Vampiress Osadyro - Yes, the names mean something. Read the first chapter again for Mitsukai's, and thethis chapter for the kid's. But, I'm gunna let you off the hook. Mitsukai-Angel; Nanashi-Nameless; Shuuto-Follower. And you're only readingthree(of mine)so get off me.

Ebbster - Here's the rest of the exciting part. And I think teddy needs some air...

Baka Hanyou Rahvin - Yea, Kurama knows. But remember, he had just woken up. As for Nanashi and Hiei...well, that scene is down below.

StormOfTranquility - Very perseptive of you. That's exactly how the two are. Gold star for you!

Chapt. 4

Same, but Different

I lunge at him, ready to punch his face in. Throwing my fist at him, he catches it. I drop to the ground, my fist still firmly in his grasp. Tug, I did, but I could not free myself. I strain to get free, exerting all my strength, but to no avail.

"Lemme go!" I scream, pulling back as hard as I can. He lets go and I fall head over heel, lying sprawled out on the floor. My head throbbed. "You're all a bunch of liars," I groan, pushing myself into a sitting position.

"Maybe he just has a different name here," Shuuto says to me. "But this is Mitsukai. I know he is."

"Then why would he hurt me?"

"He didn't. He stopped you from hitting him. And when you told him to let you go, he did. It's not his fault you were tugging back like you were when you said that." Shuuto slid from Hiei's lap and walked over to me. "You know as well as I do that this is Mitsukai."

Red stirred from his couch. He knelt down beside me.

"I am Kurama. That is Hiei," he says, pointing to the man at the window. "He saved you from the mill and took you to an orphanage. To you, he calls himself Mitsukai. Please do not think ill of him." His green eyes were so pleading. No matter how hard I tried to think up a reason not to trust him, I could not think of one.

"Kurama…your eyes are very green," I say, unable to say anything else.

"Yes, so I've been told." He gives me a kind smile.

"Uncle Kur!" a small child yells, rushing into the room. He was no older than maybe four or five. He had unruly blonde hair and shining blue eyes, they reminded me of Keiko's.

"Hiro," Kurama grins, turning to meet the small boy in a great hug.

"Hiya, Uncle Kur! Hey, who they be?" the boy, Hiro, asks.

Kurama turns to us.

"This is Nanashi and Shuuto," he introduces, pointing to each of us in turn. "They might be staying here."

"Cool!" Hiro looks over Kurama's shoulder and his grin becomes wider. "Uncle Hiei!" he yells, jumping from Kurama and racing to Hiei. When he gets there, he climbs up Hiei's leg and makes himself comfortable in his lap. "How you be?"

"Fine, and you?" Hiei says, holding the child with care.

"I be great! Where be Mommy and Dad?"

"In their room, I do believe," Hiei answers, setting the child on the floor. Hiro nods and races away. "That child…I swear he gets more and more like his father every day," he snorts, shaking his head and looking at Kurama.

"Uncle Kur…Uncle Hiei…" I whisper.

"Oh, I didn't realize that you had come yet," a kind voice coos. I turn my head and see a younger looking woman. Her sea green hair lay neatly on her shoulders. She was wearing an outfit similar to Keiko's. A warming smile played on a child-like face. And her eyes. Like Hiei's, but softer. Her eyes were rubies.

"Hello, Yukina," Kurama smiles, standing up. I look up at Kurama and see his face kind and gentle towards this woman. I look at Hiei and see an indifferent face, but his eyes showed an almost fearful shock. Kurama and Yukina, as he called her, began to talk; Shuuto listened intently. I cared little of what they had to say. I was more interested in Hiei's expression. He showed no care towards her, but it was like he was frightened. Reaching him, I stare up at him. Noticing a bit of room on the sill, I pull myself up onto the seat. Hiei looks down at me.

He says no words to me.

"Why do you quiver in her presence?" I question, far from being a naïve child.

He answers me not, but pulls me into his lap. I stare up at him. Never had I been held with such care and love, whether it fake or real. Never had I been treated with kindness such as was being given to me. I turned my head to the right so that I could look at him better with my left eye. His eyes were not hard, as icy blood should be. Never had I been treated as such, and it scared me.

"Why do you fear kindness?" he asks me.

"I've been given ill treatment for all my life. Never have I been shown kindness. I haven't ever been given a reason for hope. I fight for what I want; for that is the only way I know how to get it. Shuuto is my only friend; I fight for him too."

-Flashback-

From my spot in the shadow of the sun, I noticed a small boy. Sure, he was older than I, but he was still a small boy. He lay on the ground, fearing to get up again. Older boys surrounded him; each with sticks or rocks in their hands.

"Get up, ye snivlin' baby!" a boy with a British accent shouted.

The boy laid still.

"Hit hem!" the same boy yelled, beating his stick down on the smaller boy. The others joined in shortly. Ground Boy, as I dubbed him, cried out in pain. It wasn't fair, hitting someone while they were down. I stood and sauntered over to them.

"'Ey, why don't ya pick on someone who be standin'," I smirked. I myself held a slight British accent, but the Brit. Boy thought I was mocking him.

"Get 'er!" he shouted, pointing his stick at me. But I was no pushover. With them all being boys, they had a weakness I knew all too well. I kicked each of them as hard as I could, watching them moan and quiver as they laid on the ground.

"You ok, kid?" I asked the boy, offering him a hand.

"What's yer name?" he questioned through his snivels, taking my hand.

I pulled him up and stared up at him.

"Ain't got one. Guess that means you could call me Nanashi," I answered. Nanashi meant nameless, so I supposed it fit well enough.

"Well, I'm called Shuuto, the Follower."

"I call ya Shuuto for short," I smirked, turning on my heel and walking away. "I can protect ya, if'n ya be wantin' it," I added, tilting my head back to him.

He ran up beside me.

"I be likin' that very much," he said, looking down at me.

-End Flashback-

"Why do you fear her?" I ask again, motioning to Yukina.

"Can you keep a secret?" Hiei asks me, looking me straight in the eyes.

"'Course I can!"

He leans into my ear.

"She's my sister, but she doesn't know that. Tell her, and you'll wish you were still at that mill," he threatened quietly to me. He pulls back. "Got it?"

I nod slowly.

"Good."

Note - Ok, don't bite my head off, please! I know Hiei would never tell anyone that, but I had to! Hiei really wants Nanashi to feel safe there, and trust him. The more she knows, the better the trust. Please don't kill me. If I'm dead, I can't write!