It was cold. Always cold. I hated the cold but, when your trying to keep low the best thing to do is to not complain. The crate I had used for refuge was holding up surprisingly well. It stopped me from being as cold as I could've been out on the street. My parents were the Lord and Lady Cirsamelle of which died unfortunately, a few months ago. So there is just little old me, the heir to the title. The old lady, Crow, who was to look after me and ARRANGE MY MARRIAGE, lost sight of me about a week ago. Marriage, that is the last thing I wanna think about after my parents had died. Besides, I'm only 17! Well, I didn't look it now, but that was because I have these awesome powers, and I can do thinks that other people can't! One of which I use to conceal myself... As a 5 year old little girl. I sigh, rather loudly as my stomach growls at me. Being hungry is a new experience.

"Why, hello there kid!" A disgusting voice broke into my thoughts, along with someones very foul breath. "What's a cute lil' girl like you doing sittin' in a box? Why don't you come with me, girl." The last bit of his words slurred as he reached for me. I shot up out of my crate and ran as fast as my little legs would carry me, away from the old drunkard man. I turned a sharp corner as I glanced over my shoulder, only to run, full smack, into someone's legs. My heads slammed down on the cobblestoned alleyway with a sickening CRACK! Once the stars faded away I looked at the person of whom I so rudely ran into. The first thing I saw was a pair of grey lips with uneven stitches over them, then my red eyes met with gold.

"Awww! Devi, look, it's a little girl!" The golden eyed man squealed happily at another man with gold eyes. Just as he turned back to me, a pair of rough hands grabbed me. The old drunkard that I met earlier pulled me up to meet eye to eye with him. He opened his mouth to say something else, but was interrupted by a clicking sound that sounded like the cocking of a gun. Or two. I turned my head to see the two men with golden eyes aiming golden guns at us.

The one without the stitches spoke up. "Put our sister down!"

"Yeah! Let her go! HI!" Stitches followed after

"Gwaugh... If she was your lil' sister, th- then why was she, *hic*, sittin' in a box?" The Drunkard responded slurring like hell and breathing his disgusting breath on me.

"We were playing hide and seek!" The gold eyed men shouted in sync, so the old drunkard reluctantly put me down on the ground.

"I'm not stupid, old man." No Stitches growled angrily "We know what you were gonna do to her!"

"Yeah! Now we're gonna do something to you! Come here, sister! HII!" Stitches half yelled. I wasn't sure what was happening so, I ran into the arms of Stitches, who hid my face in his vest. I heard a muffle of something, followed by an explosion. Then Stitches scooped me up in his arms and sprinted away with No Stitches by his side. They were fast! They seemed to be trying to adopt me, so I took this time to examine them. They both had dark grey skin, gold eyes and black stars or crosses on their foreheads. Stitches had really long blonde, no, golden hair, and had really painful looking stitches over his mouth, so how he spoke was beyond me. No Stitches had shorter black hair. What caught my eye secondly, was what they were wearing. They had leather pants and had fur boots. I had leather shorts that were torn in the front, just like them. The boots were the same too. Stitches had a hooded vest, while No Stitches had an over-sized jacket. I was still trying to desipher the words on No Stitches tank top when they stopped running. I didn't realize that I was staring so hard at his shirt for him to get what I was staring at. His laugh startled me, and I almost jumped out of Stitches' arms.

"It says 'Die'." No Stitches grinned happily. "I like your shirt. Do you know what it says?" For the first time I realized that the shirt I was wearing had something on it too. I prayed that it was something nice as I shook my head. The two burst out laughing and in result got me dropped. I looked up at the two, questioningly. Stitches looked down at me with a look on his face that said "How do you not know?" all over it.

"Oh my, sorry, 'sis' but it says, 'fuck off' in Japanese on it." His voice emphasized the 'sis' in his sentence but that wasn't what got me. My favorite shirt said something awful on it, and I never knew it. "Ah, yeah, my name is Devitto, and Jasdero is my brother. You can call us Devi and Dero if you like."

