My older brother and I came to Japan via ship. I was five at that time. It was just us. The rain started to fall as we slipped off the ship. We hid in alleyways to avoid the crowds of natives that stared at us. Living on the streets was hard. Scouring through dumpsters for food and drinking rain water from buckets. Then we saw Her.
A local gang had trapped us in an alley cutting off any hope of escape. A girl about my age stopped to look. "Miko!" she called. "What is it?" a boy wearing a high school uniform came into view. "Hey!" he called. The gang turned around. "Shit it's the Red King!" red fire exploded from him as he hurled it towards the gang. A second later the gang was on the ground moaning. The girl came out from behind the teen. Fair skin, bright orange eyes and neon blue hair at her shoulders. She had messy cut bangs and wore a pure white mini dress with full length sleeves. She ran around bare foot. She became my angel.
The angel and glaring teen boy led us to a bar. "Izmo we're back!" the angel called. A teen behind the bar looked at us. "Mikoto quit scouring; you're scaring those poor kids." The teen came over to us. He took a long look at us then started talking. "Hi. My name is Izumo Kusanagi. That little angel is Zina and the one with the scary face is Mikoto Suoh." He spoke our language, English. He gave us a home, food and water. After my brother and I took a bath, with Zina's help, we got dressed. I got a purple dress and my brother got red shirt and a pair of jeans.
Izumo taught all three of us school. Zina always had trouble with numbers and so did I. my brother was great with the numbers and advanced stuff. Zina was better with artistic stuff. Me I'm great at cooking. To tell you the truth, we learned more with Izumo as our teacher then any school could. Then at age ten my brother and I got adopted. I saw Zina from time to time after that. I got a job at a hotel cooking in a café. I knew I'd see the angel again.