Chapter 1- something truly precious

Chocquant dos de votre entravée

souffle

mon chéri peut se sentir la marée votre

si le froid eaux

et tes lèvres tremblent

Darling, ne vous venir à l'intérieur

sentant le retour

sentimentà votre peau

chérie peux-tu sentir le feu

voir la grâce sourire de vos lèvres

chérie habitude votre mine grâce baiser

The ocean is vast and beautiful. My grey eyes fixated on the way the tide broke against the shore from where I sat on my dinning room's window ceil. The sky was grey tonight and the water restless with violent waves. I didn't hate the rain, It was beautiful. My pale lips slowly moved with the words of an old lullaby my mother sang to me before she passed "Chocquant dos de votre entravée soufflemon chéri peut se sentir la marée votresi le froid eauxet tes lèvres tremblent, Darling, ne vous venir à l'intérieur -"I stopped singing for a moment to look at the figure of something that had just broke against the shore in the distance "Probably a trash bag" I muttered out loud. "Wait a second" I whispered taking a bit more of an alert position on the mahogany ceil.

I broke out into full sprint and made a break for the door. I couldnt even hear myself think over the sound of the heavy rain as I ran for the shoreline. My grey eyes widened. She was younger then me by at least four years, probably be about seven. Her pale skin was caked in mud and she was soaked to the bone.

I pulled her small freezing body out of the water and pressed on her stomach as water leaked from her mouth "Oh gosh" I pinched her nose and made an attempt at CPR. "Common common wake up wake up" I tried again and again.

Her

opalescent eyes fluttered open and a light smile graced my lips.

She was light and shaking as I lifted her into my arms bridle style. I felt her tiny trembling fingers clinging to my wet shirt. I bit my lower lip awkwardly "ummm s'okay" I said in a semi-comforting tone. I'm a socially awkward person, I always have been. This girl couldn't have been more then seven years old and I still had practically no Idea how to respond to her and she wasn't even talking.

"Lawiet who's this?" Watari asked from where he sat in his usual place in the reclining chair in the living room. He found me when I was around Eight years old and took me in. I shook my head to say I had absolutely no clue.

"Well I'd say she looks tired, wouldn't you?"

I nodded in agreement standing in the middle of the puddle the two of us had created in the few minutes I'd been standing there holding her.

"Well lets get her dried off and put her to bed for the night, so she can get some rest" He said slowly as if he were giving me time to think about what he was saying. He wasn't talking that way because he thought I was stupid. He knows I'm a genius, He just knows I over think things and sometimes it takes awhile for me to make a choice.

I said "okay" Watari smiled and called for the house maid Takeda to come and get her. Takeda was younger then me by a year. She wasn't being forced to work here she was just another orphaned child Watari saved from the streets. She agreed to help out if she could live with us.

Takeda lifted the tiny girl out of my arms and took her down the hallway to get her dried off. "I wonder how she ended up in the ocean" I muttered sitting down on the carpet beside Watari's chair.

"Who knows" he said quietly as I pulled my knees against my chest "but the important thing is that you saved her Ryuzaki"

I nodded "I guess I just hope she's okay"

"Why don't you go climb into bed and relax, Ryuzaki"

"Kay" I said quietly shifting onto my feet and sauntering down the darkend hallway. On my way to my room I stopped in the doorway of the room Takeda had laid the small girl down in. I stared at her for a moment. She looked peaceful when her lips weren't blue and her small hands werent struggling to cling to life.

Quietly I crossed the wood flooring over to her bed and stared at her flawless face. Her lips were pink and her cheeks rosy. She had long dark lashes that cast light shadows over those rosy cheeks and her pink lips were parted every so slightly as gentle warm breaths escaped her tiny mouth.

"wow..." I muttered to myself. She was truly something precious.

"Hey!" Mello wined pushing Matt out of his way as he scrambled down the hall. Mellow was a hot tempered little blond. Honestly I think he was more emotional then Takeda who was a girl. "Mello! cut it out" I snapped at the nine year old from where I sat on the window ceil in the dinning room with a book in my lap.

Matt let out a quiet groan from where he now lay on his face "I'LL BLOW YOUR HEAD OFF BLONDEY!" The ginger yelled with semi fierce eyes as he ran off in Mello's direction. Takeda sat down beside me and gave me a soft smile "So Ryu, did you sleep good?"

Out the corner of my eye I saw the tiny blond girl watching us from around the corner "Hey" I said quietly.

She didn't talk she just moved a little farther into her hiding spot.

"You got a name?" I asked in my usual mono tone.

She just shook her head and stayed where she was.

"Okay well you need a name" Takeda said with a smile.

I simply gave her a 'no duh' kind of look.

"She looks like a Hiyama" Takeda said shifting her weight into her hands.

"No, How about Ichigo" I offered.

Takeda gave me an odd look "Ichigo?"

"What her face is red like a strawberry" I shrugged.

"IT WONT ALWAYS LOOK THAT WAY IDIOT!" She lectured.

I said "forgive me" in an uncaring tone.

"How about Esa ?" Takeda suggested.

"Misa" I whispered.

The little blond picked her head up and came out from behind the wall just a little bit.

"I still like Hiyama" Takeda said stubbornly.

"I think Misa suits her well" Watari said from where he stood in the dinning room doorway.

"Whatever" Takeda muttered "I'm gonna go wake Near up before he sleeps to long and gets cranky"