Icy cold wind blew into her face as she wondered through out the area. It was covered in snow as far as the eye could see. She was on the verge of bring literally frozen to death, her life was in grim jeopardy, if she was not to find something warm soon, she would perish from glacial damage.
She had been almost beaten alive by a Snover that followed her continuously as she searched for a place to stay, sadly, nobody wanted her. Nearly an hour ago she had come across a house with a plump hiker inhabiting it, she knocked on the door and once he opened it, he looked own to find a girl about 7 years old with long, green, wavy hair with the same color eyes staring at him. After nearly 2 minutes of him gazing back at her, he slammed the door shut in her face.
And now she wonders on, in the freezing cold blizzard with her frostbitten body she ceased to feel. Frozen blood covered the majority of her body that would occasionally chip off and fall to the pure white snow, coloring her trail scarlet.
She had nothing to keep her warm except for her gown made from potato sacks and worn rags people would throw at her. Even now, it was beginning to tear and rip, making her colder then she was before.
The cry of the following Snover grew loud as seconds passed; she had to get away from it, or else the monster was going to freeze her and smother her with its ice command. But how could she run? She had no idea where she was going, or where she was going to stay. Her stomach growled in a demanding tone for food; she hadn't eaten in days, many days.
The Snover grew closer and closer, she tried to run, but her burning yet freezing legs refused to go any faster than they ever where, as she struggled to pick up her pace, an unexpected ice shard stuck from the ground, slicing her left foot in half.
She screamed in pain as she tumbled to the ground, scarlet blood poured out of her foot, making the snow turn from a pure white to a death red. The Snover's shadow began to form from the blizzard when she looked behind her while trying to get up, or squirm like a maggot to get away.
None of it helped.
The Snover jumped on top of her, dragging out its claws and began to slice her back; more of the blood emptied out of her body and the girl screamed with what life she had left inside of her.
She tried to throw the Snover off of her back; only it did no good for it became even more aggressive by scratching her arm, its claws digging deep into her flesh nearly touching the little girl's bone.
She cried with more and more volume as she pleaded for grace of the Snover as it violently began to beat the life out of her, raking away more of her flesh. That's when she felt a scorching fiery sensation rushed past her and the Snover on top of her.
The ice-type's cry was of wailing of despair as the fire burned it to death, and then it's scorched corpse landed face first of her back and it lay there motionless. She was too horrified to turn around, probably to find an even larger monster behind her glaring and bearing it's fangs towards her.
She laid there, blood trickled out of her newly opened wounds from the Snover and the ice shard. Her wounds throbbed in pain and more of the frozen body fluid began to peel off of her fore head and land before her very eyes.
"Are you still alive?" A voice called to her, it sounded like a man's, deep and firm, and it was human. No, how could he breath fire if he was human, it was next to impossible. "Turn around if your living, I can spare your life." He finished.
With what strength she had, she pushed herself up, letting the dead Snover's body roll off of her back, but, she could not fully get up, for her arm was wobbling and bloody. Instead, she collapsed on the ground and laid there in pain.
"If it hurts so much, don't stand, only sit." The male told her.
She breathed hard, frantically and desperately tried to get air, the cold wind was beginning to reach her lungs, they were freezing, if she was out here any longer she was going to die. With what effort she had, she used her better hand to push herself and sit up.
Her arm quivered in pain and afraid of what she would find behind her. She was barely able to get herself upwards to complete her action, her eyes where shut tight due to soreness and finally got herself comfortable enough to stay this way.
She shook recklessly from fear, hurt, and draftiness. Blood was still spilling from her arm and foot, along with her back.
Lastly, she opened her innocent green eyes to find about 6 feet from her, a massive orange dragon towering over her, its eyes and wings were blue, his tummy was a dark yellow and on the tip of his tail was a blazing fire like a lighter.
The girl panicked and tried with what effort she had to get away, only it resulted with a stinging ache that ran across her body like goose bumps.
She was gasping for air as she stared at the colossal giant before her; she was still sitting up straight, her hazel eyes showed nothing but fear and horror. But something else caught her eye, there was a man- no a boy, in his late teens. His hair was icy blue and it stuck straight up in a strange fashion, he wore a black jacket with a monogrammed G on the right corner of it and some pants the same color as his coat.
"Don't be afraid," He muttered as he approached her. "He's mine and his power belongs to me. He does not move unless I say."
