Wow. I can't believe how much time has passed. I am such a failure at life, in general. I have so many unfinished stories, and now I am going to try and rewrite yet another?!?!?! I am officially crazy. But hopefully, this time the story will be better, and more people will review. Or, then again, people could hate it and through random assortments of rotten produce my way. I'm hoping for the first option. Please review if you read this! Otherwise, I will probably quit writing, since I have no talent.

Raimundo's POV

"Get up will you? This isn't a hotel, so stop sleeping so us hard-working citizens can actually take a seat!"

I opened my eyes, shielding my face from the sun with the palm of my hand, and groaned at the annoying sound of the aggravated man's voice. But, instead of arguing with the man, I simply got up and brushed past him briskly. I wasn't about to get in a fight with this man, and it was time for me to start looking for food anyways. It was already a quarter past six in the evening, and I was starving.

You are probably all wondering, when did my life become so horrible? Living on the streets, having to sleep on bus benches, and pillaging for food doesn't sound like the ideal life for the average man. It wasn't always like this. In fact, about seven years ago, I had a perfectly good life. Maybe a busy life, what with defending the world from witches, boy geniuses, 1,000 year old lizard-men, and evil beans, but a good life.

But, once my life of happiness was over, I was forced to live on the streets. It's not like I had a family to turn to. They had all been either killed or imprisoned, just for being circus folk. Not many people are very racist, but when they are, they can do terrible things. A group of bandits surrounded my family's circus tent one night, and burnt it to the ground. My parents and siblings had been inside rehearsing for the evening's next show, so they were burned alive. The men who killed them have still never been caught, but I hoped they would soon.

Since I had nowhere to go, I just wandered around Asia, occasionally taking ships to Japan to see if I could find work anywhere. At the moment, I am currently in Tokyo, looking for employment. I have not found any employers who would take me, just because I am Brazilian mainly.

I continued walking down the sidewalk, towards the nearest bakery. I was concentrating on avoiding people while wondering what scraps the bakery might have, when I bumped into someone.

"I am so sorry, ma'am. I wasn't looking where I was going."

She kept apologizing as well as I was dusting myself off. Once I lifted my head, I stared at her face and thought one thing.

I know those blue eyes anywhere!

Ooooo… cliffhanger. But I'm guessing anyone can guess who it is, because of the obviousness of it. If you read and review, I may update. If I don't get anything…I still may update, but there is a way lower chance of that ever happening. Please read and review!