Based off of the song "Panda Hero" ("Panda Hiiroo"). All rights go to their respective owners.
This story takes place in the nineteenth century. It was hard for me to do research on this time period, and I don't really have much time to research anyway. Information on the lives of children was especially hard to find. I did read a (historical fiction) book about children in this time period, but I forgot what it was called! DX So, if you see any issues, just know I really didn't have much information at all. Thanks, and enjoy the intro!
They, were life's underdogs.
Some, ill.
Some, addicts.
Most, dirt poor.
The law was never on their side, no matter the situation. Needless to say, in these desperate times, everyone of them did what they could to survive. Children worked in workhouses to care for their families.
The society these children formed was an odd one, indeed. Many having no one else in the world who cared about them, they turned to each other. A cautious teamwork developed. Yes, even a friendship or two. However, in these situations, you never knew when someone could turn on you. Their world was survival of the fittest. Yes, some were so desperate to live as to steal from starving comrades. But, then again, this was all they had ever known.
Then, there was that rare, joyous occasion when the children of these slums would receive a donation from the haughty rich, or from the government that was supposed to care for them. Certainly, it was never adequate to feed all of them properly, but there were more important things.
Dividing the amount up evenly would never do any good. There were too many of them. They all would receive next to nothing. No individual would have enough to do anything with. So, it was determined that it would be more beneficial if some got what they needed, rather than for everyone to get useless pocket-change. It would be better that at least somebody would have enough.
Now, they were faced with questions. Who would be the lucky few? Some thought it should be the poorest of them. That didn't help though. There were too many of them with nothing. Some thought it should be those with larger families. But, the fact arose that larger families meant more could work in the workhouses. How about those with sick families? Well, what defined sick? They were all malnourished enough to experience symptoms. Also, if this was survival of the fittest, why would they give the charity to the weakest? Didn't the ones with a little more prove that they had more determination and perseverance? Didn't they deserve it more?
So, it was decided that the only way to determine the distribution of this donation:
A baseball game.
Okay, this will probably be only a few chapters. You guys know me and my random bursts of inspiration...
I know what you guys are thinking:
What?! Another Kutau fic?! Seriously?! You aren't even finished with your first yet!
I know! Okay?! Actually, I didn't even really like Kutau at first. But my first storyline seemed to go with their personalities the best. That was the same situation here. I dunno bout you guys, but I absolutely cannot envision Rima playing baseball. Get what I'm saying?! Thought so.
Also, those two have kind of grown on me...
Yes, before you ask, baseball was invented in 1875. I did my research, suckers.
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