Chapter 3
Satoshi's eyes widened, there was a girl standing in his living room in nothing but a towel bleeding beautifully over her pale skin. "Hold on" he muttered, disappearing into his room, Satoshi leaned against his dresser trying to calm his racing heart. Sereva was beautiful even if she had not fully developed into a woman, with old scars and terrible wounds covering her body; there was a sense of mystery and wonder about her, the long white curls, and the soft dark red eyes. Perhaps it was because she was the only Albino he had ever seen but perhaps even beyond that Satoshi could stare into her pale, innocent face and see the tender but distressed soul within, a soul that needed all the nurturing and perhaps a love only he could give to her.
After a minute or two of searching he returned to the living room, "Here, you can wear these" Satoshi said handing Sereva a pair of boxers, plaid pajama pants, and a white t-shirt. "Thanks" Sereva answered going to change. When she returned Satoshi could see they did not quite fit, Satoshi was lean but Sereva was a petite teenager with an 11-year-old girl's figure, Sereva sat beside Satoshi and let him re-bandage her. Then she began to comb her hair, Sereva's hair was so curly it would not stay straight for even a second; reaching a difficult spot, she struggled to undo the knot.
After watching her struggle Satoshi took the comb from her, "Let me" he said. Sereva submitted to a thorough hair combing, Satoshi was having the time of his life, pulling the curls straight just to watch them spring up again. Sereva giggled and shook her head like a dog, drenching Satoshi through all of his clothes, he just stared at Sereva in disbelief. The emotionally hardened (for all you folks with dirty minds) police chief let loose an exasperated sound and tackled Sereva to the ground. Sereva squealed and tried to dive out of the way but failed and Satoshi pinned her to the floor with his body weight. Instead of struggling, what Satoshi expected Sereva to do; she lay still and stared up at him with a small smile. It was in that moment that two lives were changed, fate, a new destiny formed, and all past pain disappeared. Satoshi knew Sereva could tell what he was thinking when she inclined her head. Satoshi smiled back and leaned down to gently brush his lips across Sereva's own.
Satoshi took everything slowly so these new activities would not overwhelm Sereva. Sereva's small arms snaked around Satoshi's neck; in return, he slipped his slightly muscled arms under Sereva's to rest his hands on her shoulders. When the pair came up for air Sereva lay her head back on the floor letting Satoshi hold her, since her mother died Sereva had no one to hold her and Sereva missed the feeling of comfort and security.
Satoshi slowly stroked Sereva's hair, as she relaxed. "I have to get up early tomorrow, I think I will turn in" Sereva said, her eyelids drooping. Satoshi nodded and got off Sereva and helped her to her feet and showing her the spare room. Sereva settled down in the thickly bedded mattress, it felt soft and comfortable, the only problem she was alone. After lying awake for an hour, Sereva transformed and bounded down the hallway toward Satoshi's room.
The door was open a crack and Sereva nudged her way inside; quietly she stood at the edge of the bed and leapt. Once on the bed Satoshi stirred a bit but did not wake, Sereva snuggled up to his bare chest laying her furry head against his heart. Satoshi's arms slipped around the puppy, it had been a while since he had something to hold and sleep with a heart beating in sync with his own.
Beep! Beep! Beep! At 7:00 AM, the next morning the alarm clock woke the two from a deep and peaceful sleep. Satoshi rolled over and shut it off; Sereva whimpered and thrust her head under his arm. He smiled and stroked her head; he had slept better last night than he had in years. Sereva licked Satoshi's cheek and left to change into her daywear.
By the time, Satoshi entered the kitchen Sereva almost had breakfast done. "Um I have to work this morning so I'm gone, here's breakfast and lunch, I'll meet you at school," she said setting Satoshi's breakfast and lunch on the table and walking out the door. Satoshi sat at the table and began to eat his first breakfast in five years; it was a simple fruit plate with a cup of yogurt for dipping with pieces of bacon and sausage. It was with out a doubt the best thing Satoshi had ever tasted.
True to her word, Sereva met up with Satoshi in homeroom, her curls damp and smelling of dust. Satoshi nodded toward her and assumed his normal silent and statue-like position. A moment later a piece of paper landed by her foot, Sereva glanced at Satoshi who winked at her. Slowly she picked up the note and slid it between the lacing of her boot for future reference. When the Sensei was not looking, Sereva opened the note and began to read, Watch out for Niwa was all it said. Sereva looked at the back of Daisuke's head; the fiery red spikes greeted her. Sereva shot Satoshi a bewildered look that moment the bell rang and the students headed for first period.
Sitting in Algebra Sereva was at home with the academic world, arithmetic was her greatest strong point. Daisuke sat close to her and stared at her paper, watching as the pencil flew across it. Sereva looked at him out of the corner of her eye; she turned to him and let a low growl rumble in her throat before getting back to work. Daisuke stared at her for a minute before returning to his own worksheet.