Okay, here's the next chapter! Too bad school starts again tomorrow. . . I'll try to update at least once before next weekend if the homework isn't too bad. Thanks to everyone who reviewed!



DarkLightAngel9 : It's not becuase of that. You'll see later on.

The Legendary Tamer: Thanks, but. . . I have to use WordPad. My computer has such old word processing programs that I can't save in html either. It doesn't know what that is!

Archforge: After I wrote the story, I felt bad for killing em, but yeah, it kinda needed to be done. ~sweat~



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Jenrya woke the next morning with a spliting headache. He groaned softly and opened his eyes.

"What the?!"

Next to him lay Ruki, both teens were covered by a blanket. Their clothes were in piles on the floor. Now Jenrya really had a headache.

"Please don't tell me that we-"

He stopped when he heard Ruki moan. The girl was waking up. Her violet eyes fluttered opened, and turned cold.

"What the heck?!"

Ruki sat up, holding the blanket to her body. The glare she gave Jenrya sent chills down his spine.

"I think I know what that stuff was," Jenrya said weakly. "Wine. Strong wine."

"I knew I couldn't trust you, noble dirt." Ruki spat angerly.

"Well it isn't all my fault. You got drunk too."

They sat in silence, glaring at each other. Finally Jenrya sighed.

"Close your eyes, I'm getting dressed."

"Why should I? This is all your fault! Close your eyes, noble dirt."

"Ruki, we don't need you stubbern attitude right now."

She shot him an icy look. "My stubbern attitude?"

The girl flipped her long hair, which was hanging down past her waist. Clearly she had been out of her mind last night. That noble had done a pretty good job of brain-washing her. But that wasn't going to work anymore.

Jenrya's felt his cheeks start to burn. He had to admit, Ruki was pretty good looking, but last night he had disgraced his family. He couldn't go around sleeping with any old girl, espcially a street one.

"What are you staring at?"

Blinking, Jenrya focused back on Ruki.

"Uh, nothing," he stammered. "You can get changed first."

Ruki was surprised at how quickly he had given in. Once Jenrya shut had his eyes, she stood and slipped on her clothes.

"So what do you remember about last night?" she asked.

"Nothing," The boy replied, somewhat misreably.

Ruki scowled slightly. Was she not good enough for him? He made it sound like he regreted everything! Wait, wasn't that a good thing? Pulling back her hair, Ruki looked over at Jenyra. His head was turned away from her, eyes shut tight. The girl smiled at the scene.

"You can open your eyes now."

Quickly she hide her smile as Jenrya looked back at her.

"Your turn."

Ruki nodded, and stepped outside. She could hear Jenrya dressing, along with the sounds of the near-by market. Soon people would be coming around looking for Jenrya, if it was to be anything like yesturday.

"Ready for another busy day?"

Turning, Ruki saw Jenrya standing behind her.

"I guess. Look, here comes the first person now."

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As the weeks passed the two teens got into a routine. Everyday people would come to have Jenrya fix their scabs and bruises. They'd leave behind food for him and Ruki to eat, then be back the next day. Luckily nothing came of that night they had been drunk, and it drifted from memory. The city guards still seemed to be on the look out for Jenrya. Ruki did all the wondering around the market, listening to some of the guards. It sounded like they had locked up Janyuu Lee. When Jenrya heard this he sighed with relief.

"At least I know he's alive. Now if only I knew about Migra."

Ruki had heard quite alot about Jenrya's family, although she never shared about hers. One day Jenrya asked her about them.

"You must have a family, and I'm guessing they're Japanese."

She nodded. "Yeah, that's where I'm from, Japan."

Jenrya looked at her with new intrest.

"Really? How did you end up here then?"

It was a long story that Ruki wasn't too keen to share. After awhile Jenrya's bugging got annoying though and she gave in and told him.

"My mother brought me to China back when I was ten. We never got along too well, and ended up having a fight. I ran off to these streets and hide from her until I knew she had returned home. I hated the noble life."

"You were a noble?"

Jenrya seemed surprised by this news. Ruki always insulted him by calling him a noble, yet she had once been one?

"I was. It was pretty boring and I hated it."

