Shiro had never seen anybody like this girl in his life. Everything about her was almost polar opposite from what he was used to back home. For the most part, Japan was typically a homogenous society and variation in appearance was somewhat rare.

The typical eye color back home were various shades of brown. This girl had the bluest eyes he's ever seen and the contrast against her dark skin made them glow like sapphire gems.

What struck Shiro as the most interesting was her hair. It appeared to have the texture and color of a cloud on a sunny day, going against the laws of gravity as she had ringlets that stuck out in all directions, spiraling out in defiance. He remembered seeing older kids change their hair color to, "express their individuality" as his Mama put it. However, he's never seen anyone has age do it.

Shiro often begged his Mama to let him change his hair, but that always made room for a lengthy lecture about, "being yourself". He felt himself grow jealous at the thought that maybe she was allowed to change her hair. His grandparent's told him that their hair turned white after a certain age. He can perfectly remember the embarrassed look on his Dad's face when he pointed out a few white hairs on his chin. However, this girl's hair was white already and he knew they were just about the same age. So why was her hair white? She couldn't possibly be born like that...could she? Why did he have to "be himself" when she clearly didn't have to?

Shiro could see the girl's mouth move, but he couldn't process what she was saying because his head was lost in the clouds. "Huh?"

"I said, 'what are you making?'" the girl asked slowly, enunciating each syllable carefully. By the impatient tone of her voice, he could tell that this was probably her third time asking and she was starting to get irritated. "Do you not understand?" she asked incurious tone with her head cocked to the side. Her white hair following her lead and cascading over her shoulders. Shiro could see her face take on a look of concentration before she asked her question again. This time in fluent Japanese.

Wait, what?

"Wait, you know Japanese?" Shiro asked back in English. His tone was equally surprised as it was curious. Once again, he found himself completely fascinated by this girl within the first 10 seconds of meeting her.

"So you do understand me?" she accused. "Why didn't you say anything when I asked you the first eight times?" her eyebrows came together in anger as her shoulders raised in question demanding for an answer.

"You asked eight times?" he asked back. He was surprised that he let his mind wonder for so long.

"No, but it felt like eight," She walked to the other side of him to look down at his pile of sorted pieces. She had clearly lost the very little patience she possessed and decided to take the issue of not minding her business into her own hands.

"Are you making a car?" she asked picking up the barely constructed "cockpit", inspecting it with curious eyes.

"No, I'm making a plane," Shiro corrected taking the clump of blocks from her hands. His tiny hands were careful not to break apart the pieces he had already assembled.

"Why make a plane, when you can make a car?" she questioned casually. "Or a house? Or a giant cube? Cubes are way easier to make than you think. Oh...maybe a barn."

"A barn?"

"A barn." she paused, then upturned her mouth in distaste. "No, no, not a barn. It sounds stupid when you say it three times like that." With each thrown out idea, her hands touched different pieces of his deconstructed plane - a plane that she really didn't want to be a plane despite the fact that there were plenty of other blocks to play with to make her own giant barn cube. She continued pitching ideas that would get her laughed out of Shark Tank as she looked around the cluttered table seeking desperate inspiration for her ideas that were destined to take over. Shiro realized that this is her project now.

His plane never stood a chance.

The girl's hands froze. Her blue eyes suddenly went wide with realization and she let out an excited gasp. All too fast, she was in his face and gave him her full, undivided attention. Her face was now too close and her eyes were too intense, sparkling like the sun on the ocean, pinning him in place. He felt his heart skip a beat at the sudden closeness of her. With her so close, it gave him the chance to get a really good look at her. All of the small details about her that he missed before now became visible. Suddenly, he could see tiny freckles that littered her face, but most concentrated just below her blue eyes. He also took note of her eyelashes...that were the just as white as her hair. She looked almost alien.

Maybe her hair was naturally white. Maybe.

Shiro almost felt threatened by her overwhelming presence. His heartrate failing to return to normal as she stood her ground mere inches from his face. He wanted to break whatever spell she had him under, but then again, he really didn't want to. One part of him wanted to be far away from her as physically possible, but the other part of him wanted to never leave her side. Her energy was like the tide; driving him away at first only to pull him back in, completely submerging him in a blue abyss.

Her eyes danced as her words came out in an excited hush, "We should make a giant robot!" Her hands were shaking at her sides with excitement as she bounced on her toes, eager for his response.

Shiro was a little taken aback by her idea and a small frown came to his face. "But I want to make a plane so I can make it fly."

