Oni means demon
The young man and young woman led me off to some other room.
I looked about. It was a large room with tile floors and marble walls and four large pillars that held up the white ceiling. I looked at the two older people, who were fussing over the water in the bath. I found them to be very funny. The young man, with his heavy robe, moving swiftly to cool the boiling water, while the young lady drew some towels and other soaps from another room. I stood there in my rags and admired how much they were trying to care for me.
"Now…" said the young man. "Let's get you into the bath." He let the lady help me with my clothes, although it wouldn't really matter, seeing as one could hardly tell I was a even a girl at all. As the ragged clothes I called clothes fell to the ground, both young humans gasped at the extensive amount of bruises and scratches on my body. I hadn't thought of it before, but now they were within my range of view, and they were quite irritating. The young man clenched his jaw as he stared at my pale white skin covered in purple dots and red splotches. I looked down at myself in disgust. Before I knew it, I was picked up and placed softly into semi-hot water. But it was much more comforting to any other pain I had experienced, so it was fine.
But when the young woman reached out to wash me, I squirmed from her touch. I did not feel comfortable around these strange people, with their magic and their weapons. They were all very strange.
"I won't hurt you." the young lady said. I began to smile, then. I was happy, and I slid down into the the warm water.
Black began to stream from the little girls partly submerged head. Yamuraiha gasped and jumped back from the bath, causing J'far to rush forward in worry.
"What is this?!" he yelled becoming that much more angry. He clamped his hands down on her arms and pulled her from the black water. Icky black glop clung to her boy and to his arms. He tucked her neatly into a towel and held her in his arms, retreating from the blackened bath.
"oh..." the little girl said, wrapping her arms around Ja'far's thin waist. "it came off..."
"W-what is that crap?" Ja'far looked at the ooze on his clothes.
"ink..." the little girl said. Ja'far began to dry the girl off. "You wanna explain to me why there is ink?" he grumbled.
"...didn't like the color...of my hair...dyed it black everyday...so no see purple again."
Ja'far looked down at the small little girl. Indeed, peeking out from under the black ink were shiny purple locks.
"I will go get some more towels." Yamuraiha hurried off into the other room.
"Who didn't like you hair?" Ja'far asked, turning back to her.
"...mother..."
Ja'far's veins pulsed. How dare a mother be so cruel! He understood that Sinbad was childish and irresponsible and that the woman wouldn't have wanted to ever see his purple hair again. But to go as far as dying it to the point of no return was going a bit overboard.
He finally dried the girl off and wrapped a nice fine cloth around her as makeshift clothes until he found a good outfit for her.
Meanwhile, Ja'far had instructed the girl to lean over the bath as he continuously poured water over her hair and combed most of the ink out.
A few minutes after, most of the ink was washed out, but the tips of her hair were still stained quite badly. He left it alone though, and dried her off again. Yamuraiha came back with a pretty lavender dress that had gold lining and a large bow at the back. The little girl excepted the dress gratefully, and slowly turned in the mirror once it was on.
"...pretty..." she pointed at the reflection in the mirror. Ja'far smiled, every feeling of hate slipping from his body.
The girl turned to him and Yamuraiha and bowed low. "...thank you..."
"You don't have to do that!" Yamuraiha shook her head frantically. "You're part of the family, now." she said gesturing to Ja'far and herself. "We'll always take care of you." she smiled and the girl gave a small nod.
"So, will you tell us your name now?" Ja'far asked sweetly kneeling down beside her.
She nodded slowly and opened her mouth slowly to say something when there was a knock on the door.
A large man came from behind the door and it certainly was not her father. She clamped chunks of the young man's robe in her small hands and hid behind him. The young man patted her head and began to talk to the large looking man.
"...oni..." she said softly. The young man turned to her with a smile and picked her off the ground.
"Look here, this is Masrur." the young man said gesturing to the large man.
"...o-oni..." she said again. This time the young man leaned forward to see what she was saying.
"What was that sweetheart?" he asked.
"...ONI!..."
The room went silent for a while. The young man holding her looked as shocked as the red-haired man began to blush. He lowered his head and began to shake a bit. The young man holding her rambled on about something but she wasn't quite listening.
"..no no no...Masrur! You're not an oni – he not an oni...he's good...!" the young man flailed his arms about.
The red-haired man shook a bit, but said nothing. "Masrur...is a good boy...right Masrur?" the young man ruffled the red-haired man hair.
She looked up at the blushing red man and how the young man was treating him like a baby. She saw how he wasn't hurting anyone. She saw how embarrassed he was.
"...oni..." she whispered.
The word made the red man wince a bit.
Seeing this, she quickly changed course.
"..onii...chan..." she slowly said, reaching out to touch the red man. He small fingers caught a small lock of his red locks and she began to ruffle his hair softly.
"..onii-chan...is a good boy...right?" she said. The man instantly became engulfed in red. He nodded slowly, his cheeks darkening with embarrassment. He tried to hide it, but his hair wasn't long enough to cover his face, and he looked like a large tomato.
She giggled at this and yanked on his hair a bit, making his stumble towards her. The young man laughed and gave her to the red man, who was reluctant to take her.
She curled up in his arms, him continuing to burn bright red. She reached out a hand and entangled it in his red locks.
"...onii-cahn is a good boy..."
Ja'far was bewildered. Never in his life had he seen Masrur blush so much. Or even show any emotion at all. Now that he saw his friend, completely flustered, burning red, and totally off his game. And it was all because of this small girl.
"What's you're name?" Ja'far blurted out by accident.
"...name?" she shook her head. "...no...no good..." she shook her head again and snuggled back into Masrur. His red eyes shifted, another wave of embarrassment rising to his cheeks.
"No...good?" Ja'far asked.
"...no..." she whispered curling into Masrur, sending shivers up his spine. He wasn't used to such close contact.
"You can tell me..." Ja'far smiled snuggling against her.
Ja'far pressed up against him, cradling the small girl. Masrur's cheeks burned and his embarrassment rose even more. He slowly placed the small girl down on the floor and caressed her face in his large hand. At first, she didn't move, but soon she held his hand to her face, feeling the warmth.
"Do you want to see your father?" Masrur cupped her small face. Instead of kissing her on the forehead, his forehead made contact with hers. It wasn't painful, just surprising.
The small girl nodded excitedly and giggled sweetly.