(Hello this is me, Samkin, I decided to write something a little different this time, you might like it, but I'm not sure. So you be the judge.)

Part 1 A World not her own

The rain came down in sheets around; she pulled herself up against the cold brick wall and pulled the trench coat tightly around her. Moving out of the rain was hard since there weren't much of an overhang to keep it from falling on her. She dug into her pockets and brought out a piece of a chocolate bar. Her long, greasy brown hair was in her green eyes and she just looked at the food. She took a bite and gave a sigh, of course she stole it and she did feel guilty, but she had to eat something.

How long have I been on the streets? She thought long and hard about it, but so far all she had to do was keep moving. She couldn't stay in the city and she couldn't really stay anywhere she liked.

She scratches the scar on the back of her and shuddered at the harsh memory it caused. "Freak!" the words stabbed her hearing. She remembered the rocks being thrown; she had the scar to prove it. Her parents were of no help at all, so that was why she ran and so far she didn't know how long she had been running until she found herself in Tokyo of all places.

She never dared going into the streets; she didn't want people to see her. She didn't want people to know what she could do. She was scared of discovery, so scared in fact that when she stole the chocolate she was nearly caught until someone decided to pay for it for her. She couldn't quite discribe the person, he had chocolate brown hair and brown eyes, there was something about this guy, she didn't know what, but it looked like he understood her, though the person with him looked almost frightening. This man had crimson hair and dark violet eyes that pierced into hers and cause more fear than intended. "She stole it, why pay for it?" he asked his friend bluntly who just shrugged and waved to her.

**

The rain became worse and she moved to a better place of cover only to find herself next to a busy flower shop. She glared at the crowd not really liking it, she stayed in the alley and found it wasn't such a great idea.

She came face to face with the man with crimson hair; he stared at her as she leaned against the wall chewing on her lip. He walked up and grabbed her pulling her into the store without a second thought. "Alright little thief time to work it off."

The girl struggled and nearly collapsed in terror. "No, let me go!" It didn't help that her arms were being held by his tightening grip. He pulled her to his chest making sure her struggles weren't so noisey.

"Aya-kun, what in the world?" she saw a boy with blond brown hair and blue eyes blinking in surprise. "You're scaring her half to death!" That was when she blacked out.

**

"Great going, Aya!" Ken growled. "I show one ounce of kindness and you have to go and scare the kid half to death."

"She had it coming, she's just a common thief." Aya leaned on the door to Ken's room. "I'll call the orphanage."

Ken gave a glare and walked into his room. "I think she'll just run away again. Besides didn't you have a good look at her head, there's a scar, someone has been hurting her in the past."

"Its none of our business."

"You're so cruel," they turned to see Omi walking in with a blanket and his spare clothes. "Will these do, Ken-kun?"

"Thanks, Omi," was the response and covered the girl. "She's pretty sick."

Aya just walked off pretending he didn't hear it, he didn't really care at all about the kid. She was just a common thief though he couldn't really be the judge due to his own job. He walked into his room and shut the door looking as though he hadn't slept in several days. In fact he hadn't at all, he put his hands on a book as he sat down on his bed and turned on the light on a table. Reading was the only comfort he found, much of his spare time was either working in the flower shop, or accounting for his team. He never really had this much time on his hands at all.

He heard Ken's voice in the hall talking to Omi who was as usual eager to help anyone. I suppose he feels sorry for her, he thought and looked away. It was her own fault, what a stupid girl. He never had much sympathy for run aways, they were cowards, though she might have had a good reason, he had a good look at the scar on her head and the fact she was wincing when he held her was sure evidence that she had been abused.

Ken had always been known to bring home stray animals; usually it broke his heart to have to put a cat to sleep if it was too sick. Omi was worse; he would grow attached to the animal and then would cry himself to sleep in his room for a night or two. They're hopeless, Aya thought putting his book down; he knew he was the one to knock some sense into both of them. Ken never kept the animals that he brought home, as soon as they were well it was straight to a shelter or someone he trusted to take care of them, if Omi had his way all the animals would stay and there wouldn't be room for anyone. This girl though wasn't a cat or dog, or hell even a mouse, it was human girl, and though it was like she was running from something.

