I haven't been here much time, this story won't be so long, I intended to write big fanfics for several series, being this one. but I want to get a bit used to write first. Reviews and friends are welcomed.

The characters belong to Shinobu Ohtaka.

By the way my first language is Spanish but I started to write in English, mainly because I has listening to the song with the same title, here you have to hear /watch?v=ASxQp7x27ZQ

My grammar isn't the best so sorry if I make any mistake.

Part 1: The black haired kid with the white Rukh.

Day 1: The light of the village.

In a poor place, between the great ocean and big mountains there was a boy of 14, everybody eyes was on him, not only because of his noticeable purple hair, he was the light of the village, caring for the elders, help the adults with anything that needed one more strong man, he even make up story of wonders that make the children forget the sorrows and have nice dreams. Everybody knew his name, Sinbad.

The opposite from him there was an unfortunate kid that was only 4, he looked like a little black cat, his parents died even before he could cry, nobody had taken care of him, it would have been impossible to him to survive before he could speak if it wasn't because he was loved by the Rukh, not that anybody else could see them. He has survived finding unattended food and forgotten clothes.

One day in what the boy was surprisingly not hungry he stop to listen to one of the stories of Sinbad, he was wondered, but in a different ways that the others, he didn't focus on the story that he told but it him itself, the black kid saw his whites companions move differently around him, without understanding the reason the admiration he felt he stay after the story finished, most kids went immediately back to home, but while some continued to stay Sinbad leave the plaza, the nameless kid follow him, he didn't want to take his eyes from him.

Sinbad noticed his follower, he didn't recognize him, he would have remember that dark hair that melted in the night, the skin that seems as white as the light of the moon and those barely visible bright red eyes, he approached and ask.

- What's your name?- But the kid didn't answer, he tried with other question. - Where are your fathers? - The kid did nothing but Sinbad though to understand him a little

He took the kid to his home, not much more than four walls and a hammock, but there were a collection of little objects that didn't have any value to other than Sinbad.

- Do you want something? - Even though he had nothing he could offer to his quiet guest.

He has facing back to the kid when he ask the question, the little still didn't speak but he hug Sinbad's leg, surprised he make a gentle smile, took him and get in the hammock with him.

The hug feel warmer than the light of the companion the magi was used to, he closed his eyes, he want to remember this moment, the first time than a human has been gentle with him. And while he was falling asleep he whisper

-Thanks...-