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A ragged young boy around the age of 10 stood in front of a toy stores window, looking though at all the toys that awaited behind it.
Most people would pass it off as a thing all children do, but to the young boy, going by the name Kuririn, this was the first time he'd ever been this close to a toy store, let alone a toy.
The monks wouldn't allow toys, playing was wasting time that could be used training.
But Kuririn had run away from them, tired of being bullied by the students for being young, or short, and chubby.
So in effort to get away, he left at night, knowing they wouldn't let him leave even if they didn't care about him.
That was 4 months ago.
The child had lost weight from the lack of food, and his bald head had grown a shaggy mess of hair on it.
Kuririn sighed longingly as he stared at a large stuffed bee on display. He had been staring at it for a while now, and knew he should probably leave, but he stayed, and kept on staring.
An old wrinkled man looked up from behind the counter to see the same child he had seen many times before, at the window looking at the same stuffed bee he always did.
The old man sighed and walked to the window, picking up the Stuffed bee and walking out of Kuririns sight.
Kuririn let out a breath of sadness before slowly walking away from the store, only to be stopped by a wrinkled hand on his thin shoulder.
He turned around, surprised to see the old man holding the large bee in his hands.
"You seem to like this toy, haven't you any money?" The old man asked.
Kuririn shook his head. "No sir, i have none." He said.
He turned to walk away again, only to be stopped by the same wrinkled hand.
"Would you like to keep it? Nobody else seems to want it." The old man said with a smile.
Kuririns eyes widened, and he nodded happily, taking the bee from his hands and thanking him ten times over.
The old man smiled wearily. "Thats okay child, you're very welcome."
Kuririn proceeded to run to his home in the alley way, and played with his new, and first toy.
He laughed as he played happily, making the bee fly, talking to it, doing everything a normal child did with a new toy.
He played until it was dark, and the temperature dropped to below freezing.
He laid down with his new friend and smiled as he closed his eyes for the last time.
He didn't hear his stomach growl with need for food, or feel the intense cold biting at his skin. He only felt happiness and content.
His tiny chest raised slower and slower, and his weak heart stopped beating. But the small smile on his face remained.
And thats how they found him the next morning, feeble arms wrapped loosely around the large stuffed bee, and a smile on his dead face.
They buried the child with his toy, and left a small grave marker for him. His grave was visited every week by the old shop keeper.
For once, he wasn't forgotten.
So there's my first one shot.
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