He stopped a foot away from her, and crouched on his legs to her size. He studied her.
She had emerald undulating hair with eyes the same hue, she wore a simple brown gown made from vegetable sacks and old rags, her eyes where half closed, scars, bruises, open wounds and blood invaded her entire body, staining the clothes she wore, and embedded upon her face was a large frown, but her eyes told him she was frightened, in injury and wanted to be held by a warm, caring person.
"What is your name?" he inquired in a blank, emotionless tone.
The girl looked at him with frightened eyes, she was hesitating whether to tell him or not. She was an awfully smart girl.
"What is your name?" he demanded with more aggression as his eye brows began to form into a V. the wind of the icy cold wind blew harder; he could hear the girls breathing was growing weak, yet loud.
"M-…" she began to mutter weakly "Mitsumi…." She was barley able to say the last of it.
"Mitsumi is it?" he echoed, trying to make sure that he heard it correctly. Mitsumi nodded with a feeble manner.
'Strange to meet someone with that name,' the boy thought. 'Mitsumi means beautiful light, so far I see nothing beautiful about this girl, she is covered in blood and wounds, she is weak. Yet, she has potential to stay alive this long in this weather. She may become a glorious woman one day.'
"Where is your home with your family, Mitsumi?" he quarried with intimidation, he didn't want to ask a second time.
Mitsumi breathed harder every time she did. She shivered madly from what suffering she is experiencing, and was barley to muster a sentence.
"Their dead," she exhaled, trying to stay alive from her dying lungs. Her arms were crossed, trying to protect her stomach from farther harm. The young man looked at her emotionless.
"My name is Cyrus," The teen explained in an empty tenor. "If you wish to live, you're coming with me, now make up your mind, Life or death?"
Then, he held out his palm to her, waiting for her to make her decision. Mitsumi breathed frantically now, she was dying. Her vision slowly began to become corrupted with black darkness; she knew she was on the verge of death, any second now, she would be gone.
'I don't want to die….' She thought to herself as she tried to cling on to life for a few more seconds. 'But I don't know what this man will do to me if I come with him.' The darkness crept in faster and faster, but until it was almost completely black, the last thing she was her hand slowly reaching out to his.
"Charizard," Cyrus called to his dragon, "I want you to take us back to Veilstone City; I'm done here." He finished as he laid the nearly dead Mitsumi on the beast's back and hopped on himself.
Charizard nodded his large head as he spread out his wings to a large span and took off towards the grey sky. Cyrus was happy to get back on top of his Charizard; it was thermal and relaxing; better than the coldness of the environment of Snowpoint City, if Mitsumi would have walked a few more miles, she would have found the town and might have discovered warmth there.
Speaking of her, Cyrus turned around to find her lying on Charizard's back motionless and unconscious. The orange dragon wasn't always the smoothest glider, if he starts to recklessly move, Mitsumi would fall off of him.
The boy reached over to the little girl and grabbed one of her legs and pulled her up to him, he would hold her bridal style until they reached Veilstone City; where his home was.
Cyrus looked down at the youngling, her eyes where shut tight and a large frown was on her face. The blue haired boy did a rather sly smile.
"Mitsumi," he muttered in a deep rather maniacal tone, "You may not quite look like what your name says, but one day, Mitsumi, one day, you will. I will train you non-stop until you achieve your destiny, to be Team Galactic's ultimate fighting machine! You will make every Trainer, Pokemon, Gym Leader, League member and Champion drop down to their knees pleading for grace, but you will show no mercy! These hands you have that are covered in blood shall soon be covered in the blood of others; you will be responsible for so many deaths that the reek of blood would never leave your palms." He told to her, he did a rather satisfied chuckle, what a plan this was to raise someone to kill, yet have an innocent look.
It wasn't too long before the grey sky had turned into a gorgeous orange and pink sunset over Veilstone city, and down below him was a large building where Charizard was beginning to land in front of, he flapped his wings at a faster pace, trying to keep himself above the ground to have a soft landing for there was a injured passenger on board.
His bottom feet were the first to land on the rocky cement then his weight was let down and last he bended over and let down his wings to let his trainer to walk down on them like stairs.
Like Charizard intended, Cyrus rose up, still carrying the injured Mitsumi wedding method, and walked down his wings. After he was completely off, Charizard's limb returned to their normal position.
"Stay here," Cyrus commanded the dragon "I'll drop Mitsumi off inside, then I'll feed you." He finished.