"Robots fly!" she defended. "Robots fly like all the time!" She was desperate to pitch this idea. All she needed was for Shiro to take a swing.

Shiro looked confused for a second, his mind calculating his next words carefully. "But robots don't have wings."

Swing and a miss.

The girl let out a long, exhausted sigh as threw her head back to look at the ceiling. Her irritation evident at the fact that Shiro couldn't see her vision. Her beautiful, glorious vision. "They have rocket boosters in their feets. They don't need wings." She grabbed him by his cheeks drawing him in closer, whispering, "Don't you see?"

Shiro stared at her with wide eyes. He could already tell that she was very dramatic for someone who was either four or seventy-four. Her hair won't fool him. She was probably an old lady stuck in a tiny body. He knows better.

Mama didn't raise no fool.

He forgot he was slightly being held hostage by this strange girl by his cheek meat. He pulled his face from her hands to regain the leverage he thought he had on the debate at hand. "Then how would they turn if they don't have wings?" he challenged.

"They just hold their arms out like this!" she gave an over-exaggerated demonstration by raising and holding her arms out to the side. She swayed her body slowly to simulate the flight methods of the robot she was dead set on building.

"But how would they fight crime if their arms are like this?" he gave an equally over-exaggerated demonstration.

Now both children had their arms out like aggressive seagulls that planned on ruining a beach picnic.

Shiro swung arms out as if he were trying to fight another imaginary robot. He made sure to keep his arms stiff so they wouldn't bend at the elbow. "See? How is it going to defend itself if its arms are way out to the side? See my face? Its defenseless. It's going to get hit in the face every fight and lose. You ever get hit in the eye? It sucks. You're done. Fun time is over."

"Oh," she lowered her arms and placed them on her face in defeat. "You're right. I forgot about the high crime rates in space."

Shiro's eyes went wide with excitement. "...In space?" he said in an interested whisper.

Striiike two.

A sly grin made its way to the girl's face. She knew she had enticed him with the idea of a giant, multicolored, crime fighting robot. But now it was in space? Now, she was getting somewhere. "Yeah, space. That's where robots go to fight crime because of the space pirates." Shiro looked at her with a conflicted look. She could see the gears mentally shifting in his head, driving him towards a new direction of filled with crime fighting. In space. Her next words were dipped in pure manipulation. "We can put wings on it."

"Yes," his excitement was at a solid 10.

Ladies and gentlemen, we have contact.

The girl's blue eyes lit up, clearly excited of his choice of going with her choice. She ran off deeper into the daycare without a word to Shiro. He didn't have to wait long before she returned with a different stash of building blocks cupped in her arms. He noticed that these blocks varied more in color and in shape. He could tell that she especially had these blocks hidden away from the other kids for her own personal use. He was sure there was more where that came from, considering her arms overflowed with blocks. His brows came together with confusion.

"You had already had blocks. Why did you want mines?"

"Because I wanted to play with you, but you already had blocks." she retaliated nonchalantly, not missing a beat. She then went back to collect more building blocks.

Her response honestly surprised Shiro. He realized that no matter what he would have chosen to play with, she would have found her way to him and completely turn his life upside down in the process. Out of all these kids, what had specifically drawn her to him?

Was his birthmark showing?

Panic rose within him as his hands immediately went to his head to make sure it was still hidden. His fears were temporarily subdued when he found his cap still firmly in place, hiding his imperfections. Now he was sure his hair wasn't playing as a magnet for social interaction, he couldn't understand why she found her way to him.

Maybe it was because he was new? But...he saw two other children Amy was showing around the daycare and both of those kids had already found friends. Why not play with those kids? He didn't think he was anyone special. He wanted to stay hidden in the shadows rather than stand awkwardly in spotlight. This girl not only seemed to bask in the spotlight, but as it turns out, she was the spotlight. Everything about her demanded attention and he knew that if she asked, he would immediately give her all of the attention she desired. Her presence alone was enough to have all eyes on her the second she entered a room. How he had missed her when he first came into the daycare, he had no idea. Now that he thought about it, he was pretty sure that she was the kid Amy was looking around for earlier, remembering the way Amy's eyes carefully scanned the area when they went on their little tour earlier.

While he continued to think about her reasoning with dragging him into the spotlight, Shiro went to reorganizing the blocks again. He put the new blocks into their corresponding piles, organizing them by size, shape, and color. When he got all of the blocks to where he wanted them, he took a step back to admire at his handiwork.

