A young teen was walking through the desert. It was extremely hot today, but the teen continued on his journey. He held a rope in his left hand, dragging a camel he had taken from home. His belongings were being carried by the camel. A sandstorm was coming. The teen felt it in his bones. He hadn't reached town yet, but before him was a huge sandstorm. The camel was refusing to budge. The teen, whose face was covered by a cloth walked towards what seemed to be an abandoned house. The camel followed him after taking notice of the broken mud house. Although the sandstorm was right in front of them, they had enough time to make it to the house. The boy buried himself near the corner and hid the camel's face to avoid its eyes being hit by the sandstorm.

An older boy, with light brown hair was walking through the desert, "Wow, that was a powerful sandstorm. I hope I find him."

The boy with light brown hair left his home after the sandstorm. He thought he saw a boy walking with his camel through the desert. It would have been crazy if the boy he witnessed was in the blown away with his camel. His siblings were scared for him, but he had to find the boy. He walked a bit farther away from town and looked down from the top of the desert sand. There was an abandoned house, but he doubted the boy was there. He was about to return to town when he heard a small grunt. He turned to see the camel, it was camouflaged with the sand and the broken wall. He ran down the desert, looking for the boy. The camel grunted again. Its master was on the desert sand. The boy was flustered at first and didn't know what to do. He bent down his knees and picked up the teen. He was quite light, but he noticed the teen's short blade on his belt.

"Ahhh! This is no time to get scared!" He threw the teen over his shoulder and took the handle of the camel and walked back to town.

The journeyman was sinking. He looked upwards and realized he was surrounded by water, "I have finally found it." He said and reached upwards.

"Hey!" The brown haired boy yelled at the teen.

The teen opened his eyes instantly and got up from the bed. His eyes were the color of water. He looked around him and realized he had somehow made it to town. His camel was outside grunting at him and chewing on some dried leaves. Dried leaves?! The boy jumped out of the bed and tried to get out, but unsuccessfully got up. The brown haired boy caught the teen from falling and positioned him to sit.

"Who are you?" The black haired, blue eyed teen asked.

"That's my question!" He yelled at the teen, "I mean, how could you be wandering on the outskirts of town in the middle of a sandstorm!"

A young boy and girl pounced on the boy who yelled at the teen, "Big bro! He's awake!"

The climbed off their elder brother and climbed onto the bed. Their curiosity led them to sit on the teen's lap. They looked at him and climbed on him. The young boy sat on his shoulders and examined his head. The young girl continued to sit comfortably on the teen's lap. Then she turned around.

"Hey, mister! Where are you from? Why'd you come to our town in the middle of a sandstorm?" She paraded with her questions.

"That's no fair! I wanted to ask him that!" The young boy told his sister.

"Now, now. Get off of him. We don't know if he's a good guy or not," He told his siblings as they got off, "Even though I did just bring him into the house."

The teen had dark hair, with blue eyes. He was dressed in a half shirt. His belly showing, but his features were really striking for a teen who was shorter than the brown haired boy. He was mostly dressed in white, although he had a white and blue headdress to cover himself from the desert heat. He looked fairly well, despite being covered in sand from the storm. He short blade was placed on the table across from him. He tried to reach for it when the brown haired boy took it off his hands.

"I'm Tachibana Makoto. Who're you and why do you have this?" The brown haired boy introduced himself, although he sounded more worried than threatening.

The black haired boy sighed, "Nanase Haruka."

The brown haired boy heard a loud growl. He looked at his younger siblings who shook their heads. The black haired boy looked up at his savior. His stomach growled again. Makoto sighed.

"I guess you need to eat something." He went towards the kitchen, which wasn't very clean.

His mother and father were out working. He didn't know what to cook. But he realized he couldn't cook at all. He took out a mackerel and decided it was alright to just grill it. But how do I grill it? Haruka got up and took the mackerel and started to place it over the fire. He made enough for his savior and his siblings. The kids ate their mackerel's with a smile.

"Hey, mister. You cook way better than our big bro." They broke out into a laugh.

Their big brother was embarrassed, "By the way, Haru-chan. What were you doing out there?"

Haruka stopped eating for a second and looked at the brown haired boy, "Drop the -chan will you? I'm not a girl."

"I know. But really what is a young boy like you traveling with just a camel and some belongings doing?" He asked.

His eyes were completely focused on Haruka. Haruka continued biting into the mackerel and replied, "I'm a journeyman."