The orange beast bobbed its skull and lied down on his belly and set his head down on the concrete. The blue haired boy turned around and walked inside a massive building. Some of its pillars were covered in paved spikes that stuck out of the side and there were three doors on the front, Cyrus entered the third one to the right.
He opened the entry with his foot and came inside to find a man in a uniform with teal hair sitting at a desk, the uniform was black and white and he did a solute and stuck out his chest.
"Good day Boss Cyrus, where were you? And who is that girl?" he asked as the boy walked past the front desk with a grim face. A bleak face on Cyrus was normal, so the uniformed man didn't fret.
"This is one day your second in command." He answered as he stepped in an elevator, it was rather big and luxurious, just like the rest of the building, inside was a woman in the same uniform and same color hair; she did a similar solute as the other man did.
"Good afternoon, Boss Cyrus, can I be at your assistance?" she inquired as the drab Cyrus watched the closing automatic doors slide back into their intended position.
"Yes," The boy muttered "I want you to get me to the 5th floor, I have my hands full." He finished as he turned to look at her. The woman nodded her head in obedience.
"I can do that, Boss, I-" she stopped and glared at the little girl in his hands, she didn't look like she was even alive, she was covered in blood and ice enclosed her hands. "May I ask who that is?" she quizzed as she pointed at the emerald colored haired girl.
"No." Cyrus responded.
The woman looked a bit confused; she shrugged and went over to press the button with a 5 on it, then stepped back to stand next to her boss. It was strange to see Cyrus like this, he was well known for his anti- mercy attitude, yet here he is carrying a young girl who looked injured.
The elevator was in the process of going up, but the inside remained silent, very unusual for such an eventful day.
"So, boss, I was wondering something…" the woman began to ask while twiddling her thumbs. Sweat rolled down her check as she thought about asking this.
"What were you wondering?" Cyrus asked in a voice like an endless void.
"I was thinking…"she began to stutter "I-If if maybe I can get a promotion, from an elevator handler to a grunt maybe?" she was doing a weak smile as she asked this; she was a bit nervous, because when Cyrus gets angry, it was scary.
VERY SCARY,
After she asked the question, the elevator door had opened leading to the 5th floor. Cyrus began to walk out when he was suddenly interrupted.
"So, uh, what do you think Boss?" the lady asked as she put her arm in front of the doors to keep them from closing.
"I'll hesitate on it." The boy finished as he walked away towards a white hallway. His boots made clicking noises as he walked down the empty antechamber.
"Hey! Boss Cyrus! I'll be waiting for your decision!" he heard from a distance as he strode down the hallway with the girl in his arms. The place was empty, he just now realized that. It needed something to it, like maybe a lamp and a fern or something; that would work.
While thinking this, he jumped back to reality and saw that he was standing in front of a white metal door, above it was a plaque with the words "Commanders" laser written into it.
The blue haired teenager stared at the access flap; he couldn't open it, for he was carrying Mitsumi with both of his hands. His eyebrows went down a bit and he began to kick the door, making a loud boom that echoed though out the hallway."
"SATURN!" Cyrus called while repeating the action "OPEN THIS DOOR!"
There was an immediate response of a young man with short blue hair opening the door, he wore a similar suit like the rest of the people did, only his looked a bit different, the designs on it were more unique than the others, and on the right of his chest was a badge that said "Commander," just like the plaque above the door.
"Yes, Boss Cyrus? How can I help you?" he asked a bit anxious while propping the door open for him to come in. Cyrus frowned as he walked in.
"I want you to get Mars and Jupiter in here as well; we have an important meeting to discuss." He muttered as he set Mitsumi on a near-by red sofa.
The room was like a lounge, but there were also beds, on the side was a bathroom, comparable to a hotel. The walls were painted teal with a the same G symbol on it like on Cyrus's coat, two of the beds were on one side of the room, and on the other there was one bed and in the middle was what looked like a living room with the sofa, a recliner, a coffee table with a coffee maker on it with a flat screen TV installed onto the wall.
"I can do that, Boss Cyrus, but I think the girls are taking a shower, do you still want me to get them?" he inquired, pointing to the bathroom where running water could be heard.
"I would prefer that." The blue haired teen responded as he took a seat in the recliner that was crimson too.
"Yes, Boss!" Saturn obeyed as he ran up to the bathroom door. Before he did anything, he cleared his throat and stood up straight and knocked on the passageway.
