Konnichi wa to all of you out there! It's 2005! Already! Yeah…… hurray and all…….. A plot! Yay! Ok. Anyway I have put a lot of thought into this story and even if I can't write what so ever I have actually found out what's going to happen in my story.

Ok anyway….Disclaimer: No, I do not own Dragon Knights

Um… Warnings: Alfeegi getting bullied, a drunken fool, and um… more bullying

Nyaa….. So …. Let the story begin??

((Alfeegi's POV)) (I'm probably going to do the whole thing in his pov)

I woke up at what was thought to be around 5:00 or so in the morning to the booming voice of Lady Mioki as her figure appeared in the attic doorway with her usual greeting of calling me 'a lazy bum of a child who couldn't do a thing to help out anyone else and the only reason I was here was because I wasn't good enough to live on the streets' and leaving an entire gamut of cleaning supplies for my early morning chores. I stretched into the new position as I sat up from the cold wooden floor I had adopted as my official bed, removing the thin hole covered blue rag that had covered me the night before. Reaching my two dirt covered arms toward the raw wooded ceiling, allowing them to crack noisily, I stood and stumbled clumsily over towards a large bowl resting in a far corner of the attic. The bowl was definitely not in the most meant condition, merely being filled with dirt colored water that occasionally leaked out of the many cracks implanted into it.

'Only three days and I'm already completely disgusted by this place' I thought, dunking my already cold hands into the freezing water desperately trying to wash the filth off of my arms. After a few minutes of scrubbing each arm, they began to turn a light shade of red and sting in a dreadful burn causing me to withdraw my actions and wash my dirt covered face. Cupping my hands into a miniature bowl, I scooped up the water and hesitantly splashed it against my face, my whole body shivering slightly as the icy water slowly fell from my chin.

I stood up off of my knees, once again stumbling across the pitch black room toward the supplies that was left next to the door, having only my instincts leading me to my destination. After a while of searching I reached the supplies, placing a few of them into my arms as I walked out into the even darker hallway making my way towards my first chore.

'Okay, let's see. First I have to get rid of last nights dinner, then I wash all of the dishes for breakfast, sweep the west side of the orphanage, was the kitchen floor, clean out the boys bathroom, wash all of the boys clothes, make all of their beds, clean their rooms, and then I might have enough time to make it to the last hour of lunch.'

The morning worked exactly how it had the previous days, my bones cracking with every movement as I worked through my chores, everything moving smoothly until the boys bathroom came into play. The medium-sized room was nothing like at home as it was only a dust covered room consisting ofat least 20 or more wooden barrels that were to be emptied daily by yours truly; a job that made me sick to my stomach. After said job was over, my stomach turned with a nauseous feeling as I entered the boy's bedroom around 10:00, feeling sick at the fact that I was cleaning up after other orphan's like myself as if I were their lap dog.

Coming close to around lunch, I had finished all of the chores and was now entering the large kitchen to find most of the orphan's still sitting to breakfast, lost in conversation without a care in the world. I walked over towards the white counter, stepping clumsily over my overly sized shoes, as I approached an extremely buff woman serving out seconds. Grabbing a tray off of the pile, I waited in line for the woman to slam a large amount of mush that hardly even seemed edible onto it, glaring at me with disgust. I began to walk towards a vacant table across the room only to be shoved onto my back by a large elbow hitting against my chest causing my tray to spill against the floor nest to my body.

"Oops, sorry. I didn't see you there."

I growled deep into my throat as my copper eyes glared at the boy known as Kai looking down on me with a fanged grin as his gang of thugs laughed at me from behind him. Kai was a medium sized man, and how a smaller man could become the leader of a gang I decided not to ask. If you had one good look at him you would consider him good for his reputation, but a second glance indicated that he was only a 14 year old boy. He had soft looking amber eyes that were covered over by long dirt colored bangs accompanied by a crimson red bandana that covered the back of his head setting off more of a thief like look instead of orphan. He wore a faded orange shirt that flowed over his baggy seaweed colored pants along with two, elf like boots. With all of how he dressed and acted, the thug reminded me a lot of my sister, which was a rather bad thing since I was never afraid of my sister and this guy was no different.