Then the girl returned and dumped the new blocks dead center of his arrangement, completely ruining the layout.

"I think that's enough." she was completely oblivious to Shiro's slight annoyance with having to rearrange the blocks for a third time since her hostile takeover.

She began to gather all of the blue pieces from the now disorderly pile, "We have to build the legs first because that's how robots work." She had absolute zero logic to that statement, but she sounded confident and that was enough for him to completely agree. "Plus, legs are the best. Everybody likes the legs." she continued with her clearly biased opinion. Once she had found enough blue pieces, she then gathered the yellow pieces and pushed them towards Shiro, careful not to let any fall off the table. "Here, you make the other leg." It was more of a statement command rather than a suggestion.

Shiro didn't think he'd have company so soon and he had gained it without even trying. He had planned on being alone for the majority of the day but this girl had barged into his life within minutes of him entering the building. Even though she had singlehandedly ruined his introverted plans, construction plans, and his most likely his plans for the rest of the day, he looked forward to her company. He found himself once again staring at his new companion. He wanted to know more about her, but he didn't know where to start.

"My Papa told me it's rude to stare."

Shiro quickly averted his eyes, embarrassed that he'd been caught. Again. She hadn't even looked up to address him. The girl was too busy forcefully making two blocks fit that were never destined to be together. Her tongue was sticking out in pure concentration before she heard a satisfying click, then she moved on to the next piece. Out of all of the pieces on the table within her grasp, she wanted the piece clear across the table. She used her half assembled "leg" to snag and pull it through the multitude of assorted pieces. Some fell to the ground to make way for the intruding block to reach its destination. It looked just like all of the other pieces of its shape, but it was slightly special.

Just slightly.

She went to pick up the other pieces that fell to the ground as a result of her quest to get the special identical block from across the table. Her silver curls fanning out as she dipped below the table. Shiro was mesmerized by its movements as light bounced off each ringlet, captivating him.

"Are you staring again?" her voice was muffled by the table she was under.

"...No."

"Don't lie."

"S-Sorry." Shiro let his Japanese tongue slip quietly as he turned his body away from her. That reminded him of something, his head quickly turning towards her with newfound confidence. "How do you know Japanese?" He asked her in his native language to make sure the first time she had spoken his language wasn't a fluke. Shiro hoped his question wasn't too assertive, he didn't want to push his new companion away, but this was the only way he could think of to get to know her more.

"Miko taught me," she began casually in english. She finished cleaning up the floor of the mess she made and came back up to meet his gaze. "She's one of my language tutors."

"One?" he raised his brows in interest. "How many languages do you speak?"

"Four," she paused, "and a half. You can't really speak sign language."

Shiro's eyes went wide with fascination at this new information. "What other languages do you know?" he asked quickly.

"Mandarin and french." she passed a few yellow pieces to Shiro's side of the table. "But I don't like speaking french, it makes my tongue hurt." she told him with her face was scrunched up in distaste. She continued to assemble her portion of the leg, forcing more pieces into strained unity. She was so aggressive for being such a tiny thing.

"You look like you have more things to ask." she said as she continued fidgeting with her project. This girl was strange. Sometimes she would give him too much attention, and other times, she would talk to him without sparing him a glance. Just like she's doing now. Shiro had to admit that he felt more at ease when she didn't give him all of her attention at once. He hated when people looked at him for too long because he felt like they were trying to uncover things he wanted to stay hidden. Had she already figured that out about him and tried to divert her attention elsewhere. Maybe she wanted to give him the chance to come out of his shell on his own.

Shiro had prepared a million questions he wanted to ask this girl, but now that he was given permission to ask them, his mind suddenly drew a blank. He stood silently for a few moments. while his hands fiddled with a random block he knew he didn't need. His mind was scrambling to come up with something. Anything.

He turned his body towards her and steeled himself, fist clenched at his sides. "Why is your hair white?" it was the question burning a hole in his mind the second he saw her. He had held back long enough and now he wanted answers.

Maybe her hair was something they had in common.

However, her response was far from what he expected. The girl crossed her arms and her mouth formed a small pout. "You're supposed to ask for my name first," she said in a tone that Shiro couldn't put his finger on. She didn't sound offended in the least and her sapphire eyes sparkled with mischief. Her mixed signals confused him. He grew up in a household where people said what they meant and meant what they said. Her serious words didn't match her playful demeanor.

Not to mention it was hard to take her seriously when she was smothered in so much glitter.

