A boy who went to the same high school as Yomi was anemic, but he was still able to perform well in school. Others had mild to severe mental disorders. Out of all of them, Yomi had the least mutated genes, but, she was not favored by many people. It was hard to be adopted when you were, "defective", was what Yomi would call it.

Miss Ayusawa knew that Yomi was a trouble maker, but it was her last year to be taken care of, and when her time was up, she would have to let her go.

Panting harshly, Yomi ran through the small building as quickly as she could, passing Miss Ayusawa who was checking on the younger children's rooms. When she realized Miss Ayusawa was already awake, Yomi sighed and walked to her side.

"Yomi..." Ayusawa whispered, closing the door and facing the taller girl. "I was worried about you! Are you insane?" Ayusawa yelled, careful not to wake the children.

"I'm sorry! I was out," Yomi explained, hanging her head in shame.

"Yomi, it's your last year here. When you turn 18, I won't be able to take care of you anymore." Ayusawa cupped Yomi's left cheek, making her frown sadly. She knew of what would happen to her when she turned 18, which was in a couple days. "I'm sorry, my child. But I'm sure someone will come for you." The old widow smiled, but still, Yomi's expression did not change.

"No. No one will come." she whispered, shaking her head.

"Do not say that!" Ayusawa chided, hitting Yomi atop of the head lightly. Yomi flinched, but rubbed her head with a sad smile.

"You know it's true, Ayusawa..." It was a silence that made the atmosphere sad, not awkward. Miss Ayusawa knew how hard it was for the children to grow up with their special deficiencies, and how hard it was to get adopted. She sympathized with them, as she had a son with a mental issue,who was in fact adopted.

"Ryuuga-san... Please go get dressed..." Ayusawa whispered, hugging Yomi tight. At first, it surprised her that she was suddenly embraced, but she soon chuckled.

"What the heck Ayusawa... You're such an old lady..." It was meant to be a joke to lighten the mood, but Yomi realized Ayusawa was serious. She was going to miss the child. Yomi grumbled softly, and soon hugged Ayusawa back. When the two let go, Yomi turned around to her room. Waving her hand, she gave a small 'bye' before going into her room.


Hi! This is my first story I've ever written, so I hope you like it! This was kind of a thing I thought up before I went to bed a few months ago, and I've been thinking about writing it for a long time. I hope you come to like Yomi... And my story! Please review~

(I might have made some grammar mistakes... I'll check more later.)