Toriko was walking past a field covered in swards, a grave-yard. He went over to pay his respects when he noticed the freshly dug graves, and unburied corpses. He heard someone digging, and was disgusted to see a girl, no older than five, climb out of the hole. She paid him little heed as she tried to get one of the bodies to the correct grave. He rushed forward to catch her when she stumbled.
"Here let me." He said. She looked at him before drifting out of consciousness.
After he'd finished, he took her to a near-by hospital. When he got there they rushed her to the ER. It was several hours later that the doctor would come back out.
"How is she? Is she going to be ok?" The doctor held up a hand.
"She'll survive. The damage to her right eye can't be fixed, her left leg was broken, her right arm had two torn ligaments, her hands and feet were worked raw, she's exhausted, and severely malnourished and dehydrated. She'll have to stay for a week or two depending on how fast she heals." He look at her then sighed. "Look I know exactly the best option, but there's no record of her. Meaning she either was abandoned very young, or was born to a nonmember. She doesn't have anyone else. Would you take her in?"
"….Yeah. I'll take care of her."
The doctor smiled. "Thanks. You may want to get a room ready, and some clothes and toys, etc."
"Yeah. I'll go do that."
-LINE BREAK!-
He'd gotten to the docks where he'd meet with Tom, a friend to ask for help.
"HEY, Toriko! How's it going?" Tom asked
"Good, but I need some help." He then gave the smaller man a basic run-down of the situation. "You think you could help?"
"Why not? Come on, let's get going. The stores are gonna be packed soon, and I don't want to be seen there." They went to the shop. Never before had Toriko seen so many children's things in one store. After they bought what was needed, they contacted Smile. The man was known for Gourmet Architecture, and would probably have fun with a kid's room.
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The two men had gone to pick her up, and take her home. The weeks had gone by quickly, with both of them visiting every-other day. Her name was now Ryuga. That was a sad and funny story. She had woken up and they were asking routine questions, when they got to her name she said she'd ever had one. Both Tom and Toriko thought it would be a good name. It represented strength, and protection, and she seemed to like it.
Before they left the doctor reminded them to have her stitches out in a month and keep as much pressure off her arm and leg as possible. Then he told them to keep her wounds clean and "Make sure she gets enough to eat, and drink, and gets enough sleep." After a hearty laugh they went on their way. Ryu, as they had taken to calling her, fell asleep in Tom's arms on the way. When they got to Toriko's house they took her to her room and tucked her in for the night.
"Bring her by to visit from time to time. Ok?" Tom said.
"OK. OK." Toriko laughed "I will. And you're welcome to stop by for visits any time."
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.