"Well?" she pressed. Her crystal blue eyes not losing their sparkle.

He let out sigh. Maybe he should have asked for her name instead about of her hair, "What's your name?"

The blue eyed girl unfolded her arms and a sly grin came to her face. "I'm not going to tell you," she turned back towards the blocks on the table, breaking eye contact with him. For the first time that day, he wished she had her eyes on him again. "Ask me another question, Takashi." she quickly made a correction. "I mean Shiro."

Shiro's eyes grew wide. Not only did she know his birth name, but she also knew his prefered name.

Had she been watching him the whole time?

He didn't like the thought of her lurking in the fake bushes studying him, it just gave her more time to gather information she could use against him. His hands unconsciously went to the cap on his head and began to fiddle with with edges of it. A sudden anxiety coursed through his veins. The thought of someone watching him so intensely put him on edge. He went through most of his short life shying away from the attention of his peers out of fear what they would say about him. What else had she known about h-

"You think too much." her words cut his frantic thoughts short.

"What?"

"You think too much." she repeated. This time, she only gave him half of her attention, careful not to push him away into his own mind. The other half of her attention went towards pushing her hair out of her face, "If you really want to know my name, you have to guess it."

"What?" Shiro threw his hands up in disbelief almost flinging building blocks away in the process. "How am I supposed to guess your name?" his words came out rushed and loud. His outside voice grabbing the attention of his peers. "There are like, " He paused to think of the sheer magnitude of possibilities. " at least a hundred names out there!"

Well, he wasn't wrong.

The girl's tiny hands came down to slam on the block covered table in front of her. "You can at least try, Shiro!" she scolded him just like you would imagine a four year old to scold another four year old.

"Try?" that came out more high pitched than he planned on. His parents always told him to try his best but, "How can I try if I know nothing about you?"

"You know I speak four languages." she contradicted.

If Shiro knew how to cuss, he would.

He tried to calm himself by using techniques his dad taught him. Patience yields focus. He had no idea what that meant yet, but he knew it came in handy at times like this. This girl had gotten under his skin so easily. Almost effortlessly. The wicked smile on her face lets him know that she had been under his skin from the moment he laid eyes on her. He took a deep breath to calm himself before continuing, "Can I get a hint?"

Once again, a mischievous grin was sent his way.

"My favorite animals are mice."

"That's not a hint."

"Thats a great hint."

"That's not fair."

"Probably not." she blinked owlishly at him, deliberately unfazed by his visible irritation with her.

Shiro was at a complete loss. He wished he could run his fingers through his hair in frustration, but at the moment, that was an impossibility. He threw his head back to watch the ceiling, the artificial clouds hanging above mocking him and his frustrations with the girl. He didn't know how they were mocking him, but he knew they were. They were just hanging there. Slightly swaying back and forth. Being carefree. Mocking him. Laughing at him.

Her voice brought him back.

"You think too much." she repeated the same words as earlier. He looked over to the girl to find her also looking above at the fictitious clouds. She had a small smile on her face and Shiro couldn't help but smile along with her, his irritation slowly ebbing away to make room for a new, strange feeling. He felt warm and...light. Like she could take away all of his anxieties as easily as she could cause them. He couldn't exactly describe it, but he found himself liking these new feeling she brought out in him. However,..

"Can I know your name, now?" he asked quietly.

She let out a light giggle, "No, silly."

Shiro once again threw his head back in frustration. This time, he threw his head back just a tad too hard, causing his cap to lose it's grip and tumble to the ground soundlessly. The girl's giggling immediately came to a halt.

Shiro felt his heart stop, then he felt it start to race. His eyes were wide with panic as he watched his cap, the one thing that helped him feel normal, rest on the ground. He didn't have the courage to look back up at the girl, who probably no longer wanted to be seen with him. She was going to make fun of him like everyone else when they saw the white streak in his hair.

Shiro's hands went white as he balled them tightly in a fist as they started to shake at his sides. He could feel tears begin to gather at the edge of his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He wasn't going to humiliate himself further by crying in front of her or anybody else because that would just give them more ammo to hurt him with. He had been through his fair share of bullies in Japan and he was sure he could handle a lifetime more. If his mama wanted this job so that his family could stay together, then he was willing to sacrifice his comfort for that to happen. It was a big daycare, he could easily isolate himself from the other kids if the bullying became too harsh. He was never going to let anyone hurt him again, he was sure of it.

