Summary: This is the way I met her, my dear little 'sister'. Although she is cheerful and full of live and glee, she wasn't that way when I first met her. Oh, no. She was a little girl with a monotone voice, her eyes lost in space, and her expression as if in oblivion. She's way different now that I've met her, that was four years ago. Somehow in her, I found a way to be at peace with myself.

Most of the story is going to be in Leo's POV, -which I will try my best at (If i don't hit the nail, tell me what I can fix.)- some excerpts wil be in the third person which will be scarce.

This place...is where they sent me to? There were a lot of children here. Probably an orphanage. The oldest sister, Sister Fiona showed me around the place. There was a main lobby, then I found there was a piano there as well. As the days passed by Sister Fiona took good care of me. Although I was pretty sure I was heading for jail though...

I was good there, doing the work Sister Fiona gave me I kept myself occupied for a couple of days. Then...

"Hey, why are your bangs so long?" her voice didn't bother me. What did was the feel of her hand reaching my face.

I shoved her away from me yelling at the little girl, "Don't touch me!" She started crying and I simply ran away into any room and slammed the door behind me. I was breathing heavy. I was really not good with children. No, it's more like I don't know how to deal with them. I glance up and gasp, a library. I looked around more, the shelves were full of countless books. I got one from the nearest shelf. They were a bit dusty but still good.

I...like books. They placed me in a world far from my own. Where anything was possible and nothing was...wierd or odd. By reading it got me off thinking about myself and the things I could see but no one else could. I was there all that day and days after that. It was a sanctuary for me. I could indulge in those stories for hours on end. And thankfully there were no kids' books so no one came to bother me. Until the fifth day I was there...

I hear an odd ruckus that came from the back of the room while I was reading. I say odd because according to me I was the only person in there. I went over there slowly and quietly. The books from the top part of the shelf had all fallen from their place. 'I should pick them up.' As I went over to the mount and picked the one on the top off a head plunged out from the bottom. Surprised me so that I jumped away a bit.

I looked closer, squinting my eyes. It was...a girl? She looked around to the mess she made; she must have for it hadn't been me. She stuck her trapped arms out and pulled herself out of the mess, a single book under her arm. Her hair was long past her waist and it was a dark black like a raven's feather, her eyes were a bit piercing and they were the color of sapphires. She didn't look older than me, then again she was a bit short; only reached to my chin. On her bosom laid a small jewel, I didn't really quite catch a good glimpse. She was leaving the mess of books she'd done behind and suddenly turned to look my way. Her eyes seemed lost in oblivion; not an expression in her face.

She spoke with a cold monotone voice to me, "Are you another kid with some bogus question that they want to know?"

'Wants to know?' "W-what are you talking about?" I speak a bit concerned if she was hurt. "Was it you who knocked down the books up there?"

She glances to the direction that the books fell from. "I wanted to get this but it was to tall. I climbed it and got it but the other books fell on top of me." She walked past me as she said all this. I turned around to see where she was headed and it turned out to be a little hidden alcove that was behind a small cabinet. It was big enough for her so it would fit me. And I was right. Inside it was like a small room. Inside were only a few things: a candle lit, a plate with some food leftovers, and to the place where she was now sitting down on a rug. Surrounding her where six books all opened. She took the one she got from under her arms, opened it and laid it with the others. She sat back down against the wall and glanced each at a certain time over and over, turning the pages one after the other. How in the world...?

"Are you reading all those at the same time?"

She sighed as her hand stopped from moving the page she was on. She was annoyed by me being here? "Yes am I. Although I've read them six times already. Now would you leave me alone."

"You're a very little girl talking way too big," I say back not getting how I exactly got her angry.

"I'm going to be twelve next month, smart aleck."

She has a big mouth for her height. "Then you're almost my age."

"I have growth problems," she says not really putting any attention to me anymore. "I doubt it is anything like dwarfism since I pass the 4ft. but then again I'm not exactly the 150cm a twelve year old should be." She knew plenty. To know about a disease and what age goes with what height. "What are you doing in this palce anyways. If your not a customer then leave."

This little girl is really starting to tick me off.

"Um, Fairy-san." She and I both looked up. I was surprised to the see the girl that I've pushed several days ago. She held a bag in her hand and seemed to be scared. "I'd like to ask something."

"Show me the payment first," she says reaching her hand out to her. The girl hands her the bag. She opens it and closes it right after. "What so you want to know?"

"When is the next full moon? Gorge said that a werewolf will come out if I don't guard myself during the full moon."

Seriously?

"It'll be the Friday after the next."

What? The girl left without another word. She sighed again, "Seriously. How rude can one be?" She opened the bag and started eating the cookies inside.

"The payment for a guess were cookies?" My voice sounding a bit sarcastic.

"It wasn't a guess." Her eyes were cold on mine. I flinch a bit, no one had actually taken the care to look at me straight in the eyes. "The last full moon was on the 14th of the lunar calander. Exactly twenty-nine days from then is the Friday after the next."

"You know a lot," I pointed out.

"I got nothing else to do." Her answered made me wonder. That day I read nothing at all. I had that little girl stuck in my head. Who was she and why was she there by herself? The next day I asked Sister Fiona about her.

"Oh, you must mean Claire-chan," she said smiling while answering my question.

"Claire?" My voice a little intrigued.

"If I remember right, she is about your age Leo. She is quite short for her age too. She doesn't talk much with the other smaller children though and all don't really get along with her."

"Why not?"

"They say she's wierd, but you know how children are. They might be scared too, since she's not like them." Her added sentence makes me wonder more.

