On one beautiful spring morning, Arisu Tanaka skipped over a stone bridge, holding her umbrella that was the color of pink roses above her head as harsh sheets of rain bounced against it and onto the pavement.
Beforeit began to rain, she had beencasually taking a stroll with her business partner; telling them about how she wanted to have a child, and yet knowing she had been devoted to the single life. It had felt like such a long time before it'd finally began to rain, and everyone was already running to their homes in an array of directions as she herself aimed for the trolley.
As she ran across the stone path embedded into the ground of the woods, she could hear a faint plea for help. It sounded to be coming from a young child, possibly a toddler. Its voice sounded frail and hurt, nailed down by sadness and torture. Arisu's heart broke at the brief calls, and hurried towards the direction in which she heard the child's voice.
She stumbled across a large oak tree, where young sniffles and quick breaths were heard. The youngvoice called out once more, not knowing that Arisu was near, and began to cough into a fit of tears. Arisu gasped in disbelief at how… gloomy the child seemed. Convinced that the child needed help, she walked around the tree, her soaked chestnut hair blowing in front of her face, asshe looked down at the child who seemed hungry and frail, sad and abandoned, lost for hope.
The lone child looked up at her, fear in his eyes; He didn't look normal for a young child his age. Black and white hair, matted down because of the downpour, one eye red and one grey, with a large bloody scar shaped over the grey colored eye. Arisu bent down in front of him, her pink blouse and skirt now drenched with rain.
"Are you… Alone?" She whispered out gently. She didn't know exactly how to approach him, knowing he was still young.
The boy nodded and covered his mouth with his poofy long purple scarf; Arisu was on the verge of tears. "There, there… Arisu's here…" She slowly brought her arms towards him, and watched cautiously as she wrapped her arms around him and stood up.
"Do you have a home?" She asked, patting the bloody scar over the child's eye with her blouse. The boy shook his head, and let her dab away at his scar. Arisu walked slowly towards the bus stop, not bothering about the rain anymore. "Well then, welcome home…" She said welcomingly, "Gundam Tanaka."
She had thought of a name immediately for him, remembering the conversation she had just minutes before she found the lone child. "When I finally have a child, I will name it Gundam! Gundam Tanaka! And no one will stop me!" She remembered saying it with so much optimism, and how she wished the same for her child. To find one in the wild during a massive dangerous storm made it even more depressing than was called for.
"How old are you, Gundam?" She asked, beginning to ask questions about everything he might know about himself. He knew almost everything about himself. His age, his birthday, his likes and dislikes, but the one question he didn't respond to was "Who is your family?" He remained quiet, giving off an inaudible sigh, and burying his face inside his scarf. Arisu smiled and sat down on the dry bench under the bus stop, and waited for the trolley to arrive.