Finding Hina, chapter one
Yukito, Hina's brother's POV
It's been several years since my dear sister went missing. I wonder if shes still alive, and if she is, where she is. I sighed as I watched the clock on the classroom's wall, the minutes ticking by feeling like hours. "Valliere-san? Valliere-san? Did you hear me?" a voice echoes in my head, ringing in my ears and awakening me from my trial of thought. . . ." I looked up at the blonde-haired girl.
Miku Hatune and I have been friends for ages, even before oneechan disappeared. Miku was a decent looking girl, long blonde hair down to her hips, often tied up in to twintails. She had the deepest grey eyes I've ever seen, and they seem to tell a story.
A story worth telling.
I heard her calling again, and stood up quietly, grabbing my ripped, yet still intact bag. Miku, her twintails bouncing, raced infront of me to join her shy friend Yumi. The black-haired girl looked up at me from her book, blushing slightly from embarrassment. "K-Konnichiwa, Yukito-san!" she said cheerfully, stuttering a bit. I bowed low, still silent.
Yumi mumbled a bit to Miku, and I catched what she said. "Why doesn't he talk?" I haven't talked since Hina left. Heck, even if I tried to talk these days, my voice might come out cracked and hoarse as someone with a cold!
As I'm walking with the two chatting friends, Im thinking of the item I found in mother's stash of old stuff she doesn't need anymore. I found a small green shell, about the size of a quarter of my palm, with tiny light green wings on the side of it.
Inside, was a magnicent green pearl, the exact colour Hina always loved. I decided I could place with on her memorial maybe, as a reminder of how she was such a good singer when she was still with me.
Hina's POV
Via Somewhere far away
Once again, I was on the run, being chased by some guards, because I stole bread; Again. People around this place are really strange. I cant wait till I find the borderline to cross over into my hometown again!
This is why I hate maps.
I fell in a delivery truck several years ago, when I was 7. Soon, I'll be able to access another truck that might get me home, and maybe I could find a family to stay with! You never know. Or I could end up in another dimension, or planet. Let's just pray to god that I don't.
I fumbled around with the latch on my backpack, trying to find the crumpled map deep hidden at the bottom. "Damn it!" It's covered in water from the storm last night! Cursing to myself, I smoothed the map out on my lap so that I could see all the landmarks. "Okay then . . . " I mumbled.
I used my finger to trace a path, the path I was following. I was already three quarters of the way to the post office, where all the delivery trucks arrive. Let's just hope I get there before any of the trucks drive off without me!