Dark. Its very dark.
Its night time.
Night time?
Yes. Its when the sun goes down.
The sun? what is the sun?
The light in this world. It symbols when to get up.
Oh.
A boy that looks like a very thin and fragile thirteen year old, walks down the street of England Winchester. Its empty where he is. The only confert he has, are his dreams and the kind voice that talks to him. He walks down the diserted, streets near the forest and stops and sees a very large house. He starts to walk past it.
Stop. That place is a good place.
Good place?
Yes. You will be helped. You will be fed and watered. You'll be safe.
Safe? safe from what?
Everything. Go to the house and knock on the door with your fist.
The boy nods his head and climbs the rot iron fence and walks threw the yard and when he reaches the door, he knocks on it and sits on the steps.
What now?
You wait until a man comes and opens the door.
Right then, the door opens and a man in his early sixties looks around, then spots the boy. The boy has honey brown hair and pale, and sickly looking skin. When the boy turns to look at him, there are dark circles under his dead, honey eyes.
"Hello." The old man says, slightly startling the boy by his voice.
What do I do? The boy starts to panic.
Calm. He is a good man. Bow your head slightly and repeat him.
The boy slightly bows his head and replies in a dry voice that sounds as though he hasn't had anything to drink in a week. "Hello."
"What is your name?" The man asks.
"What is your name?" The repeats the man, like the voice told him to.
No. You tell him your name and he will do the same.
Oh... What is my name?
... Say it is Tsuki.
"Tsuki. What is your name." The boy says in a emotionless tone. Confusing the poor elderly man.
"Umm... hello Tsuki. My name is Roger. I take care of this orphanage. Would you like to come in?"
Yes. Say Yes, please.
"Yes please." Tsuki replies.
When they go in, Roger takes Tsuki to the kitchen to get him something to eat and drink, because he looks like he is starved and parched. Roger heats up that nights soup and gives it to the boy and gives him some water. The boy looks at in wonder and confusion.
What is this?
Food and water. Drink the water with your mouth.
How?
You bring the glass to your lip. Hold the glass carefully and tip the glass slightly so the liquid can go into your mouth. Then drink the liquid.
Tsuki does what the voice says, but ends up with little of the water because most of it falls onto his riped and torn shirt.
Roger sighs and gets up and gets a towel and starts to wipe the water to try and dry his shirt, but he stops when the boys eyes widen and he starts to shake and panic.
"It. Its okay. I'm not going to hurt you." roger tries to reasure the boy, but he doesn't stop panicking.
Its okay. He is trying to help you so you don't get sick. Let him.
Tsuki nods his head then calms his head and sits still, confusing the man again. But the man takes the boys sudden calmness as a sign to continue, so Roger does so.
After a few spils and Roger helping Tsuki with his soup and all, Roger takes Tsuki to one of the rooms and knocks on the door. About a minute later, they hear grumbles and irritated sounds, the door slams open and reveals a very pissed off... girl?
"What the hell do you want!" She yells, scarring Tsuki and he hides behind Roger's leg. Roger frowns at the girl.
"Mello. Looks what you've done. You've scared him." Roger complains.
Mello looks down and sees a very small and sickly looking boy.
"Wow. You look like you've been threw hell," Mello says in slight shock. "Where'd you find him Roger?" Mello asks.
"He came here." Roger replies.
Mello slightly nods his head. "So what'd you want?" Mello asks.
"He needs to borrow some cloths tonight. He only has the ragidy long shirt," Roger says. Mello nods his head.
Girl cloths aren't good. They are not fit for a boy. The voice says in an irritated voice.
"It says, girl cloths aren't fit for a boy. I'm not wearing them." Tsuki says in a emotionless voice.
Mello stops midstep, from getting the cloths and looks at Tsuki in a deathly looks.
"I'm. A. BOY!" Mello yells out, running towards Tsuki getting ready to hit him.
RUN! TSUKI RUN!
Tsuki nods his head and turns around and runs down the hall. Something grabs his arm and pulls him into a room and Tsuki struggles out of the grip.
"Hey. Little guy, stop struggling. Your safe here." A kind but bored voice says, trying to soothe him.
Tsuki stops stuggling and looks at the boy still holding onto him.
The boy has redish brown hair. He is wearing striped PJ's(it IS night-time) and orange goggles on his head.
Safe?
Safe. He looks nice and he did safe you from that boy... boy... shocking.
"Your safe." Tsuki says to the red head. "Hello. My name is Tsuki." Tsuki says, bowing his head slightly.
"Hey squirt. I'm Mat. Sorry about the blondie. He looks like a chick even though he hates being called one. Don't get it past 'ya. Its not your fault. It happens all the time. I swear he has his monthy every freakin day," Mat rolls his eyes. Tsuki looks at him confused.
Monthy?
Its when a girl bleeds down below. They become very moody and are easily angered and hurt and thier feelings are easily trigered.
Tsuki looks worries. "He is bleeding? Is he okay?" He asks. Mat laughs and pats Tsuki's head gently.
"Ah. Your funny squirt." Mat says, thinking Tsuki is joking, then he stops and realized Tsuki is really worried, well, what he can tell. Tsuki is slightly emotionless in the face. "Oh, wait. Your serious. No. He isn't really bleeding. Its like he is on his monthy. He really isn't though. Guys don't have a monthy." Mat says. Tsuki nods his head slightly.
"Oh."
"Come on squirt." Mat takes Tsuki's hand and open's the door and tries to take tsuki out, but tsuki doesn't go.
"Safe. Here is safe. Not out. Out there is not safe." Tsuki says, trying to stay inside. Mat stops trying to get Tsuki outside.
"Don't worry. i won't let the blondie hurt you. Your safe with me. Promise, squirt," Mat winks and tries again to get Tsuki outside.
He is good. Stay with him, you'll be safe.
Tsuki follows Mat outside, still holding Mat's hand, but is squeezing it tightly. But either Mat doesn't really feel it or isn't saying anything. Probobly both.
They walks down the hall and during that time, Mat tries to make small talk.
"Hey, squirt. How old are you?"
You are thirteen years old. Tell him that.
"I am thirteen years old."
"Really. Wow, you really are a squirt. You look ten. But, so is Near, so yeah. Hey, I'm fourteen. Blondie is fifteen."
Tsuki nods his head slightly.
"You look asian. Are you or are you, like half asian?" Mat asks.
Don't answer the question. The least people know about you, the best.
"It says I can't answer. The least people know about me. The better."
"Whose it?" Mat says confued.
"I can't answer that too."
"Okay." Mat shrugges.
When they reach Roger's office, Roger just arrived too. When he sees them, he sighs in realief.
"Thanks Mat. Looks like Mello didn't manage to get to him."
"Yeah. It wasn't a sweat. No problem. Blondie needs to control himself sometimes." Mat replies.
"Mat. You know Mello hates when you call him that."
"Hey, I'm his best friend. I'm safe. He won't hurt me, he'll have to deal with it," Mat shrugges.
After Mat leaves, Mat got Tsuki some cloths and let him borrow it. Then he left for the night and Tsuki went to sleep too, but also in Mat's room. Tsuki refused to sleep anywhere else. Mat was fine with it. But, Roger talked with Tsuki before Roger walked Tsuki to Mat's room. Roger told Tsuki he'll be taking a test in the morning to see if he could stay. And if he couldn't, they'd find a good orphange for him. Tsuki noded his head and he went to bed.