OK! Hello everybody! This is author number one, Sarina here! This is my chapter of the story, in third person, but we're following my character, Yue, around. R&R!

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That fluttery mix of stars, space and planets like cookie dough passed before her eyes as the young girl leaned onto her palm, all of the fat of her cheeks squished up in an awkwardly entertaining kind of way. The sputters of the old engine were constantly sending her head jerking up and down, craning her neck in such a way that she knew she would have to crack it when the two people finally emerged from the ship. Emerald green eyes showed a hint of sadness as the teen watched her home planet disappear behind the ship, before it was finally gone again. With a sigh, the gaze turned angry and her head whipped around, her ebony hair, which was up in a high ponytail, smacking her cheek and stopping in a ragged mess on her shoulder, she landed her stare upon the man who was whistling while he drove.

"This is all your fault, you know." Yue spat at her father, as the engine sputtered once again, sending them into a momentary plummet.

The man's whistling ended with a slide, and he shook his head, glancing at the stubborn girl, "It's not my fault, you have just convinced yourse-"

"Not your fault? Not your fault?!" Yue yelled, her hand falling from where it was keeping her head up and slapping upon her armrest. "You just had to go and spend all your money at that stupid gambling joint again, except this time you bet more than you had! And now you're on the run from the fucking mob and you're saying it's not your fault?" Yue snorted, "And better yet, you drag me along, your daughter who does work so we'll eat at night."

Natumaru looked away from his daughter again, and looked straight ahead, "We'll have a better life in Destiny Islands, you just wait and see." His voice fell away toward the end of his statement, and his knuckles turned white on the wheel.

Yue sighed again, "Why did we have to buy the most junky ship in the store? In fact, why did we buy a ship at all? You should have just got a bank loan…"

"The ship's not junky!" The man who looked old beyond his years argued, "And say what with the bank loan? 'Oh, yeah, I gambled illegally and now I need some money so I won't be killed.' Great plan hun."

Yue glared, "You know what? I'm just gonna up and leave you one day, like mom did!" The man at the wheel stiffened, but Yue continued, "You'll just wake up one day and I won't be there. Then we'll see how much money you get from gambling, then you'll finally see how much you really need me. In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that I would die if I left this ship right now, I would!"

Natumaru stopped the ship, and it slowly began to float idly in space, the engine still making noises as though it was grinding up bricks. "Yue, you know I know how much I need you…"

The teen seemed unaffected, "Just drive the damn ship. I'm eighteen. I think that's old enough for me to make my own decisions." Yue leaned back in her seat, staring forward so obstinately, so coldly that the man listened, starting the ship back up and continuing forward. Hands crossed over her chest, Yue muttered like the teenager she still technically was under her breath. It wasn't that she hated her father, almost the exact opposite really. She hated what he did, and what he said. She hated that gambling addiction he had, but there wasn't much she could do about it. He had been gambling for years on end, and even when Yue was born he didn't stop. When Yue's mom left, two days after Yue was born, the gambling got worse. The black-haired girl grew up on the streets, knowing the things someone of her age shouldn't know about. Experiences only an adult should have run through her mind on an almost daily basis.

As worlds went by, Yue began to drift off, her head leaning against the window next to her. It wasn't long before the woman was asleep, dreaming of what life could have been. Dreaming of her mother's face, dreaming of the friends that have come and gone, dreaming of her first love, dreaming of her lost chi-

"We're here!" The overly enthusiastic voice of her father rang in her ear. Obviously he had gotten over their little fight only hours ago.

Yue groaned, pushing her father away from her ear as she rubbed at her eyes with the other. Even before opening her eyes she knew it was bright out, the sun warm on her face, the light blinding her through her eyelids. Slowly, Yue sat all the way up and rubbed her eyes one last time before squinting them open. First it was all white, but as her eyes adjusted she noticed this was the most colorful place she had ever been in. She already hated it. The blue waters, the bright green trees, the white sand. It was all too… perfect. Yue liked to wake up to the gray of the city, the smell of smoke and gunpowder in the air, the feeling of shadows and apprehension on her face. That was much more realistic than this little place. Yue rolled her eyes with a new thought; all of the people here were going to be happy, peppy little minions. Other known as the type Yue just wanted to drop kick, or show them the real world. How many of them had ever seen a friend die? How many of them actually knew the hunger of the world.

Yue snapped out of her pessimistic trance as she heard the clunking of her luggage being pulled out of the back of the ship. Opening the door and kicking it to keep it open farther, Yue jumped out of the ship, her large boots scattering sand everywhere. It wasn't a moment before the wind picked up, whipping loose strands of hair and her baggy clothes around her. Yue looked around for a few moments before slamming the ship's door shut, which she had begun to think was just a car made into a ship, before calling, "Dad, you are aware this place is too goody-goody to have a gambling joint?"

Her dad rushed around to the side of the ship, carrying four bags, two under his arms and one in each hand, "Yeah! That's the point, maybe I'll get better!" He said, not realizing how hard it was really going to be. He hopped like a very enthusiastic child, and went running toward the little house by the sea he had rented for them.

Yue shook her head, going around to the back of the ship, and grabbing the very few things that were left. Her father was such a dork, she smiled lightly. "Dad… I hope you do get better… I really do." She murmured, before slamming the door shut, and going to join her father in the little house. Maybe life will be a little bit better around here, just maybe.

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Author's note: So, that was the first chapter officially. It's short, and Yue's a bitch. I know, don't worry. I repeat R&R!!