"WHAT?" He heard from the inside. "That better not be you Saturn! We told you that we'd relax tonight without any boy trouble!" a voice called from the inside, obviously a woman's.
"Yah Saturn! Butt out! We're tired from today! Don't you know?" Another woman's voice yelled, they sounded awfully aggressive.
"Hey! Don't you girls be angry with me! Boss Cyrus said that he wants to have a very IMPORTANT meeting with us! Get out unless you want my head chopped off!" Saturn yelled through the door with a hint of aggravation.
"Sorry, Saturn! We can't hear you! We're busy taking a SHOWER!" one of the woman's voices responded.
"In fact it would be a FAVOR for you beheaded!" the other one agreed.
Saturn groaned and banged his head up against the door as he gritted his teeth.
"So, how's it going?" Cyrus asked from behind him. Saturn felt a bead of sweat roll down his head as he turned around and clear his throat again.
"Well, you see boss, Mars and Jupiter, they refuse to come out…." He muttered, nearly a whisper while twiddling his thumbs. But it was loud enough for his boss to hear though.
"Then use this." The teen told him while taking a bobby pin out from between the recliner's cushions.
"What!" Saturn spat "Do you want to PICKLOCK the DOOR to a BATHROOM with GIRLS taking a SHOWER! Boss Cyrus! Please don't! I don't want do that! Mars and Jupiter will KILL ME please, oh please oh PLEASE!" he begged as he went down on his knees and laced his fingers together.
Cyrus gave him a cold stare at the 13 year old Saturn.
"I'm sorry, Saturn, but I didn't ask you what you wanted." He muttered as he handed the bobby pin to one of his 3 commanders. "Go on, I don't have all day now." He mumbled.
Saturn stared at the given object in horror, he was about to argue, but hung his head.
"Yes, Boss." He murmured as he slowly walked up to the bathroom door. "Hey, girls are you SURE that you don't want to get out? Boss Cyrus is kinda ANGRY?" he asked after knocking one more time.
"Nope Saturn, we're good. I want your head on a plaque I can hang up when I get out of the bath tub though!"One of the girls responded that was followed by both of them laughing.
"Hmmmgm! They asked for it…" Saturn muttered as he felt a felt a tear of sweat go down his head as he inserted the bobby pin into the lock.
Cyrus heard Saturn rustle with the pin for a moment, until he finally hear the creaking sound of an opening door, followed by high pitched screams and a "WAIT!" along with a large thud. It wasn't too long before Saturn came up to his boss with a large bump on his head and a missing tooth.
"I did it…" He muttered.
Cyrus's eye lids slid down a bit and a frown was still on his face.
"Oh my gosh, Saturn! You're the sickest boy I've EVER met! If you do that one more time, then your locked in the laundry machine like what happened to grunt Stevie last week!" one of the girls said while coming out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body. She had purple hair along with purple painted finger and toe nails.
"Not to mention that you're ALSO going to see the power of that Rapidash Boss Cyrus promised to give me in a week!" another one called as well as she walked out of the bathroom with the same attire as the other. This one had red hair with clear finger and toes nails though.
But both looked frantic.
"Mars, Jupiter, that's enough." Cyrus commanded as he held a hand out signaling halt.
The wet haired girls saluted.
"Yes, Boss Cyrus!" They both responded in the unison.
Cyrus grumbled and looked at the wounded Saturn.
"Saturn go put a Bandage on your wounds, and you two get dressed, I have something important to discuss with all of you." All of the commander's nodded their heads and ran off to get ready.
"It's been 30 stupid minutes for those two to get ready! What's taking them!" Saturn muttered as he sat down on the other sofa (Not the one Mitsumi was in…)
"We're trying to actually look NICE for a meeting with the BOSS you know!" one of the girls called to him as they where in the bathroom prepping up.
Saturn crossed his arms and puckered out his lips in frustration, his missing tooth really hurt, blood was pouring out in his mouth, so there was that constant salty taste.
Finally, Mars and Jupiter came out form the bathroom in their uniforms they where identical to Saturn'.
"So, what's the meeting about?" the one with the red hair, Mars, asked as she looked for a seat, other than by Saturn. Cyrus noticed that she was avoiding him.
"Mars, Jupiter. I want you BOTH to sit by Saturn, he is your commanding partner; you must learn to respect each other." He growled while he looked at the annoyed Saturn.