His lip quivered as he stood his ground while he braced himself for the onslaught of petty words to leave her mouth.

"You dropped your hat." she said casually. "Are you going to pick it up?"

His eyes immediately snapped to her, his vision blurry from unshed tears. Out of all the words he was prepared for, he had not been expecting that. "What?" Shiro wasn't sure any words had left his mouth considering he couldn't get the lump out of his throat.

The girl bent down to retrieve his cap from the ground and offered it to him. "Here. Why do you want to wear it? That sun is fake," she said pointing to the giant paper mache sun in the corner of the room. "It doesn't make it too bright in here." Shiro took his cap from her hands, but made no effort to put it back on. He really wished that this girl could get her verbal abuse over with. Usually when people saw his hair, it was followed by less than kind words.

"Aren't you going to say something?" he asked in a tone, sounding almost angry.

"Say something?" her head cocked to the side in confusion, "...about what? Your cap? It's not as cute as it could be...maybe if you added some glitter..." She took the cap back and proceeded to rub some off some glitter from her dress onto his cap.

He snatched his cap back, "Not my cap!" then angrily pointed to the white patch on his head, "This!"

His words it came out more harsh than he had meant them to. His outburst made the girl flinch slightly, but she put no distance between them. The feeling of regret set in immediately at seeing the slight look fear in her eyes that he caused, but witnessing her ignore the issue he had spent the last two weeks agonizing over was causing him to lose his anxiety rise making him lose his temper in the process.

He was only four, but he prided himself at being able to get a good read on people. However, this girl went against every social standard he knew. Her words contradicted her body language, her body language contradicted her eyes, and her eyes, those gorgeous eyes, contradicted everything else. Almost every single thing about her seemed so alien. He could not make sense of it and he did not like being left in the dark.

"Your hair?" she started, "You look like you don't want me to say anything about it, so I won't….do you want me to!" she added quickly. Her voice took on an edge of excitement as she leaned slightly towards him. It was a small movement, if it wasn't for her hair slightly shifting, he wouldn't have noticed her move at all. She made sure to maintain eye contact with him, careful to not let her eyes wander to gaze at his hair.

"You..you're not going to make fun of me?" he asked quietly in disbelief. Shiro was conflicted. His emotions were all over the place and he didn't know what to think of the situation he found himself in. No one in the daycare had seen his hair yet, only her, and it seemed to not bother her nearly as much as he thought it should.

If it didn't bother her, then would the other kids feel the same way? Could he possibly make friends here?

"Poke fun of you...because of your hair?" her voice raised slightly in question as she raised her hands above her shoulders, clearly upset. "Has anybody poked fun of you here?" those words came out in a whisper, not in a dramatic sense like before, but more of genuine girl narrowed her eyes dangerously as she scanned the area for anybody stupid enough to cause her new companion distress.

"No, not here," Shiro told her. "But they probably will. You don't think I'm weird?" his eyes once again fell to the ground, scared of her response.

"Weird? Shiro, my hair is white," she said with a half smile on her face while grabbing a handful of her silver locks. "My papa told me that I had yellow hair like Amy when I was born, but it turned white a year later, I think. His hair is white like mines, too! We match." She grabbed one of his hand with both of hers, "and now you match with me, too. So now you have to be my friend...it's only fair." she teased. "Plus, I think your hair is cool. Cooler than our space robot."

Shiro's eyes lit up, "Really?"

"No, I lied to make you feel better." she said immediately, her eyes still shining brightly. "About being cooler than the robot because a robot is really cool. Like...really, really cool. But your hair is cool, too!"

This has never happened before and Shiro was at a loss for words. He didn't know what to say, so he just stared at their conjoined hands with a look of disbelief. He'd been called many names in the past, but never has anyone called him cool.

"So...you still want to play with me?"

"Yeah!" her excitement had gotten the best of her and caused multiple eyes to look their way.

Immediately, Shiro felt small and exposed by being the center of attention. Shiro felt the girl release his hand and felt his heart drop. He knew she would leave as soon as she got the chance and join the others with tormenting him.

However, he didn't expect for her to stand in front of him, shielding him from the curious eyes of all most of the children that caught her outburst. "Amy said that she had fruit snacks! But she only has five, so whoever gets there first, gets them!"

A stampede towards a clueless caretaker was the immediate result.

The girl made sure all of the children's attention was no longer on them before turned back towards Shiro. "I'm sorry I made everybody look," she apologized. "but I think they will like your hair."

