I do not own McDonald's, and I don't want to. Have you ever seen Super Size Me people?

Where was I? Oh yes, I believe Rogue came next, good old Rogue, I don't know what I'd have done without her. She's helped me through so much... Sometimes you just need a girl to talk to, and she was it...

Risty and Kurama sat at their abandoned playground, The Abandoned Playground from the Dark Abyss, as Risty had started calling it. It had been a year since her father had tried to kill her, and Kurama had noticed a change in her, she was more morbid, wore only black, and never smiled. No matter what he did, she wouldn't smile.

Risty sat on the only unbroken swing and slowly moved back and forth, and Kurama sat at the top of the slide. One more year and they'd be gone, Risty could finally have her revenge, she could finally be happy again. He really thought that living on the 'inside' was starting to get to her, having mixed blood didn't make life among demons easy, but he would never say so to her, she'd yell and tell him to mind his own business.

The two sat in silence for a while, until a girl their age ran into the clearing clutching a McDonald's bag. A man ran in soon after, yelling at the top of his lungs.

"What's going on?" Kurama asked calmly, as Risty put an arm protectively around the shorter girl's shoulders.

"That girl didn't pay for that!" he yelled.

The girl shrank back against Risty and looked around frantically. She began saying something that neither Kurama nor the McDonald's employee understood.

"You speak English don't you?" Risty asked in English.

The girl nodded.

"He says you didn't pay him."

"I did!"

"With what?"

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a handful of American money. Risty nodded.

"She paid you in American money," she told the employee. "How much was it?"

The man faltered and then answered. Risty paid the man and gave the girl her money back.

"That's not going to get you very far here. Your parents will have to get it exchanged."

"My parents aren't here," the girl snapped. "My mother and aunt decided to leave me here when we came on vacation. They sent my dad to get on the plane and they left me!" her lip quivered and she began crying.

The McDonald's worker apologized quietly and left. Risty held the girl until she stopped crying, while Kurama watched, dumbstruck. When the girl stopped crying Risty asked: "Feel better?"

"Yes."

"So what's your name?"

"You can just call me Rogue. My mom and aunt do."

"Where are you from? I'm guessing someplace in the South?"

"Georgia. How'd you know?"

"I have a friend in Texas, and Southerners seemed to have a very distinct accent."

"Yeah, I know." Rogue looked at Kurama and in choppy Japanese said, "Konnichiwa. Watashi wa Rogue to iimas. Onamaewa?" (Good afternoon. My name is Rogue. What's your name?)

Kurama looked from Rogue to Risty questioningly.

"Oh! Hold on. Why did your mom abandon you?"

"I can do weird things," she whispered.

"Like what?"

"Promise not to freak out?"

"Of course."

Rogue took off her backpack and untied a wooden practice sword from it. She held the sword in the guard position and concentrated on it. The sword began to blaze with green flames (it sort of resembled Kuwabara's Spirit Sword). Holding the sword in both hands, Rogue ran forward and cut the nearest tree in half with one stroke.

"You aren't surprised," she announced.

"No."

"I can also tell how people are feeling. That's how I knew my mom was going to leave me."

"You poor thing!" Risty cried. She quickly explained the situation to Kurama and they agreed Rogue should stay with Risty until she learned more of the language.

And then there were three. Shiori-kaasan got sick before the redheaded boy's tenth birthday. I was more upset that Shiori-kaasan was sick than that we weren't going to the Makai. Rogue took it pretty hard though; she hated humans, for a while. But that also is for later. Right now we must concern ourselves with the next member of our group, Kitten-chan, the young cat-demon who could make everyone laugh. She was the only one who could make me smile during my three years of depression, and I think she was one of the ones who helped pull me out... I'm getting ahead of myself. I seem to be doing that a lot lately... Oh well... To Kitten-chan...