Hello! Spoiler to my newest story coming up! Don't hate me for posting this. Please. *hides under blanket*

Blood. Pain. Agony. Suffering. Torture.

A young boy was sobbing, choking on his own blood. His tears hit the ground and would make a thump sound every time they fell from the corners of his eyes. Eyes blinded by the salty watery substance, he opened them anyways. Hoping that some great satisfaction would come out of it.

"You know cousin, you could escape this nightmare if you join us." A soft soothing voice came. But one could still hear the evil coming out of it.

A cold, metallic hand set itself on the boy's shoulder. He did not stare at it and he did not want to stare at, for fear that it might attack him. "...I want to go home..." The boy choked out.

"But you are." Now the boy could get a closer look at the object. Another boy older than him by about twelve years. This boy had blue hair that went to his mid-back and turqoise markings coated parts of his face. "What is your name?"

The boy wished that his blond hair would be long enough to cover up the tears forming in his eyes. "Ushiwaka..." He answered, trembling.

The older boy noticed this and sat down next to him. His blue hair dancing in the wind and he noticed how cold the place really is. They were in space after all. He draped his black coat over Ushiwaka. "I'm Yami," he frowned. The kid's name seemed long. "Can I just call you Waka?"

The blond nodded.

"So how old are you?" Yami persisted. Waka didn't seem much like a talker.

"Two and a half..." No wonder he didn't talk a lot. But he could still talk very well. Yami's eyes widened. How could such a little boy be scorned by the other creatures here on the moon? That had to be a mistake!

Yami heard a stomach growl. He looked down at Waka who was staring off into the distance with empty blue eyes. "How long has it been since you eaten?"

Waka looked up at him. "Two days..." Yami couldn't believe it! Two days the child hasn't eaten! And nobody felt pity towards him?

"Not even a piece of bread?" Waka shook his head. Yami cursed, then took Waka's tiny hand into his own metal hand. "Lets go!" He started to leave with the poor boy but noticed that Waka hadn't even got up from the little corner that he was curled up in.

The blond didn't have the strength to so he just stayed there. In that little spot. "Where are your parents, Waka?" Yami asked. Maybe he can bring him to them. "They must be worried sick about you."

Waka shrugged. "I have none..." This brought shock to Yami's face. "I try to follow other people, but they just call me a demon. One said, 'oh you poor orphan!' I don't know what an orphan is."

Yami looked down at his face and found despair. Hurt. Pain. What had they done to him? He was the same as them in every way! What had this child done to deserve this? "I'm a demon." Yami said, breaking the silence. "I am evil but you aren't. Why would they call you that?"

The blond looked at him, "call me an orphan?"

"No, a demon. Why would they call you that?"

Unsure blue eyes were now staring up at Yami. "I don't know. What's a demon?"

The real demon just sighed. "Waka. Do not listen to them. They are all a bunch of fools who have no heart." He placed a small item in Waka's hand. An apple and some cheese.

"Wait! Yami? Are you going to give me this much food?" Waka asked not knowing if this was all a dream or if it was reality.

Yami smiled. And for the first time, the two year old noticed the small cuts and dirt smudges on the older boy's face. "Goodbye. Cousin."

And Yami gave him a soft hug before leaving.