"Why not?" Jupiter, the purple color haired girl asked, "Why can't we just sit on the on the other sof- ACK! EVERYONE LOOK!" She screeched as she turned around to the other couch to find a little girl lying on it. Mars and Saturn were shocked.
"Boss Cyrus! There is a little GIRL who SNOOK into our HEADQUARTERS!" Saturn reported as he quickly jumped out of his seat and rushed towards the little female.
"And she covered in BLOOD! EKK!" Mars grossed out. As she pretended to vomit.
"How'd she get in here without tripping off alarms!" Jupiter shouted in wonder as she drew closer to the child.
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Cyrus boomed, scaring everyone out of their skin. "ALL YOU SIT DOWN IMMEDIATELY!" he commanded, his voice like thunder.
All three of the commanders without delay jumped into the other sofa, they didn't care who they sat by, Cyrus was angry. The leader slowly got out of his recliner and stood up.
"Listen," he muttered a bit more calm. "This is Mitsumi, a girl I found on the route towards Snowpoint City about to freeze to death." He turned to them. "I want all three of you to respect her."
"Don't tell me that BRAT is going to be a COMMANDER at this AGE!" Jupiter suddenly busted out in anger and confusion. "Just look at her! She pitiful! You should have left her to die out there!"
"She looks dead anyways!" Mars agreed.
Cyrus's frown grew to a large arch. And he approached the three.
"You all listen I have decided to train her to be Team Galactic's ultimate warrior, she will one day over power you in physical and mental strength and she will one day help us create a new world where suffering and evil will cease to exist!"
Saturn laughed.
"How can a GIRL one day over power a MAN which I'm going to be when she's even old enough to see a Pokemon!" he commented.
"And no girl will ever reach the potential I have! Never in a million years!" Jupiter added
"Not to mention that she probably won't even get a change to go up against me! She'll be too scared!" Mars added in with pride as she glared at her boss.
This made Cyrus frown even larger, his eyes turned into an icy cold gaze upon the three 13 year olds who were too swallowed up by arrogance.
"Well then, if you think that, you may, but that doesn't mean that you are going to disrespect her, she is a member of Team Galactic just like you and I alike." He stood up to a straight posture and looked to the side back at the youngling; this action was a followed by all of the commanders doing the same.
Mitsumi had woken up and was sitting on the sofa looking around in awe and wonder, at the same time fear.
"Jupiter." Cyrus muttered, ready to give her a command.
"Yes, Boss Cyrus?" looking up to him as she jumped up and saluted.
"Take Mitsumi and give her a bath, clean and patch her wounds." He told her. Jupiter's jaw dropped down to the floor.
"Why do I HAVE to do it!" she revolted as she marched up to her boss infuriated.
"Because you were the first to comment rudely about her." He told her as he commenced to walk to the door. "I'm going to be back in 30 minutes, if you have not done what I've told you to or if you do anything to her, you get a promotion to be a janitor."
And with that, he walked out the door and slammed it shut.
"Well, Jupiter! Hope you have fun!" Saturn remarked that was followed by him and Mars bursting into laughter. Jupiter groaned and hissed.
"Quiet! One day YOU might have to go take her on a walk and all of the townsfolk will mock you!"
Then she stormed off.
The 7 year old Mitsumi sat it the tub filled with warm water with a blank expression on her face, the hot water was beginning to burn her wounds on her foot, back and arm, along with other scrapes and scratches on her.
By now all of the blood dried on her potato sack gown and on her body, so Jupiter had to scrub all of the scarlet body fluid off of her skin.
"So, your Mitsumi, hmm?" she asked in a rather irritated tone as she poured some shampoo on her hand and began to scrub the younger girl's head. Mitsumi on stared at her with sad yet angry expression, the pupil in her iris in her eye was like a small dot, it almost looked as if she had no personality.
"Would you PLEASE stop looking at me like that?" the young teen groaned as she washed her hands off in the water and began to get some conditioner in her hand and applied it to her hair.
Mitsumi looked away with a frown on her face as she stared at her reflection in the water. She heaved a sigh and closed her eyes as Jupiter scrubbed her head around, almost yanking it. She didn't seem to like her.
"Okay," Jupiter muttered, "Time to wash your hair now," She finished with a mumble as she grabbed a nearby cup and scooped some water inside and poured it on Mitsumi's head. It was strange, she didn't fight or struggle or anything, she just sat there. Maybe she'll fret the next time.