"Do you really think so?" Shiro asked with wide eyes. The girl replied by rapidly nodding her head, her silver ringlets going wild. Shiro thought long and hard about it. What if she was wrong? What if they were meaner than the children back home? He didn't know many customs here, so what if they didn't stop? What if the adult made fun of him, too? What if-

"Oh my gooosh!" for the second time that day, he found his face in her hands, her eyes burning into him. "Shiro, you think too much! If you don't want to, I won't make you. But you can't hide forever."

He let out a sigh. She was right, he couldn't hide under a hat for the rest of his life. If he was going to be a great pilot like his dad, then he needed to be brave. If he only had her as a friend, he could deal with. He didn't think she was going to leave him alone, anyway. He was probably stuck with her for the rest of his life.

He wouldn't mind that at all, actually.

"Allura, what is this I hear about fruit snacks?" Amy was suddenly behind them with her hands on her hips and a look of disapproval on her face. Behind her stood several kids, all with looks of disapproval on their faces.

All staring at Shiro with wide, curious eyes.

Even if he wanted to prolong his secret, they would have still found a way to him.

Reaching behind her, Allura grabbed Shiro's hand and gave it a light squeeze, keeping him grounded. She ignored Amy's question and directed everyone's attention towards Shiro, using her natural spotlight to her advantage. "Everybody, this is Shiro, he's from Japan! Isn't his hair cool?"

Shiro closed his eyes, bracing himself for the worst. He couldn't run now, not with his hand held so tightly. He was hoping they would go easy on him, seeing how this girl was fairly popular. If she could fit in, then so could he. Right?

When the harsh words never came, he slowly opened his eyes to face the judging crowd. They didn't looked freaked out or disgusted, they looked at him with something he's never seen before. Amazement.

Then all hell broke loose.

They all gathered around him, shouting kind words.

"Wow, thats so cool!"

"Why can't my hair be like that?"

"You look like a superhero!"

"Can I touch it?"

"You look like a road! I wish I looked like a road with a white stripe in my hair!"

Wait, What? Shiro didn't think he wanted to be that kid's friend.

Shiro didn't know how to react to the sudden, positive attention. The only people who ever gave him this much praise was his family and he knew they were just doing it to be nice to spare his feelings. He's never felt so idolized in his life.

The girl leaned closer to him, "Told you they'd like it." she teased while bumping his shoulder with hers. "And you were worried."

Shiro felt his cheeks burn slightly, "Yeah, you were right." He turned to look at her. "Thank you...for helping me."

"Allura." she said.

"What?"

"You wanted my name," she answered. "It's Allura."

"Thanks, Allura." Shiro said honestly. He never thought he'd never be able to accept his hair, but with her help, he finally did.

Allura tugged his arm away from the children still fawning over him, "Let's go finish our robot, so we can fly him around the castle."

"The castle?"

"Yeah," she let go of his hand and he immediately missed the contact. "This is my castle...well, my papa's castle. He's the pretty prince king."

Shiro's eyes widened, "Your dad's a king an-"

"A pretty prince king." she corrected.

Right, so your dad's the pretty prince king and this is his castle?"

"Yup! My Uncle Zarkie is the other king, but he's not as pretty as Papa."

That would explain why it was so big and fancy downstairs, because he was in castle and his mama was going to work for the king. But wait...if her dad was the king, "Then are you a princess?" Allura only giggled in response.

"That's why your hair is white!" Shiro exclaimed. "Because you're a princess! Only royal people have special hair." He's watching plenty of disney movies to know what a princess looks like.

The giggling didn't stop as she turned back to look at him. "But your hair is white, too."

"But only a little white! Yours is white-white. Like all the way white." he argued. He gave himself permission to stare at her silvery locks again, noticing the shimmer it would give when the light bounced off of it.

"Maybe you're only half a prince?" she suggested.

Shiro shook his head, "But I want to be a pilot, not a prince."

"You can be both!"

"Maybe…" his voice trailed off in thought. This time, he reached back and took her hand in his and began to lead them back towards their almost forgotten robot. He wanted to be a pilot like his dad, so he could fly above the clouds to see the heavens and much more.

But then again, princes got to marry princesses.

And that's chapter 3! This took forever to write. Forever. I rewrote it four times and on top of that, I couldn't stop writing. This is probably 2 chapters poured into one because I didn't know how to say no.

If you have any prompts, send them my way. I want the next few chapters to be with them still as children, so I need ideas. Please review! I should have chapter 4 up in 2 weeks.