Aya stationed himself outside the building next to the hospital. Yohji, Ken, and Omi were surveying to see a way in. despite their planning to penetrate the hospital without being noticed. Yohji had suggested charging in, making sure they were all dead. Omi had a more planned out attack. "Take out the two guards, put on their uniforms, find out where the girls were held, move out, kick the bastards' asses, etc. Basic Weib plan. A sudden movement caught his eye. For a moment he thought it was perhaps the others, but it was not. The clothes ' sound made an odd whisper as it brushed or leaped from somewhere. "There's someone else here?" Omi asked. "Yeah," Ken whispered. "I hope it a woman." "Yeah, maybe the woman's real ugly, Yohji." Aya heard the others come, but he didn't bother to acknowledge it. He kept his eye on the figure. The figure jumped up to the highest window. The lights turned on. "You!" Aya heard voices and screams unfinished. The figure jumped high from the building. Landing on one knee, the figure looked up. The figure was holding a little girl. He looked up as the men closed the window. He clutched the little girl to himself and ran. He ran to the building, only to be stopped by a gang.
"Look here, you little rich boy, give us all you got." "Yeah, you little bastard. The girl too." The boy glared at them. A few members back away. "Is that all you got? A little, measly, tiny, pathetic glare?" One of the men came at him with a crow bar. The boy ducked. He was helpless, Aya watched. They grabbed him by his kimono and took the young girl, forcibly away. "Give her back!" "Oh, so you do talk, eh? And what do you say to this?" The man took a hair ornament from the girl's hair. Seeing this reminded him of Aya-chan. What if he was in this situation? He would kill anyone to make sure she was safe, but he wasn't sure he wanted this boy whose decisions weren't all that many, to do the same. This all ran through his mind as he slashed his word through every one of them. He gave a little twist to the leader as he stabbed him in the stomach. The man's closed hand was outreached. It opened to reveal a beautiful hair ornament. Aya took it from his hand as the blood seeping from his body threatened to taint it. The boy picked up the pinkly-kimono dressed girl. Aya handed him the ornament. He took it and placed it in his kimono. He nodded his head in thanks.
"What no gratitude?" Just a nodd?"
"Yohji, that was thanks." "For Aya that is."
Ken walked up to the boy. "Do you have a place to stay?" "No, not yet." The quiet voice came.
"Then you'll stay with us, "Omi told him. " This meeting will and our alliance will help benefit us."
Do you want me to take her?" Ken asked. The boy looked so tired, but he shook his head. The Wieb Kreuz went home with two unexpected guests.
Omi opened the door to his room. The boy laid the girl gently in the bed and brought the covers gently over her.
"Oni-Chan, Are we home?"
"No, not yet."
"Where is my hair jewel?" He took out of his Kimono, the hair adornment. "It's stained. I will buy you a new one." "Okay. Oyasumi." "Oyasumi na sai, Imoto-san." " Can you please come out here?" The boy shook his head. He couldn't leave his sister's bedside, worried she might disappear again.
"I'll watch her," Omi offered. The boy shook his head.
"Stubborn, in't he?"
The door will be opened so we can see her. We can sit out here and talk." They turned to Aya. The boy started to walk into the light. They finally got a good look at him. He had dark short hair that framed his face a bit. He wore a white band on his forehead with the symbol "Death" on it and his Kimono was made of rich, genuine black silk.
"She is your sister."
"Hai."
"Is she handicapped in some way?"
"No."
"But I thought they only took handicapped girls."
"They lack enough handicapped children. They take normal children as well, then they'll handicapped the children to make up for it." He grabbed hold onto the table he was sitting at. "That's what they did to Kasuye."
"Kasuye?" Omi asked.
" My older sister. The sister I couldn't protect. It was three years ago. She went without a trace. But later we found out, they broke her legs so she could never walk again. Then they sold her into prostitution. She didn't survive the first night. I'm not going to let another sister die. This time I can save her."