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Mashiro's PoV

Slowly, my eyes began to flutter open, but I almost wished they weren't. The pain that had been caused by the boys quickly spread through my body like a wildfire. A groan escaped my slightly swollen lips.

My thoughts briefly flickered to the events from yesterday. There are bruises all over my body from the boys' abuse, and I couldn't stop thinking about the black haired boy from yesterday. I wanted to see him again, to thank him, and I planned on going back to the beach later to see if I could find him. I became distracted, however, when someone creaked open the door.

"Hey, sweetheart," my daddy said when he entered my bedroom. "You finally decide to wake up? Mommy and I were worried about you."

The bed sank a little as he sat down beside me. I chanced a small grin and found that it didn't really cause me to hurt too much even though my head already was. The small realization made me feel like taking on the challenge of speaking.

"How's Mommy?" I asked real quiet and slow. My lips didn't like me talking very much.

"She's okay, but I think she's been better."

His statement made me raise my head and furrow my eyebrows. The baby should have been here by now, so Mama should be really happy. Why is she only okay? I asked my daddy this, and he said that God had re-decided on letting Mommy have another baby, and that the baby was with God again, like my twin brother.

"Can I see her?" I wanted to know.

"Sure, sweetheart, but she might be sleeping. In the mean time, do you mind telling me how you got those bruises? The boy that brought you home just said there were some really mean bullies at the beach."

"He's right. There were a bunch of boys that were kicking me and calling me a crybaby, but I'm okay. It doesn't hurt too much."

My daddy got a really worried look on his face. "Let me go get you some medicine okay? It'll help with the pain."

With that, he disappeared from my sight. I could faintly hear his footsteps as he ambled down to the kitchen. He returned a moment later with a small cup filled partway with a strange looking liquid.

"Drink up squirt. This'll dull the throbbing for you. Then we'll go see Mommy. I peaked in on her and she's awake, but we'll still need to be real quiet when we go in okay?"

I nodded and Daddy carefully lifted me into his arms. Mommy, noiselessly rocking in her chair, was staring out the window when we walked in. She didn't turn to look at us, and didn't say anything either. It was like she was stone. Crawling out of my fathers embrace, I padded across the carpet to stand by my mommy. I placed a hand on her arm, and she turned her head to look at me.

There was a very sad look in her face and tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Oh baby," she sobbed as she pulled me onto her lap. Her palm went to my hair to continuously smooth it down over and over again, and I nuzzled my face in her neck. We stayed in that position for a very long time. Neither one of us noticed when Daddy left the room….

5 Days Later…

The funeral had passed by in a blur. I hadn't really noticed what was going on, except for a lot of sad family members and friends.

Some guy talked about how my baby brother, yes the baby had been a boy, had been cheated out of life and said some other stuff I forgot about the minute he said it. Then we placed him in the hole next to my other brother. Then we went back to Grandma's house, but only to grab our belongings before heading to our own home.

Mom's spent the past two days in the nursery that would never be anyone's room, and she hasn't eaten much. Dad and I are pretty worried.

I didn't get to see my savior again before we left. I had been looking for him, but he wasn't anywhere near the beach when I went with Obasan one day. I wanted to thank him for helping me, and see if he has my missing dolls.

All I can do is hope, about him and Mommy…

A Month and a Half Later…

Mom finally came out of the nursery today. She didn't say much, but it was still an improvement. My birthday is in a few days. Dad and I think that has something to do with it.

I still think about the boy with glasses and black eyes. My dreams are often filled with his face.

Mashiro's Birthday

Mom made me a cake for my birthday, and we even had a small party. Grandma came over to help out, too. All of my aunts and uncles and their kids showed up after a while, and then everyone went to dinner and see a movie. Then there were presents and cake and ice cream when we got home.

The best part of the day though, Mommy smiled. I haven't seen her smile in a long time. That was my best present, although no one realized that. It made today my favorite birthday. I didn't think another one had a chance of topping this one.

1 Year After Mashiro's Birthday…

I still haven't seen the mysterious boy, not even when I visit Grandma. But I won't stop trying. Besides, I think he might have my dolls. I haven't seen them since that day.

Mom's almost back to normal. She's gone back to work. She smiles often. Her friends take here out to just have fun at least once a week, and she and Daddy have gotten a lot closer. She's practically a new person. It makes me so happy. I only hope that she'll one day be her old self again.

Sou's PoV

It's been over a year since the day I saved her, carried her home, and I still have her dolls in a box. I keep them in my bottom dresser drawer. I think about her all the time, wishing every night to see her again even though I have yet to do so. I won't give up.

I don't know her name though, and it makes finding her more difficult. It bothers me. I want so

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