Disclaimer: The day I own Yu-Gi-Oh is the day Korn becomes Mormon…I DON'T OWN IT.

The next day I woke up to my mother poking my shoulder saying my name.
"Kess...Kess! Kiss kiss Kess!"
I woke to my Title "Kiss kiss Kess" When I was young in America whenever I met someone I would kiss them which earned me my title. I covered my eyes with my black pillow.
"What do you want mom?"
"I have something for you. Something...special, that you might like." I took the pillow away from my face and blinked a few times until my vision cleared.
"What is it?" I sat up and wondered. My mother motioned to follow her as she walked out. I got my pants on and slipped my sandals on. I followed her down the hallway, down the stairs, and out the door to the backyard which I hadn't seen before. In the backyard was a giant field fenced in. Next to the field was an old barn that looked ancient the wood was rotten and grayish brown. I blinked a few times as we approached it. When we got to the doors she held up her hand for me to stop and wait. My mother went around the corner as I raised an eyebrow. Forty seconds later she came out with a big sixteen hand black horse called a Frisian. It looked very old and its mane and tail were extremely long and ratted. The fur had caked dirt and mud, it was almost impossible to tell it was a black horse. It looked like it was about to die. The only features I liked were the four white half pasterns and the blaze. I stood there with my mouth open.
"Mother..." My voice sounded soft. "What the hell is that?" I asked in a sickened tone.
My mother rolled her eyes. "He's yours. I bought him cheap here and he just came in today. He's only sixteen so he's not that old."
"OLD? He's ancient! It looks like it's about to die!" You couldn't tell, but the horse rolled his eyes. After doing so he snorted as if saying "I'm not about to die." My mother sighed and handed me the lead rope.

"He needs a name. Clean him up and feed him. Remember you start school tomorrow morning." Before I could answer her she was already half way home. I looked at the horse and blinked.
"What the fuck are you staring at?" I asked. He responded with a whinny as if laughing at me. "Well you need a name, how about Midnight?" The horse shook his powerful head in a "no" and snorted. "Hmm, General?" I asked again the Friesian snorting again. "Um. I don't know. Oh, how about Sage!" He paused for a moment and whinnied joyfully. "Alright Sage let's go clean you up." I led Sage into the barn and into the crossties seeing my old saddle, bridal, martingale, and brushes already in there proper places. "This might take awhile." I said with a small groan grabbing a curry comb and scissors.

I spent the next couple of hours working out tangles and cleaning off mud, but when I trimmed the front I gazed in wonder at this special rare feature.
"You have blue eyes." Yea, this horse had dark blue eyes, pretty ones at that. I smiled as I put the scissors and brushes down and looked at my work. Sage's coat shown like liquid granite. And his mane which I had kept to his knees shone with a healthy shine. He was no longer an old dirty looking horse. He was a show horse. As badly as I wanted to ride him I looked at my wristwatch and it was ten pm. My mother was probably already drunk and if she found me out here she would probably go insane. I quickly ran and grabbed a water pail and some hay throwing it into one of the many stalls. I then led Sage to the stall opening it to let him in. As I slid the door closed and locked it I said. "You're still a stupid ass, but you're not that bad. Goodnight Sage." I walked out hearing a whinny and smiled. The lights were not on so I had to walk blindly on the small road that led back to our house. As I walked up the stairs and threw myself on the bed I thought of my new horse. I drifted off with the scent of the barn streaming though my nostrils.
"It might not be that bad here, but I will still hold to my vow of not making close friends." That was the last thing I remembered saying that night.

Well...Did you like it? Was that a good chapter? No. Perhaps not...oh well. Next chapter, Kestrel heads off to school and oh dear god. You wonder what will happen. REVIEW to find out. I think that was a better chapter.