FireChibi: Okay, this story is a series of flashbacks about Marron. I know it makes Carrot out to be kind of mean, but it always seemed slightly strange to me that Marron and Carrot loved each other so much and always tried to protect each other yet they never really talked. I was also highly pissed off at my own brother when I began writing this fic

Flashback

The figure lay in the cool grass; his face was stained with tears. He was young nothing but a child, no more then 5 years of age. He was alone out here and there was no one who would come to look for him.

His hair was long and hung just above his shoulders, his eyes were a dark golden brown. The grass swayed in the gentle breeze. The grass long enough to hide the small form that rested in it, seeking its protection from the rash world that always seemed out to get him.

His brother had left him earlier that day, saying that he was crybaby and wasn't worth calling him self his brother. He didn't know what it was like. Little Marron was alone in the world. He had nothing and no one. Only his mother seemed to care about his well being. He couldn't run, to her comforting arms this time. She was dead

So he lay alone in the grass were he knew he was safe. Were he knew no one would find him. No on knew of the place in which he lay; only his mother had none of it. She had shone it to him. She had shone him, so he would have place to hide from those who sought to hurt him.

This was the one thing she had given him; he could always go to her when he was scared, or frightened. Marron often wished he could be more like Carrot. Carrot, was strong and brave. He was wild and never afraid to fight some twice his size.

Marron was small for age and had rather feminine feature, he looked almost identical to the way his mother had at his age. He was thin and had little strength to him; though he was rather fast when being chased, but his stamina was low and he could not keep the pace vary long. The bullies that sought to harm him, with their sticks and their stones eventually over took him. After, little Marron was left alone to heal and deal with what had happened.

He turned on his side as the wind swept over the field he lay in. He could smell the wild flowers and here the tinkle of the water in the near by stream. He wondered vaguely if they had even realised he was gone. If they did, he wondered if they cared. He closed his eyes only intending to rest them; slowly he drifted to sleep, the wind drying the tears as they left his eyes.

He woke, to the warmth of the sun shining down on his back. Marron sat up in shock, He had slept through the sunrise. He never did that. The small boy felt the tears rise again but this time he forced them away. He and his mother used to watch the sun rise together every morning before going to the market. After she had died, he had carried on the tradition. Every morning he woke and watched the sun rise over the trees before he set off into to town.

He leapt to his feet realising that if he did not hurry he would not have breakfast ready for his brother when he woke. Their father was off on assignment and Marron didn't even want to think of Carrot or the girls being in the kitchen.

Running as fast as he could, he headed down the path that headed to the village. His shoulder length, black hair trying its best to keep up with him as he went. He entered the village just as the clock struck seven.

He walked along the stands set up and finally went into the bakery. " Marron you're late", the tall thin baker greeted from behind the counter. The man had bright red hair that reminded Marron of Chocolate and he spoke with a funny accent that made Marron want to giggle half the time.

"I know I fell asleep, out in the field last night, I just woke up", He said breathlessly, but the baker new what Marron wanted and had it all ready for him.

"Here", he said to Marron with a smile. He held out a large cream puff covered at the top with chocolate.

Marron smiled at him but shook his head. "I can't afford that",

"I know it's a gift. I see you in here, eyeing them every day. I know your mother used to by them for you on your birthday". The baker smiled giving Marron the large Cream puff that was almost too big to fit in his hand.

Marron almost never ate junk food, but he loved cream puffs. He walked home happily munching on the cream puff. Careful not to get any on his face and carrying his other purchases in his other hand.

"Hey look you guys it the fem." Marron turned sharply at the sound, His eyes widened as he saw the group of older boys headed towards him. He turned and took off down the street.

"You can't run forever, we're going to get you." Marron ran as fast as his little legs could carry him, but it was at least to miles to his house out side of the village and he knew he would never make it.

He tripped over a stone in the road, falling, he tried desperately to get back to his feet but is was to late the others were on him and he had no means of escape. The kicked at him beating on him, he lay curled up never letting a scream or a tear escape from his body. He wouldn't give them the satisfaction.

Soon the other lost interest, in the little boy that know lay motionless on the ground, they walked away leaving him lying there in the sun not caring what would become of him.

End Flashback

Marron woke with start, dazed for a moment before sleep complete wore off and he became aware of his surroundings. The sun was just beginning to rise up over the horizon he smiled at the thought. He loved to watch the sunrise; it was a tradition he had started long ago before his mother had died.

He stood up and stretched out his long limbs, trying to remember the dream he had had. It had been very happy at first been then it had changed. He didn't know what about it had troubled him so. He stretched and walked off down the path, trying to remember what he had dreamt of. It was no use, he just couldn't remember and so he headed back for the campsite not really paying attention to where he was going. He tripped, smacking his head against a stone. He held in the scream of pain that threatened to get out. He lay for a moment in the grass allowing the pain to slowly die away, from his breathing calmed. He hadn't noticed it had even quickened.

The night was waning by the time he sat up, sky had become a light purple the sun would be up soon and was best that he get back to camp before the others realised he was gone. He stood his head spun for an instant before he willed it clear and he continued down the trail to their camp had been set. All 4 of his compatriots were still sound asleep none even knew he had been gone.