His eyes fluttered slightly as the sun's rays blinded him for a moment. When he had full focus, he looked up to an unfamiliar ceiling which caused him to get up all of a sudden. He looked down to find himself wearing a really large shirt instead of the normal Tees and pants. He heard a click and his attention brought him to the door.

Aya entered the room holding two neatly folded clothing in his hands. "Who… who are you? What do you want with me?" The boy whimpered. Aya returned with a calming tiny smile.

"It's ok, you're safe. I'm Aya, and you are?"

"Aya? Isn't that a girl's name? Are you a girl?"

Aya went up and sat on the bed beside the youngster. "No, I'm not a girl. So, what's your name?"

"I'm Makoto. Ne, can I call you Aya-chan?" Aya stiffen at the sound of that name, but forced himself to relax.

"That would be up to you. Now, Makoto, are you lost?" The youngster shook his head wildly. Aya nearly sweat dropped.

"I'm not lost. I ran out of Mugenjou. Someone took my mommy away, so I went after her, but mommy told me to find help. I don't know who to get because no one cared, so I came here." Tears formed in the large light brown eyes. "That guy was a meany, he took away my mommy!" He sobbed.

Aya silently watched the boy. Almost exactly like Aya-chan when she woke up. Sub-consciously, he took the crying youngster into a soothing embrace. Makoto was shocked for a moment, but continued crying as he found it so calming.

"Hey redhead, did the kid…" Ban paused when he saw Aya holding the crying child. It looked almost as if it was an angel of some sort. Damn! Snap out of it! Ban told himself and smacked his head. "Alright break it up, break it up! Hey kid, gimme your mom or dad's number and I'll call them to come pick ya."

Hearing what he said, Makoto sobbed even more. "Ban! Stop making matters worst! Makoto, it's alright. He didn't mean it okay? Come on, go change into these clothes. You'll be more comfortable in your own clothes rather than Ban's loose one." With that, Aya passed the bright yellow shirt and black pants to the boy.

Makoto just nodded and headed to the toilet at the corner of the room. "What the hell was that about? Doesn't he wanna go home?"

Aya narrowed his eyes at the Dakannya. "His mother and father are either no where to be found or dead. Really, Ban, you should learn to choose your words carefully before you speak. I'll that many people said you have a rather foul mouth."

"Yeah whatever. Like I care a damn about those stuff. Anyway, the other guys just got breakfast. Be waiting for you and that runt." Ban exited the room and went down the steps. Just them, Makoto stepped out of the washroom.

"These clothes feel so new! You sew them together?" Makoto asked happily, hopping onto the large bed beside Aya. The redhead nodded and Makoto burst out happily again. "That's so nice! I always kept playing with stones with my friends and we had to throw them, and when it hit my clothes always had holes in 'em. Mommy used to get so angry at me for that!" He laughed, hopping on the bouncy bed.

Had holes huh? Aya-chan used to always tear her skirt some where. Regardless sitting or standing, she always seemed to have the luck of splitting her skirt when she was young. His parents weren't usually at home due to working, and Aya would cry out whenever she tore her skirt. In the end, Aya had to learn how to sew to get to stop her whining. The assassin snapped out of his thought when he felt someone touching his hair.

He turned over his shoulder to find Makoto playing and twirling his hair with his fingers. "It's so nice and soft. My mommy's hair used to be this color! And it was long, silky and soft, like yours!" Makoto giggled. Aya shut his eyes and stood up.

"Come on. I'm sure you're hungry. I'll introduce to you some people."