A/N: If you haven't noticed, this is going up really fast...I am incredibly bored and I don't want to start my homework...

April Showers Bring May's Grave Flowers II

Staccato sat down on her bed sadly, reaching under her beaten up mattress to grab the old bandages. They were tattered...and stained with an ugly dried red from her blood. She smiled sadly, remembering one time when she had to wear it on her right eye. Her hair had become stained with her blood as well, but it washed off easily every time it rained.

"I wish Miss Pecher were nice...She's always so mean to me," She wrapped the bandages aroundthe large bruise on her left shoulder, which now bled from the sharp sticks. "I wish someone would care...Maybe I could get new bandages,"

A stinging pain suddenly thundered through her arm and she winced with misery. "Ow..." Tears welled up in her eyes, glossing up her vision. Her wet eyes glanced up at the open window, wishing she were small enough to climb through the pathetic opening. Sadly, she lowered her view back to the ground, waiting for exhaustion to take over and put her to sleep.

A sound, smooth hum echoed in her ears and she lifted her head curiously while propping up her elbows, looking up and out the window. Her arms shivered in the awkward position, the silver of her eyes alight with curiosity. "Huh...?"

A paper bag rustled loudly as someone dug through one, most likely trying to find the food or item hiding inside. But... "Who would be out eating dinner right now...?" Staccato stood up slowly, once again clinging to the windowsill. "Unh..." She struggled to pull herself up, but her energy had been wasted in trying to keep the pain away from her mind, out of her delicate senses.

But the humming was still there...it seemed the person had paused to eat at the bench nearby the window. She had to see...she had to see who would make such a noise in the late night when others, except her orphanage peers, were sleeping.

Finally after what seemed like half an hour, she lifted herself up to the window, looking around curiously. "..."

The night looked the same as before, when she was standing outside, dark, starry, and wet from rain. The moon was high up in the air, lighting the city as though she lived in a small city filled with bright lights.

Staccato looked around, trying to find the source of humming, the sound of the rustling paper bag. Who could it be...?

Are you afraid of what freak could be walking around at this time? Someone seemed to ask.

"Huh...?" She looked around curiously. Her ears didn't even twitch when the voice spoke.

A person laughed down below her, and she finally saw who was humming. His chuckle was ice cold, but he seemed to be friendly. "It's no wonder you're strange, child. You're not even afraid of someone speaking to you in your mind!"

She blinked, looking down at the stranger. "...Um...Excuse me, but who are you?"

"My name's Legato. Legato Bluesummers." The paper bag in the person's hand rustled loudly and she could hear the sound of chewing. His voice drawled when he spoke, yet it had a charming sound to it.

"Le...gato?" She repeated slowly.

The man seemed to smile lopsidedly and he turned his head a little towards the window. "You sound so sweet when you say my name."

Staccato's face turned a slight red, and she looked down at the man through the window. "...Uh," Her tongue seemed to have trouble forming words. "I'm...I'm Staccato Graywinters,"

"Staccato..." He stood up slowly, then turned to the window, stepping up to the very same spot that Staccato met the golden-eyed man. "Such a beautiful little name,"

Her eyes widened with surprise, recognizing his features. "Y-you're!"

Legato nodded, his amber eyes glowing a dark goldenrod. "I'm the stranger from the afternoon."

She stared at him with wide silver eyes for a moment before regaining her composure. "Are—Why are you still here, sir?"

"Well, I'm waiting for a friend of mine." He glanced down at her, keeping his eyes on the street. "Do you call every stranger you meet 'sir?'"

"Um...no, but you are the only person that's ever been nice to me...s-sir,"

His eyes shined brilliantly, even in the rain. Legato apparently found who he was looking for. Would you like everyone here to go away?

"Huh...?" Staccato blinked, looking up at the man as he nodded silently, staring at her from the corner of his eyes.

Do you want to come with me?

"Go?" Her voice was suddenly cut short by a strange force and she almost panicked from the feeling. Speak to yourself, Staccato.

...L-like this? She looked up at Legato and he nodded, yet again. Yeah...I want to go with you...but the only time any of us can be adopted is just this morning.

Shh...Don't worry, I will solve all of your worries soon. Legato sat down on the bench again, joined by someone else, who shuffled his or her hand through his bag. The other orphans will be coming to sleep soon. I will come and get you when the time is right.

B-but...

Relax, and be patient.

The moment she released the window and lied down on the bed, Staccato saw the other orphans walk into the room with exhausted yawns and sighs, worn out by the Stampede's immense energy in the game.

