Right, the YYH guys appear in this one. I promise.
Icefire2 - Um, the hair description was more a metaphor. It wasn't really red, but in the wind it looked like flames. And besides, Kurama's eyes aren't red.
Ebbster - They were escaping from a "slave" mill. And...Mitsukai...took them to an orphanage. Hope that helps!
Chapt. 2
The Man and Woman
Two days passed by with no sign of Mitsukai. Every night I would pray that he would send someone for us, and every morning I would find a note that said we must wait. I grew doubtful of our angel, but not Shuuto. Every day he would sit by the front window next to the door and watch the walkway. He would watch people walk in, but not notice the small child looking longingly out the window. I envied his trust. Since I was very young, maybe five, I had been taught that trusting would get you killed. I trusted Shuuto and Mitsukai, and I was beginning to doubt him.
"He's not coming," I huff, leaning against the wall beside Shuuto.
"How can you say that? I hear you every night, you know. You want to see him just as much as I do, Nanashi," he retorts, looking at me with the fiercest look he can hold.
"Y' know, for an eleven year old, you sure act like a child."
"And for a nine year old you sure act tough."
"Ya gotta be tough in this unforgivin' world," I growl, pushing myself from the wall. I start to walk off when I feel a hand on my shoulder. When I turn, a fist gets me in the face and sends me back a few meters. I turn onto my back and stare in disbelief at the person who attacked me.
"Stop acting like a spoiled brat!" Shuuto yells, glaring coldly at me.
"Spoiled? I've never been spoiled in my life," I snap.
"You told me not to lose hope, that we would see him again, that he would save us! Now you're telling me to give up! Make up your mind already!"
I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing. I avert my gaze to the floor, not wanting to see his icy silver eyes on me. But I didn't have to see them; I could feel them. They pierce me, like Mitsukai's eyes did. I didn't like the feeling, the feeling of your best and only friend glaring at you.
"Huh? He said these two were friends. It looks as though they're fighting each other," a male says. I look up again and see a black haired man. It reached about his mid-back, tied neatly in a ponytail at about his neck. He was kinda scrawny for a man in about his late twenties. Brown orbs scanned me and then moved back to Shuuto. I eyed his black jacket; I had never seen one so nice.
"A squabble amongst friends isn't always a bad thing, Yusuke. You and Kazuma used to fight all the time," a woman laughs. She, too, was in about her late twenties. She had loose, flowing brown hair that touched her mid-upper back. Bright blue eyes looked at me with kindness. She was wearing a beautiful outfit, much like the kimonos that women wore in the warring times. It was a soft blue with purple and red flowers going up her right side.
"I suppose you're right, Keiko. As usual," the man, Yusuke, laughs.
"Oh, hello there!" the orphanage lady announces as she steps into the room. "I see you've already met Nanashi and Shuuto."
"Yes, we have," Yusuke smiles.
"Would you like to see the other children?" she asks kindly. (I never bothered to get her name.)
"No, thank you. We've been sent here to collect these two."
My heart skips a beat. Mitsukai sent them for us! He was really looking out for us. Shuuto was right; I shouldn't doubt our savior. This man and woman were going to take us to Mitsukai!
"You finally came," I grin, stumbling to my feet. "Mitsukai told us he was sending someone to get us, and here you are."
"Mitsukai? Oh yea! He sent us here," Yusuke corrects himself nervously, rubbing the back of his head.
"Still a scatter brain," Keiko sighs, rubbing her left temple.
"You must be married," Shuuto says finally, tugging on Yusuke's jacket. "I can tell by the way you guys talk about each other." His face was soft again, smiling again.
"You're pretty smart. How old are you?" the man asks, kneeling down to Shuuto's level.
"Nearly twelve; I'll be there in November." It was August.
"Oh really. And what about you?" he asks, turning to me.
I don't answer. He smiles again. That smile, I had never seen one directed at me. Sure, the orphanage lady smiled, but she got paid to. But this man, he smiled at me. He smiled at me. I race at him and throw my arms around his neck.
"My name is Nanashi and I am nine years old. On December 25, I will be ten. My parents sold me to a mill when I could walk. Every day they would beat me until I screamed in pain or bled. My arm was broken twice and I am partly blind in my right eye. Whatever else you want to know, just tell me," I cry into his shoulder. "Just take me from here."
The shock that this man had gotten was gone. His arms wrap around me; I felt as though God himself was holding me in his arms. All the loneliness and pain was gone from me. That was the first time in four years that I cried.
These chapters will be pretty short. Sorry. I'll probably make later oneslonger.