No one saw the girl, no one cared why she cried, and no one offered comfort as she tryed desperately to fight of the nightmares that invaded her mind every night as she rocked herself to sleep. One night as she relived the memories of the night her parents where killed in front of her, a gental hand reached out from the shadows, the little girl jumped awake, tears already in her eyes, only to find herself looking into the soft blue eyes of a stranger. "Sweetheart what are you doing out here in the street?" his voice was worm and kind, she couldn't help herself as she buried her head in his shoulder and cried. She thought herself to be pushed away, yelled at, perhaps even beaten, but instead the stranger patted her head and shushed her frantic wimpers. After a moment he looked and saw the place in which the girl had called home his heart stopped when his eyes rested on the bloodstained picture that lay half hidden beneath the sheet she called a bed. He pulled his hand free from the girls head and gently picked up the tattered picture from where it rested among the trash. "Little one, whould you like to come live with me, in my village? It's not much there, but it's home." He could feel her hesitation and at first it seemed she would stay, but with the slightest of a nod against his shoulder he whisked her away from the dark alley in which she new. "My name is Riku, what's yours?" the wisper that ansered him was one of long sought peace, the wisper that reached his ears said only one word... "Kiri"