Hey, everybody ^^

I'm back in Germany, so i can finally upload a new chapter ^^ But first of all I#d like to say THANK YOU to Suntear for the very nice review and i hope you'll still like the story after reading upcoming chapters.

I'm not very good at describing a certain atmosphere so i just hope that you kinda get what kind of atmosphere I wanted to create. (My grammar's still not perfect, but I'm stilll tring hard ttto become better, but if you find some grammar mistakes or something like that which I missed, feel free to tel so that i can correct it! ^^ )

Have fun with the next chapter!

Chapter two – What's your name? (Normal POV)

"That's a nice apartment."

"Thanks."

Spitfire placed his jacket behind the door and left his shoes under his now hanging jacket. The little girl had already entered the living room and began to inspect the couch. Her pointing finger careful met with the wine-red fabric. She pulled her finger back and gave the just touched pillow a truly surprised and also impressed look.

"Wow", she whispered, "it's very soft."

"I hope you'll like it here."

The red-haired Flame King entered the living room when the girl spun around and asked pretty excited:

"May I sit here?"

"Öh, s-sure . . . be my guest", he managed to answer, surprised by the girls excitement.

A happy light appeared in her eyes and she placed herself – still careful, as like she was scared of breaking the couch – on the furniture. Spitfire shook his head while smiling as he watched the absolutely satisfied girl who jumped slightly up and down on the soft pillow.

"So . . . would you like to eat something? Or to drink, maybe you're thirsty?!"

The girl stopped jumping and glared at Spitfire with an almost angry look.

"You promised me that I could have a bath without any bubbles."

Spitfire blinked for a moment, but then got the point and nodded in an understanding way.

"Of course . . . I promised it, so you will get your bath. 'kay, you may stay here while I'm going to prepare your bath?!"

He just turned around when a shyly spoken question escaped the girl's lips:

"M-may I also come with you to see how a bath without bubbles has to be prepared? I-I mean, this way, I can do it on my own the next time."

An unguarded look appearing on her face she looked down at her naked feet.

"Yeah, sure, just follow me, I'll show you how it's going to be prepared."

Happily she jumped down from where she was just sitting on the couch and ran over to Spitfire who slowly started walking out of the living room, heading towards his light-coloured bathroom.

Man, what a funny girl, I mean, it's just filling up some clear warm water.

But he wasn't annoyed by this kinda weird way of acting, not at all. This little girl had already managed to get a place in his heart.

So he showed her his bathroom with the big bathtub and the pictures of shells and fishes all over the walls. He told her how to make the water start flowing and how she'd get warm and cold water.

"It's pretty easy", she mentioned after a while watching Spitfire filling up the bathtub.

"Yeah, actually, it's not that difficult to get it done."

A pure happy smile appeared on her lips.

"So", she began with hesitation, "so, now I could take a bath without bubbles anytime I'd like to?"

"Sure", Spitfire answered and than stood up, "'kay, now I'll let you have your bubble-free bath. Have fun!"

He just wanted to exit the bathroom, to let the girl having her privacy, when a small hand grabbed his shirt. Surprised he turned around with an questioning look on his face.

"Could-could you please stay while I take the bath? It'd be boring and also a bit lonely otherwise."

The little girl bit her lower lip and kept chewing it, while her look flew through the bathroom over the different pictures of fishes and shells on the walls, obviously trying not to face Spitfire until he answered.

"Uhm, I can stay if you'd like me to, but you have to get undressed first, right? So, I'll just go outside for a second or two and when you got into the bathtub, you can call me, 'kay?!"

The red eyes of the little girl suddenly became big with great questionmarks within.

"Why would you have to get out of the room just because I have to undress myself?"

Spitfire looked down on her.

"Ähm, I guess it's just how you're acting if ya wanna be nice. You have to let other people have their privacy, ya know."

"Really? Who told you this?"

"Uhm", the Flame King stopped for a short moment, then continued with a strange tone in his voice, "my-my parents told me this. They taught me how to act and react in other peoples company."

A little light just came up in the eyes of the girl and she went on with an excited look on her face.

"Oh, so you had had parents when you were young, c-could you please tell me what that's like . . . I didn't have any parents so I don't know anything about this family-thing. Can you tell me, please? I'd really like to know."

Spitfire watched that little girl in front of him, going absolutely crazy about the possibility to get known something about the fact what it was like to have a family. His look suddenly became sad and somehow he just wanted to hug that little girl and never let her go again, to let her feel what it was like to have a father or a big brother a least. But this sudden change of his mood was also recognized by the red-haired girl and she became slightly anxious.

"Oh, did-did I say something wrong? I'm very sorry, I did-I didn't want to make you angry."

Her small hand did let go of Spitfires T-shirt and she took a little distance from him, becoming nervous and truly scared. The Flame King recognized her reaction and got his smile back on his face immediately.

"Hey, no need for getting scared. Don't worry, I'm not mad at you, I just . . . just remembered something."

"Something painful?"

The girl closed the distance between them and grabbed Spitfires shirt once again.

"You know, if there's something bothering you, you can talk to me, really, just spit it out."

A sudden laugh escaped Spitfires lips.

"So tough all of a sudden?", he asked with a bit of a mocking tone entering his voice, but the girl didn't let herself get discouraged.

"It's bad if you don't talk about your problems, they'll eat you up from the inside one day", she explained her reaction. "So, y-you shouldn't let that happen it sure is painful, ya know?!"

Spitfires smile became even brighter and he patted the little girl on the head.

"Wise words, young lady, but now just get into the bathtub, I'll go to get some orange-juice for you and then I will be back in a minute."

"Okay."

Half out of the door, Spitfire suddenly stopped and turned around once more.

"By the way, what's your name actually?"

The girl continued getting undressed while she answered; the fabric of her dirty shirt covering her mouth.

"I'm not pretty sure about that, but I guess it's just fine if you call me Phoenix."

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