After that Jenrya didn't ask anything more. He pondered on the news, wondering if that could help him in the future. If he ever saw his father again, and Migra. If only he knew where Kenru was! His older brother would help.

One night, nearly ten months after the day Ruki and Jenrya had first met, a man came to see them.

"Word is there's a girl looking for a boy named Jenrya. We all assumed she was looking for you. Says her name is Migra."

Jenrya jumped up, grey eyes wide.

"Bring her here please!"

An hour later the boy heard familiar footsteps. A girl walked in the door and glanced around.

"Jenrya?" her voice was just above a whisper.

"Migra!"

The two ran and hugged each other.

"I thought you might have been dead!" Migra sobbed. "I was so worried about you!"

Jenrya pulled back from his sister.

"Father?"

"He's locked up, but alive. They won't kill him. I managed to escape before they killed me. I spent months trying to find you! Jenrya, I'm so glad you're okay!"

Just then Migra noticed the girl standing in the corner of the room. They gave each other look overs. Jenrya stepped back.

"Migra, this is Ruki. Ruki, this is my older sister Migra."

"Nice to meet you." Migra bowed slightly. This was a street girl who didn't require respect from a noble, but since her brother knew her. . .

The younger girl shrugged. Jenrya smiled at his sister.

"She's not so mean once you get to know her," he whispered.

Ruki cast him a skeptic look. She didn't like being talked about behind her back. Jenrya motioned for Migra to sit down. The girl glanced down at the dusty floor. Her brother wanted her to sit on THAT?

"What's wrong? Floor not good enough for you, noble?" Ruki sneered.

Jenrya shot her a look. Ruki gazed away, her chin raised stubbernly. Migra sat down, wary of the street girl.

"Jenyra, I've come to enlist your help."

The boy turned his attention back to his sister, his grey eyes questioning her.

"We have to help free father. They've kept him locked up for months now. If we leave tomorrow, we can save him. They're holding him not too far from here."

After a moment Jenrya nodded. "We'll leave early tomorrow morning."

"What?!" Ruki felt her eyes widen. "You're leaving with her?"

Migra smirked at the street girl. Jenyra blinked in surprise to Ruki's reaction.

"Yeah, why?"

"Can I talk to you outside for a minute."

Before Jenrya could respond she had dragged him out the door.

"Are you crazy?!"

The boy was taken aback.

"What do you mean? Migra's my sister, we have to go save my father."

"Jenrya Lee, you haven't seen her for months! How can you just trust her so easily?"

"Like I said, she's my sister. I don't see why you're so worried Ruki." Jenrya frowned at her. "I trust Migra and we're leaving tomorrow."

"But she-"

"No, don't say anything Ruki. I won't have you talking bad about Migra."

"ARE YOU THAT BLIND?!" Ruki shouted, not caring who heard. "Jenrya, she could be plotting your death for all you know! You can't just run off with her!"

"And who are you to tell me what to do? You're just a street girl, you could never understand! Migra's my sister, I owe her my trust!"

Ruki stepped back, feeling as if Jenrya's words were knives stabbing into her. He did think of her as just a street girl. She should of known all along, he was just using her. That's how all nobles worked.

"Fine," Ruki hissed. "Go, see if I care! But don't say I didn't warn you!"

She turned and fled down the street. Jenrya watched her go, fighting the urge to call out to her. He didn't need Ruki anymore. She was just a street girl, Migra was his sister. After tomorrow everything would be back to normal.

"Temper, temper."

Jenrya turned to see Migra just inside the doorway.

"Yeah, I know." He scowled. "She's not worth our time. Let's just leave now Migra."

Migra nodded. The sooner the better as far as she was concerned. The two started off. As they walked down the steps to the market Ruki watched with a pained heart. She had been wrong, Jenrya was just like every other noble. How stupid she had been to think of him as a friend, or anything more.

As Migra lifted her skirts to step down Ruki saw a flash of metal. The girl had a dagger tied to her ankle. Ruki's first thought was to warn Jenrya, but she stopped herself. Let him go. She didn't care if he died. Ruki turned her back on the brother-sister pair, hoping it would be for the last time.