"What's wrong? Is the little wimp gonna fight back?" he said in a low, teasing tone as he used one of his muscular arms to lift me off of the ground by my shirt collar to look me in the eyes as I continued to growl threateningly in the back of my throat. "You better watch what you do, ponytail, or I'm gonna have to make your life a living hell," he growled out, throwing me hard against the floor before walking away with his gang as the entire room laughed at my humiliation.

Noticing the sudden rumble in my stomach, I turned with pleading eyes toward the large woman to only be met with a disgusted glare.

"No seconds," she yelled over the laughter as a tall black haired girl approached her for the third time afternoon. I sighed with disappointment as I stood to my feet, dusting off my clothes the best I could. This place was not very different than back at home, except for the fact that I was treated like a servant.

I sighed once again as I made my way through the halls of the orphanage, passing be different doors to hear the sounds of children playing and having fun. I was expected to be doing my afternoon chores, which consisted of cleaning out the girls bathroom which was just as bad as the boys, but at this point I was too exhausted to do anything but sleep. So, with that thought, I walked lazily towards the attic where I slept on the cold floor since I had no bed like the others. The only thing I could look forward to anymore was a good, long nap.

A few hours had passed as the sun began to set behind the mountains I saw through my window, as I awoke to a furious voice and the sudden pain of my arm being pulled from under my body as my face came into contact with the floor. I lifted my face slightly off of the ground to see the red face of Lady Mioki as her grip on my arm tightened in anger.

"What the bloody 'ell do ya think ya doin'?!" came the slurred, angry voice along with the stench of alcohol that burned my eyes as I began to gag helplessly. "Yer suppose ta be doin' yer chores, boy!"

"I got tired so I decided to take a break," a murmured honestly, desperately trying to free my suffocated arm from the drunken woman's hold. "The other kids can do my chores today."

"I'm da one who says what goes on aroun' here ya understand me, damn it!" she yelled as I felt my body lift off of the ground as she threw me across the room, my shoulder smashing into the ground breaking my fall. "Now, ya bett'r get back ta work or ya gonna regret it ya little wretch!"

"No, you drunken old hag! If you expect me to do everything you say then you're in for a hell of a surprise!" I screamed at her, for once using my sister's tongue instead of my own. At first the look of her surprised face made me believe I had finally done something right only to have second thoughts as I felt her hand strike against my face, knocking me back to the ground.

"YOU LITTLE WRETCH OF A CHILD!! YA THING YOU CAN SPEAK TO YA ELDERS IN SUCH A WAY!!? I'LL TEACH YOU TO WATCH YA MOUTH, FOOL!!" she spat out heatedly as her fist pounded against my flesh in painful blows, bruising my arms and chest as she cursed at me with every blow. I screamed out in pain, begging her to stop, yet she continued to beat my body against the cold floor.

After some time, she let out a deep growl before throwing my body against a pile of boxes causing them to fall from their place onto my aching flesh. I heard the door slam shut as she stomped off still furious with me, yet I didn't move an inch from where I was. My body screamed out in pain, but not like it used to. When I was bullied back at home, they would do it for fun and wouldn't go so far as to severely bruise my skin too bad and even if they did my sister would always show up and kick the crud out of them saying that only she could beat me up that bad. What a heartless thug of a sister I had that made even a demon cringe with jealousy out of how cruel she could be, but she still protected me when things got bad . . . and now it finally hit me that I really did miss her because now I didn't have anyone to pick me up when I was down anymore, even if it wasn't literally. I whimpered softly as I lay underneath the pile of junk above me, holding my body close as tears dripped swiftly off of my cheek. Why did it have to happen this way? Why did they have to hurt me? Why didn't…..I get the love and affection other's got?

I guess it's not always good to be different.

Um…ok … if I completely confused you right there….. -- ….. since Feeg is pretty much the only aqua haired guy I've seen so far (and this is a normal town…not like Draqueen) he does all the work while the other's are treated as if their on vacation…

And please ….do not flame me too much because I already know my story bites…. -- nyaa……I'll try to make everything more understandable but you won't see any of the other's until Feeg grows up… ;