"I knew it!" I said, annoyed, to Kyo: the neighbourhood cat. I know he doesn't understand, but he's the only one who listens and he's very good at since I had come to Suna 13 years ago I had wanted to be a ninja, but they wouldn't let me in. My family's history was "too unpredictable" and I might "follow that path.". I don't really understand what they meant by that (seeing as the only memory I actually have of my family is that my dad made my mum cry a lot and that my mum always tried to shelter me from him) but people have always avoided me. My parents left me here when I was five and a kind lady called Ayako took me in. She wasn't the same as my mother, but in a few months she was all I had, and she was lovely to me. She died when I was 13 so I've been on my own for about five years now. It's not so bad but at every attempt to make friends people just pushed me away. Everyone except...
"I cant believe they followed me again!" they do this every time I go out. Its only me as far as I'm aware, but I've learnt to live with it. They just don't trust me.
Almost every day my routine was the same: Get up, stretch and wish it wasn't morning; Get dressed, wanting more money for art supplies. I suppose I did enjoy my job at least; Go to work - a little shop just down the road, I was a chef there; Come home, sometimes go shopping for dinner first; Eat dinner, feed Kyo; Go to sleep. It was a boring existence, but it was an existence all the same. On my few days off I would paint. I loved nothing more than painting. It was like I could get away from the world and create a whole new one however I wanted it to be. There was more life in my paintings than in my actual life.
I walked into the kitchen to put my bags down, having just been on one of my occasional shopping trips. I heard a mewing and felt Kyo trying to climb up my leg - scratching and clawing at my skin.
"Okay okay, just let me unpack and then I'll feed you." I said, detaching myself from him. I gave Kyo his food and then put some water on to boil for ramen. After eating I felt unusually tired, so I took myself off to bed. I got changed into my pyjamas and climbed into bed, snuggling under the covers - feeling warm and safe. I felt Kyo jump onto the bed and curl up on my feet - purring loudly.
"Good night, Kyo."
A man wandered though the frosty night in Suna, cloaked in darkness. There was a time when he had lived here, but that time was long gone. He no longer felt any connection to this place. There was no one out to recognise him. It was midnight and all were inside.
He finally saw the place he was looking for, a tall apartment building."It's lucky she's on the bottom floor." He muttered, as he opened a window and climbed in. He walked around the rooms - scanning carelessly with his eyes - until he came to the bedroom.
"There she is." He grabbed an empty bag off the desk and stuffed some clothes in it for the girl and picked up Sora's sleeping body. This is going to be a nuisance - she's bound to try to get away, he thought while jumping back out the window. This time, not alone.