"Oh- Oh or, you can call us Jasdevi!" Jasdero jumped up and down excitedly, like a little kid that got a present.

"Are you adopting me?" I asked looking up at them with another questioning look on my face. "Oh, my name its Kiada."

""Kiiaaaa..." Jasdero trailed off thinking my name over.

"Well, it could be more of an act. I mean, we know your not five!" Devitto pointed out like it was nothing. I sweat-dropped as I stared at my shoes. I slowly got to my feet and turned back to my normal age. Even I had to say, I didn't look to shabby. My brown hair had been pulled back into a bun and my eyes were still red. I was under 5 feet tall and was slim. Definitely shorter than Devi and Dero.

"Kia! Dero wants you to travel with us!" Jasdero shouted suddenly, make both Devitto and I jump.

"Wait, don't I get a say in that?!" Devi exploded suddenly loosing his cool

"You said that she could act as Jasdevi's little sister, so, Dero wants Kia here too!" Was the reply that went flying back into Devi's face. All Devi did was sigh.

The three of us began to walk on the road towards the next town. Devi was sulking off to the side of the road and Dero was - well, being happy. So, I shrunk down to the size of a 2 year old and grabbed Dero and Devi's hands. One being overjoyed, the other snapping angrily, I led both on up the road to the town. After a while, I heard Devi sigh, and be cool. As our little trio (almost) happily walked into the town I began to act like a little girl. It was named after someone, but we didn't care since Dero started to complain that he was hungry. I definitely agreed. So Devi took control and led us to a small, obviously family owned, cafe. The lady behind the counter looked at Devi and Dero warily before asking what they wanted to get.

"Ok, Kia, tell her what you want!" Devi chirped cheerfully as he picked me up and held me up to the counter. The lady awed at me and asked what I wanted. I gave her a big cheerful smile and told her that I wanted hot chocolate and a grilled cheese. After Dero told the lady what he wanted, he took me by the hand and led me to a table. Shortly after, food was brought to the table by Devi with his obviously forced smile and the oblivious lady. She gave us our food "On the house" as she put it. So I decided to be a cute little girl and ask her why we had to give her a house for our food. She just laughed and Dero said it was free.

"That was great acting." Devi spoke quietly and softly once the lady had left us to eat. "You are really a great help."

I just smile just as I began to practically inhaled my food. The lady had noticed, so she gave me a second one for free too.

"You know, the 3 of you could stay in the spare room that I have above the cafe, if you don't have a place to sleep." The lady smiled at us with a big hopeful grin. "My name is Kora, by the way."

"I think we may just take you up on that offer, it's been getting real cold lately, so Kia might get a cold from being out in this weather at night." Dero chirped happily and hugged me close.

"I don't have to sleep in a tree no more?" I squeaked, directing my question towards Devi, who chuckled. Kora led us up to a small room with a single bed in the corner and wished us goodnight. Devi frowned and started to compare this place to a broom closet. I was scooped up into the bed very quickly and we all huddled together on the very uncomfortable bed. I just sighed and dealt with it. I had literally slept on worse.

We woke up bright and early the next day so we could start on the road. When we got down stairs, Kora bombarded us with breakfast and little presents for me. She had gotten me a jacket that was was almost like Devi's, belt with pouches and a holster on it that she had shoved a toy gun into, and a small backpack. After our very filling breakfast, we set out on the road again. Once the town was out of sight, Devi stopped me and snatched the toy gun out of the holster, tossing it away. He looked up at his brother and nodded. Devi held his hand out and a golden gun, just like theirs, materialized in his hand. Then a small blade that seemed to resemble a machete with a golden hilt in the other. With out saying anything, he shove them into my belt. Then, like nothing happened, we took each others hands, and continued down the road. For once, I felt like I belonged.