The young woman—traveling alone as far as anyone had ever been able to determine—entered the village on a rather unimportant day. Nothing really stood out in particular to the members of the village, but the traveler seemed in ordinarily pleased as she swept some of her long silvery white hair out of her eyes. Looking about the small community, a soft reminiscing smile worked its way onto her face as the woman approached a young child playing by himself just out of the way of any potential traffic.

"Hello there," the woman spoke softly as she crouched down to be at eye level with the small child and smiled at him, "My name is Yuki, what might your name be, little one?" The child hesitated shyly, but after a few moments he smiled back,

"My name is Hane, Yuki-san," he murmured softly. Yuki's smile grew as she reached around to dig through the small bag she carried. Shuffling through its contents, Yuki pulled out a small package that had been carefully wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine. Yuki then turned back to Hane,

"Hane," she began, "I would like you to deliver this package for me." The child frowned, not understanding why a healthy adult needed a child to deliver something. Noticing his confusion, Yuki clarified, "The package is for a very close friend of mine. I had hoped to be able to deliver it in person, but I have to leave very soon and I am afraid I cannot find my friend in such a short time. He should be coming through here though." She seemed incredibly sad at the thought of not seeing her friend again. "If you agree to take it, you must promise e that you will not open the package, no matter how long it is in your possession, okay," she questioned kindly. Hane nodded resolutely, a very determined look on his face.

"I will take it," he told the older teen seriously, "and I will not open it, I promise." She smiled again, a soft look in her eyes.

"Are you sure," Yuki asked him, "do not know when he will get here. It could be in a few weeks, it could be a few years, or it could even take him several lifetimes. I have no way of telling. Are you certain that you want to do this for me?" "How could it take one person several life times to get somewhere," Hane thought confused. Regardless, the boy was undeterred and held his hands out so Yuki could place the package in them. She did so, and laughed at his face when the package was much lighter than he was expecting. Her job finished, Yuki stood to leave before Hane asked a very important question previously forgotten,

"Wait! Who do I give this too?" Yuki turned back and gave an incredibly odd answer,

"My friend has hair colored like the sun and eyes that match the sky. His name is Zeno." And with that, Yuki left the village, never looking back. Hane held the package to his chest as he picked up the top he had been playing with and headed home to hide the package somewhere safe until I could be giving to its new owner. He got the feeling that it was going to be a very long wait.