The small boys light hair nodded in the wind, he scowled and tried to pull from the tug of the wind. But the wind held him still, her laughing embrace cold against his bright jacket. He pulled away and ran from the startled air, to Somewhere. Somewhere was his created land, between Akito and freedom. Yuki laid his head on the coarse, grass pillow he had made earlier, for his 'fort'. The towering Rowan trees stood tall, reaching with their outstretched branches to the sky. Yuki smiled, a bitter melody playing across his smile. He had watched his friends get their past and memories driven from them, like cleansing some unholy rags. He shuddered, the smile gone from his baby face. He didn't want to think, he just wanted to BE. Akito had smiled and flung a bucket of cold water on him, reminding him, "This is you're love. All that the others love can account for!" He had laughed harshly, like the weathered, old man being asked, "Why do you laugh at the wind, when it screams at you?" Yuki shuddered, Akitos eyes. He could see them, searching. So cold. Always searching for the tiny boy, to taunt and scare him. The wind had started as a whisper, but had started screaming painfully at his child ears. Yuki shivered and sat up, pulling his legs up to his small chest and hugging his frail body. He missed his mother; she was all he had ever known. She was beautiful with her long locks and frosty posture. He had wanted her to suddenly appear and tell him she loved him, that she wanted him back and that she would never leave again. In the very back of his mind, Yuki knew it was impossible for her to do that, for her to say anything but words of reproach and scolding. He felt so unloved. Yuki curled up and gave himself up to the wind, it against him and took perverse pleasure in yanking his hair, he lowered his hair as a tear dropped from his closed eye. The wind suddenly stopped roiling and wailing, it slowed to a whisper of bubbly laughter that caressed his cheeks, giving his forehead a quick kiss before it blew away, laughing and giggling girlishly like a young schoolgirl. Yuki smiled after it, feeling very loved and maybe even wanted. He knew his mother. She was the wind. "MotherWind?" He murmured and went home, realizing he didn't care if Akito threw anything at him, as long as his 'Mother' was there. SADNESS! THIS W-W-WAS S-S-SO SAAAD! poor baby! Id be his mama, but Wrath is mines too and I haves a responsibility to him! oh, well review my prettys! read my storys prettys! lemme order ya around prettys!no chance for the weak...READ PRINCESS AI! IT GOOD MANGA! loves from mes!