Each one bid the other good night. Staccato was kept out of the blessings, and she simply sighed heavily. Kelan, who slept nearby, heard her sigh and kicked her viciously in the thigh, and she held back a loud whine as he snickered.

Two hours past, and Staccato could already feel a huge bruise on her leg from the older orphan's kick. Her muscle twitched a few times, her hand moving to cover it as if it would wake up the others. It stopped as she held it down.

It felt as though someone had held her in their arms, for her body felt warmer than other nights, even though the rain still beat down against the walls of the orphanage. But everyone else around her felt...cold...

Almost as if...

They had become ice cold, dead statues...

She couldn't hear anyone breathing.

Not even the quiet sound of shuffling sheets and pillows echoed in her refined ears. Just the whisper of utter, dead silence.

Staccato's eyes snapped open and dilated with fear as she sat up straight in her bed. "Wh-what?"

No one around her was alive! Every person in the...in the entire city no longer had life beating within their veins!

...What had just happened? Was she to blame? Did she suddenly gain the power to kill people!

"Staccato," A man muttered from the doorway. "Are you ready to go?"

She lifted her head towards him, seeing Legato, the only person who seemed to care for her existence. "G-go? Go w-where?" Despite her abhorrence for the people she knew, her metallic eyes were flooding with tears.

"To your new home...come with me." He smiled innocently, as if he didn't notice the dead carcasses around them.

"Ah...b-but," Staccato looked around nervously, staring at the dead with complete shock—Kelan was dead as well, his face looked so horribly pained, but he never made a sound before his...his passing.

"Don't worry about them now...They're gone. Every last one that could possibly hate and despise you." He walked up to her bed, kneeling down next to her, still holding his innocent, golden-eyed smile. "It's just you andme, my friend. You're safe now."

"I-I'm safe?" The words seemed to click oddly in her mind; freely, unlike anything else she had ever been told before. "I'm not going to get beaten anymore?"

Legato shook his head with a happy smile. "Not unless you earn it yourself."

Her eyes suddenly gained a bright shine of joy and she returned his smile, although her voice still seemed nervous. "I...I'm not in...any danger..."

She suddenly blinked, her eyes regaining fear and shock. "B-but...they..."

He stared at her with slight confusion in his eyes as she jumped off of her bed and ran outside into the rain.

Staccato could feel her heart beating heavily against her chest, threatening to jump out of her mouth. She ran as far away as she could from the grave buildings, the new graveyard for over ten thousand people...

Legato stood up straight and walked to the exit of the orphanage, looking to Staccato's direction. Another man stepped up to Bluesummers, his blue eyes sharp with satisfaction. "So this is your first member for the Gung-Ho Guns?"

"No, Master Knives..." Legato smiled lightly. "She is our beacon."

Knives frowned lightly, then smirked, watching the girl with absolutely no sense of her direction. "She will also be quite the entertainment, I'm sure. If human feelings wish to desire a young child's heart, then so be it. We'll take her along with us for your sake." The Plant could never completely understand the humanistic tenderness Legato could have.

"I thank you, Master. Your generosity is greatly appreciated." Legato whispered, bowing his head to his superior. He watched Staccato for a moment before walking leisurely after her. "I suppose we could always say that these April Showers bring May's grave flowers."

Knives laughed at the comment, and strode in the other direction, towards their transportation.

She panted furiously, her lungs burning in pain from her heavy puffing. Stopping at a large sand hill, she fell forward to the dirt with a heavy sigh, her chin getting covered in the gritty sand, making her wince. "Th-they're all...dead...everyone one of them...What will happen if they find out I was the last one alive?"

"Are you afraid that they will blame you?" Legato asked, standing behind her.

She twirled around towards him, tears welling up in her eyes. "Legato…"

He smiled, looking at her with the gentleness he had before. "It's alright. We will be long gone from this place before anyone suspects you."

"S-so…I w-won't be in…in trouble?" Staccato wiped her eyes lightly with the back of her hand and looked up at the golden-eyed man as he nodded. "O-okay…I'll go with you then," She stated quietly.

Smiling, Legato turned back towards the city, holding his hand out to the little girl. "Don't worry, I'll protect you from anything."

"Thank you, sir," She mumbled, her body soaked with water from the rain. She grabbed his large hand in her small one, wrapping her own around two of his large fingers.

He smiled warmly, walking slowly but with long strides, watching with curiosity as Staccato had to jog occasionally to keep up.

"T-thank you…very much," The girl hoped he could hear her that time.

"Say my name again, Staccato," Legato spoke softly.

She smiled a little with a small blush.

"Legato…"

:Gah! It's even SHORTER! Sorry! Ahahaha...: