He realized the address was miles away from him, so he took a taxi and showed the
driver the address. About a half an hour through the trip, he took his wallet out and c
counted the correct amount of money and handed it to the middle-aged taxi driver.
He stepped off the dirty taxi and ran to the petite teenager lying on the steps, sleeping.
She slowly opened her tired eyes and looked at his worried, dirty face. "Who are you?
you look familiar, but…" she weakly closed her eyes, for she had been awake for hours.
She shook her head to wake herself up. "I remember, you're Yaten-san, I want to talk to
you, I want to tell you something." "Hush….hush, hotaru-san, we may talk when you
awaken, shouldn't you be inside?" she softly nodded and he held out a hand. She
hesitated, then took his hand and he helped her up. He supported her tired weight when
he took her arm and put it around his shoulder. "Ar-arrigato, yaten-sama" "yaten"
"what?" hotaru questioned, looking at his cross face. "call me yaten" she smiled and
nodded and he let her in her house, stepped back outside, and shut the door. She walked
upstairs and layed on her bed and thought 'its good to know someone cares' she fell
asleep, a dreamless night passed her by.