"How so?"

"She's been here for almost three years now..."

Sister Fiona then told me all about her. She had been found outside near the edge of the chasm in Sablier. She unconscious and was barely eight. What disturbed them the most was that her clothings were drenched in dried up blood. When she had awakened three days afterwards, she said her name was Claire. They asked furthered but it seemed that she had severed amnesia for she couldn't remember nothing from her eight years of life aside from her own name. The children knowing how she was found and in what states just took it the wrong way and treated her as an outsider. She was older than them so she didn't take any notice of it, or so said Sister Fiona.

But... that oblivious and monotone expression. She might look smart and alright from the outside but... I would say i understand how she really feels inside. I think I act the same way. And if so then the way she really feels is...

...completely and utterly scared...

"You again?" Claire said looking up from her six bok reading. "I thought I said to leave me be."

"Well, I was kind of intrigued by how you acted yesterday." She ignored me completely and kept on reading. "And I was only going to introduce myself right. You don't like rude people, right Claire?" She stopped in her tracks.

"You're an ignorant hog to ask Fiona my name and not me directly." Okay, that hurt and pissed me off...a bit.

I continued though. "My name's Leo. Nice meeting you, Claire."

"We might be the same age but I don't intend to make friends with anybody." She went out of her little alcove and started putting the six books she was reading away. I went following her from behind.

"I just want to meet you formally."

"Right. Look Sherlock Holmes if you want to say something spit it out already-" she said placing her hands on her hips for a split second before going back to putting the books away.

I took a deep breath. She's either going to hit me or ignore me. "I know that you don't remember anything from you past."

"So." Her answer was short yet too fast. She was really fearful of me mentioning her lack of memory.

"First I want to say I'm really sorry-" her scoff interrupted me.

"You along with all the others said the same thing. 'We're sorry' or 'we hope you get them back soon'. All those words are sugar-coated with pity; pity is something I don't need nor want from anybody."

"Then..." I hesitated. "I don't intend to pity you."

She twirled around. "Why are you so damn stubborn about getting to me? What's so damn special about you that you think you can help me?" She yelled the last part in anger. I hadn't seen her let out any emotion before. Her cheeks were flushed pink, she was mad.

"I...don't have anything special about me. But I can tell you one thing for sure, I understand how you feel."

"Yeah, elaborate for me. Because last I checked I was the only kid in Fianna's that has no memory of who she is or where she came from." Her voice had become hoarse and chopped up. She was sobbing but trying to hide it.

"People also think I'm not normal." She stopped everything she was doing right away. I had her attention with the truth. No pity, nothing like that. Just the truth. "They don't talk to me because they're scared. At first I thought it was me and started accepting it as the way I was. But when I saw you the other day I noticed that it isn't them who's scared and backs away. It's me."

She abruptly turned around and started throwing the books in her hands at me. "Hey!" I called trying to calm down.

"Don't you dare!" she yelled furious tears flowing down her red, flushed cheeks; her eyes shinning in the tears. "Don't you dare come tell me it's my fault nobody likes me! I've done nothing to make them scared of me! They just don't like me because I'm wierd. I'm the one out of palce!" She stood there with no more books at hand to launch and started sobbing but hid it with her hands and hair. "I'm alone. I was left alone. No one cares. No one ever did and they never will," she sobbed and murmured to herself. The emotions she seemed oblivious to at first were only locked up. I was the one to burst her bubble open when I uncovered the truth she'd been hiding.

Her tears started to overflow from her hands and began dripping on the floor. I don't like it. She's crying and it's not what I wanted to accomplish. I just wanted to get her out of the dark place where she was alone. Because in a sense, in her I see myself. I went over and slowly patted her head. I kneeled in front of her and smiled, "It's alright. You're just scared but if you don't tell me of what I can't help you, Claire."

"I'm-" she breathed in deeply before answering completely looking into my eyes. I noticed that the flecks of light had surrouded her figure as if in protection. "I'm scared of being alone!" She let out the tears and cried with all her might. She was just scared as I was of the things that made me wierd. I hugged her and she embraced me back. I patted her head slightly as I whispered to her that it was fine to be scared. It was fine to cry out for her fear. After a few minutes, her sobbing ended and she stood before me. She was pouting and was blushing embarassed. "T-Thank you, L-Leo."

I chuckled a bit at how cute she was, "No need for that."

"Do," she hesitated. "Do you mind if I'm with you?"

I smiled. The other kids were nice but I'm just bad with kids. Claire wasn't such a kid as she seemed to be. "Not at all."

That's how it all started. Her being around wasn't so bad. She read her books, I read mine. At times, when new books got into the house, I told Claire that I would read them to her. This was because she told me that she had read everything in there six times over and she understood everything the first time around.

"Once I read it I understand it," she said answerign my question. "Once I understand it I never forget it. It's kind of boring deducing the end halfway through and being right all the time. It takes the fun of reading."

By me reading it to her she would listening to me and not be able to read before hand. She was happy for once in her life, she said. And for the first time since I came to know her I saw her smile cheerfully. That smile seemed melancholic and eased me somehow.

"Here!" Claire handed me a journal the day of my thirteen birthday. "So you can write anything you'd like."

I use it now to right notes about her to me so that I don't forget. She's a treasure I've found in this place. A treasure I never plan to give away.

Note to Self:

Inside every human being there's a treasure to unlock. Inside her heart I found a treasure that shines brighter than gold or any jewel on earth.

First Chapter yay! Review and tell me if you like the Leo POV. :)