Same thing,
It was strange to see a child act like this, kids HATE water poured on their head and into their face. She took another scoop and emptied out the cup again. Pretty much she sat in the same position the entire time it took to wash her hair.
Well now the hard part was coming, for Jupiter at least. She had to scrub dried blood off of her body. She sighed and got up to get a wash rag, she reached in the bottom cabinet to the right of the tub to reach one.
When she came back, Mitsumi hadn't moved an inch; her green, wavy hair was still in her face from when she dumped water on her. She was quiet and solitary, must be her personality.
Jupiter soaked the rag in the water and began to scrub the girl's shoulders, getting the blood off really wasn't as hard as she thought it would be, a dab and it was gone.
She then pushed the hair out of Mitsumi's face and washed it, then her neck and chest, and trailed down to her right arm where she washed the top and reached under the bottom of it, though something unexpected came out of the young girl.
"AK!" Mitsumi hissed as a small tear came from her eyes that were shut tight, her teeth gritted and her muscles tensioned. Jupiter frowned; what was wrong with her, one moment she fine, the next moment she's- oh. She turned her limb to look at the bottom on her right arm to find a large cut that went deep until it touched the bone.
'This was no doubt an attack from a wild Pokemon! This girl survived a Pokemon attack?' Jupiter thought in shock.
She let go of Mitsumi's arm, and began to continue scrubbing the dried blood.
"So where did that wound come from?" she asked, knowing she wouldn't receive an answer.
"A monster followed me for days and if I didn't stop walking, he would catch up to me and try to kill me with it's claws, today I heard him coming closer so I tried to run, but a bit ice shard sliced my foot open and he caught up to me." Mitsumi replied to Jupiter's shock.
Jupiter was on her left arm now, scrubbing away all of the blood.
"I'm sorry to hear that." She muttered as she continued to cleanse her body with the rag.
"Just admit it, you know that you're not, you hate me on the inside I know you do."
What a solemn kid… yet she was correct
Jupiter had just finished cleaning her; she threw the rag in the tub and picked the clean Mitsumi up and set her on the floor
"Here," the commander said as she handed a towel to her. The little girl slowly took the wipe from the teen. "We need to find you some clothes you can wear to sleep and train in."
"Actually, Boss Cyrus dropped these off to give to her; he said that her training begins in the morning." A voice said behind her, making Jupiter jump.
She turned around to find Mars holding another potato sack looking gown folded up all nice and neat.
"Why is she STILL wearing a gown made of rags and old stuff?" Jupiter called in anger. "If anyone finds out she's part of Team Galactic that's throwing our name in the mud!"
Mars shrugged.
"Boss Cyrus told me that Mitsu- whatever isn't part of Team Galactic until she proves herself worthy of that privilege." She said while handing it to Jupiter.
She sighed and turned back to Mitsumi, her pupils were still like narrow slits and a large frown was still on her face.
"Okay, let's go ahead and get you dressed and patch those wounds." Jupiter grumbled to the green haired girl; then she commenced to slip the gown on her head and Mitsumi did the rest by putting her hands in through the arm holes for her.
Then, Jupiter took her back to the living room part of the hotel looking extent and set her on the couch. Saturn was on the left side of the room, lying in his bed when Jupiter shouted,
"SATURN!" she yelled "Get the first aid kit for me!"
The half asleep Saturn muttered something, and then drug himself out of his bed and got the kit out from under his cot and flung it to her.
"Saturn, I didn't want you to throw it!" Jupiter shouted while catching the equipment. Groaned and opened the lid and took out a roll of casts and began to wrap it around Mitsumi's wounds on her arm, her foot and on her back.
"There, all done, glad that's over." Jupiter muttered while getting up from the couch and set the first aid kit on the coffee table. "Boy am I ready for bed, see ya." She murmured as she went to her own bed, leaving Mitsumi on the couch all alone. The little girl sighed.
'Why am I here?' She thought to herself, 'Where do I go, and where do they want me to sleep? I guess on this thingy I'm sitting on…. But what if they don't want me there?' her head hung down, and her hair flopped down into her face. 'I just wish I would've died….' And she lay on the sofa, tears welling up in her eyes. 'What is my purpose here, why do they want me? What do they want me for?' and with that, tears rolled down her cheeks and she cried herself to sleep, unaware of the day that it was going to be tomorrow….