Hello everyone. This is my first time writing for this fandom, so I don't know how good it would be.
I have only watched the anime, I have not read the manga, so I don't know how it would turn out to be. I just hope it is okay.
The events of this fic takes place in a fictional world, not in Japan or in any other country.
I don't own YOI.
'Ikaha!'
'I turned around to see Aiha behind me. 'Ikaha, let's go shopping.'
'I don't feel like it, Aiha. Go with someone else.'
'C'mon, Ika. You can't stay holed up in your room all day again.'
'Aiha, please. I am not in the mood to go outside. Leave me alone.'
'Alright.' Aiha sulked as she went away.
I sighed.
I was one of the many young orphans who had been raised by Lady Bishamon. I had lost my parents when I was five, I had lived on the streets for a month before Bishamon found me.
I was thankful to Bishamon. I did not know what would have become of me if she hadn't. The city was not a safe place for a kid on her own, especially with the resurgence of all the gangs.
However, sometimes I hated it here. I did not get along very well with the other orphans. Aiha was okay, but most of them did not seem to like me very much. I think it was because of who my parents were.
I looked out of the window, and I saw Lady Bishamon who was in a heated argument with one of the gang leaders in the city, a tall man with black hair and blue eyes. I recognized him as the fierce Yato.
If Yato was fighting anyone else, I knew the fight would have come to blows. However, for some reason he, like every other gang leader n the city, was terrified of Bishamon.
At one point, Yato walked away. I noticed, for the first time, the boy tagging behing him. He looked to be about my age. He was dressed casually and he ahd golden hair and amber eyes.
I wondered who he was. I had never seen him before. Was he a young gang member? Or was he related to Yato? I could not see any likeliness between them, though.
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