There came a scream and he ran out of his room, seeing the girl about ready to run away. "Hold on, we're not going to hurt you," Omi was sputtering as he tried to calm her down. "Just lay down, please, you are really sick."

Aya quickly just picked her up as she started to kick and scream again. "You stay in there, or I'll call the police."

The girl went quiet and just lay on the bed in surprise. "Thanks, Aya, but you don't need to do that," Omi sighed walking into the room.

**

The girl gave a sigh and looked around her, it looked like a nice average person's room. They're normal, I'm not, she reminded herself holding her knees as she sat. She saw the boy walk in and smile at her. "Sorry about that, Aya-kun isn't always so mean. By the way what's your name?"

"Don't have one," she whispered and looked away.

"You have to have a name."

She shrugged and looks hesitantly at him. "I would feel better not giving it."

He seemed to understand her reasoning, though he realized that she was trying to keep it for a reason. "Its okay. You can tell me when you're ready, I won't push you. I'm Omi' by the way and the guy with brown hair is Ken-kun and the one with crimson hair is Aya-kun, I'm sorry for the way he treated you. He's sometimes a lot nicer." He smiled at her and then left her in Ken's room.

He seems nice, she thought looking at a picture on a bedside table, she saw the four men looking at her. The two smaller ones were looking as if they were kind. She never trusted people, but for some reason those two seemed to interest her.

**

"She won't give me her name," Omi sighed as he lifted up his cup of tea. "I don't say I blame her for the way Aya-kun treated her. I'm sure she had a good reason to run away."

Ken nodded his chocolate brown eyes were on the frig. "Do you think he'd call the orphanage on her?"

"No, remember when you brought home that rabid dog? He wanted to kill you, of course he took you to the doctor and waited for you to put the animal down. He wouldn't do it until he was sure you were ready. Of course I don't think he has forgiven you about the kittens in his sock draw."

"How was I to know the cat was pregnant and that Aya's dresser was what it was eyeing?" the other boy laughed remembering Aya's face when he saw the kittens, he didn't know if it was love or possibly him wanting to chase Ken with a katana and kill him. "Besides we found good homes for all of them, didn't we?"

The youngest boy nodded and laughed, out of all the things Ken brought home that cat which he called Goalie was his favorite, though the name never really worked. Goalie though stayed with the Weiss and never left Aya's bedroom. Goalie was a large tabby with dark yellow eyes and tendency to scratch anyone that wasn't Aya.

**

"Alright, Goalie, you're not going to sleep with me," Aya sighed as he went to bed, the tabby just rolled onto its side and yawned. "Fine."

Ken had decided to keep Goalie, though it was more or less now Aya's cat, it purred whenever Aya was close by and then would become a scratching terror to anyone else. Yohji sported a good ten scratches from the animal when he tried to use Aya's bed in a drunken daze mistaking his friend's bed for his.

So far it was actually kind of funny.

The cat curled up next to the leader of the Weiss who absently petted it as he dozed off.

**

The next morning Yohji and Omi were attempting to get the girl to eat something, though most of if just had them nearly sick themselves. The girl was so thin and looked worse than anything they had ever seen. Yohji told Omi to calm down and help the girl as they walked her into the kitchen and made her some breakfast.

Goalie had jumped onto the table and was waiting for her own food, she started to purr when the girl reached out and started to pet her. "Wow, usually Goalie doesn't like anyone else, except Aya," Yohji sighed as he tried to get the cat off the table. "Damned cat," as it scratched him.

"It doesn't like you," the girl stood up. "It thinks you smell funny."

The cat purred again and rubbed against the girl who smiled. That was when everyone had a good look at her eyes. "Whoa!" Yohji exclaimed when he saw her eyes. "They're like a cats."

She got up and walked away before anyone else could say anything to her. She sat on the bed and stared at the ceiling. I want to be normal, I don't want to be a freak! She sighed feeling like she was a freak, she knew that as soon as she was well, she was going to have to leave.

"She's going to earn her keep," said a voice in the hall, a stern almost heartless voice.

She felt as if everything was going to change for her.