Saturday, 14 June 2008
01:48:00 PM (GMT)
"Mana, Sera! Hurry up, will you?! Your bus is waiting outside!" One of the grumpy
Thirteen years had past since the night the babe named Mana appeared on the doorstep
to the Orphanage. In that time, the old Aunt that took her in had passed on, and the
replacement was a cranky, drill-seargent-type woman. She treated most of the orphans,
save a special few, like trash, and nearly everyone hated her.
Mana, now a thirteen year old, rushed out of her room.
Mana had a good amount of trouble growing up normally. Everyone seemed to treat her
poorly, but over the years, she's gotten used to it.
She was rather short for her age; no taller then 5'1''. She had grown her greasy
black hair - never chopping it, only trimming it. It grew all the way down to her
behind, and was now usually worn in a very loose low ponytail, sometimes with a thick
headband with ribbon bows on each end. Mana's eyes had grown to be a very deep blue.
Her usual outfit was a navy blue shirt with long, loose sleeves. The collar and cuffs
were white with navy blue stitched stripes. From the bottom of the collar was a small
light yellow tie-shaped cloth, reaching about halfway down the shirt. Her bottoms was
usually a long navy blue shirt, concealing all of her legs, only showing her feet.
Near the bottom of the skirt, there was two white stripes, one thick and one thin,
accenting the bottom. She sometimes wore ankle sokes, but mostly wore white
knee-highs. Her shoes were usually shiny black dress shoes that buttoned on the
Mana rushed to the thick wooden door of the orphanage, trying to get her hair into a
ponytail on the way. Her roomate, Sera Adachi, soon followed behind her.
Sera and Mana had become very good friends over the years, so close that they could
practically be called sisters. She took care of Mana, trying to keep her safe from
crabby Aunts, the other orphans, and students at school.
Sera was a lot taller then Mana, especially because she was two years older then
Mana; Probably about 5'8''. She also grew her pink-ish red hair long. She wore a
ponytail up high and tight, with a lock sticking out in front. Sera's hazel eyes had
poor vision, so she wore slick, and greatly-focused glasses. She prefers to wear
dresses and often wears a long red dress with a slit to the right side and an
accenting brown leather belt worn loosely and lopsided. Over her heart, she wears a
brooch, with a diamond-shaped emerald in the center, and four red triangles pointing
outward, one on each edge of the emerald. Sera also usually wears black boots, with 2
1/2 inch heels going up nearly to her knee.
The two girls rushed to the front door to get their shoes on and try not to miss the
bus. It WAS nearly the last day of school.
And Mana tried to button up her left shoe, she felt somebody run into her and fall on
top of her, causing her to yelp. When she looked, she saw a familiar face smile at
"Naono, you jerk! You did that on purpose."
"No, I didn't! I swear!"
It was Naono Tushigara, a "fellow" orphan of hers. He was a few inches taller then
her, and looked really feminine. His hair was neatly cut and kept. His eyes were a
light brown, and he wore glasses with thick rims. He wore a black tee-shirt
underneath a hand-me-down vest that was pre-fitted to be worn by a girl, adding to
his feminine look. He wore loose orange shorts, and a watch on his left wrist. He
usually carried something like his laptop - which was covered in dorky stickers- or
his camera with him. Naono was one of the orphans who picked the most on Mana.
Mana soon recovered and got up, leaving Naono on the floor as she got her backpack.
" Oh, c'mon Mana! I said I didn't do it on purpose!" Naono complained, trying to sit
up on the floor. Mana gave him a cold look as she started to walk out the door with
Sera. Naono was about to protest again, when he found a threatening boot to his face,
Sera's face radiated a nearly burning rage. Naono cowered quickly, getting up to get
"Sera, C'mon, we're going to be late!"
Sera soon ran after her short roomate to make the honking bus. They ran on, with a
grumpy greeting from the busdriver; he was obviously waiting for the school year to
be over so he could have more time to himself other then driving busses. Mana and
Sera made her way to the back of the bus, and got a seat as far back as they could.
Mana got the window seat, which was usual for her. When the bus started moving to the
next stop, Mana started staring out the window, watching the tall buildings roll by.
She looked forward to the summer break. She'd be going into grade 9 next year, and
Sera would be going into grade 10. Mana wasn't sure how she would last the summer
with about 100 other orphans, about 75 of those orphans part of the people who
treated her badly, not to mention the nasty Aunt.
Before she realized it, the bus had stopped again, this time at a much nicer
orphanage about six blocks away from her orphanage. A few nice-looking girls climbed
onto the bus, going to sit with their various friends. The last one on was a tween
with long blonde wavy hair. She looked around the bus until her brown eyes saw Mana
and Sera. She ran up the bus and sat beside Sera.
"Hi, you two! How're you today?"
"Same as usual, Shiki. Naono has already bothered Mana," -Naono, a few seats ahead,
growled.- " Aunt Lucia has screamed at us, everything is pretty normal." Sera
Shiki was a twelve year old orphan who has been transfered between orphanages a lot
over her life. She was a very ditzy person, but it was almost like it was forced.
Her usual attire started with a small, cure black headband with a lopsided bow. She
had a red wool vest with a white turtle-neck underneath. She wore a short black skirt
with a red accent, flowing freely from her waist halfway down her thigh. Black
stockings meeting the edge of the skirt was worn tight to her legs, and she wore the
same style of shoes that Mana wore.
Mana found herself with little room to sit as Sera and Shiki chatted and sometimes
argued among themselves. She started staring out the window again. She thought about
all the other cities in the world. Mana had never left New York City, and always
wanted to see wonders in other cities and countries. Niagra Falls, The Eiffel Tower,
The Rocky Mountains... She wanted to see them with her own eyes. Someday, when she
was old enough to take care of herself, She'd go and see those sights.
School had come and gone uneventfully, and Mana and Sera were getting ready to go to
bed. Sera was removing make-up in front of a mirror, and Mana was getting into a
"What's up, Mana?"
"I've been having these dreams the last few nights, and I'm kind of worried about
"Oh, C'mon Mana, they're just dreams."
"Seriously, Sera, I think there's something wrong."
Sera let out an annoyed sigh.
"What are the about?" She said as she started using a make-up removal pad on her
"Well, there's this guy in a prison cell, way out in some mountain range, that keeps
asking me to help him escape. He looks like he is constantly whipped and the like...
I think he might be real."
"Stop right there." Sera said suddenly. "You think a boy in a dream really exists?"
"I don't know! This seems different. I feel like he is real..."
"I'm starting to believe you have some screw loose, Mana."
"I told you I was worried about these dreams."
"I say ignore them. Perhaps you should play your flute. That always helps when you're
in a fit like this."
Mana looked to the flute on her desk. It had always been there for her, and she had
gotten quite good at playing it...
"Alright. I'm going to sneak by Aunt Lucia into the orphanage's yard."
"Alright. Don't take too long though. If she comes in here and see's you gone, we'll
both get into serious trouble."
Mana nodded, and walked out of the door, grabbing her ingraved flute on the way.
After sneaking her way to the front yard of the orphanage, which had only large
patches of grass to sit on, she found a good spot to sit. Her flute seemed to glow
brightly in the moonlight, despite the new moon that shone overhead. Mana soon
started improvising pieces as a warm wind started picking up. Mana enjoyed music very
much, but she felt that with her flute, which wasn't made of any normal metal like
steel, like most flutes, it was almost eerie how beautiful it sounded; it was almost
otherworldly. She sat out there playing for at least ten minutes, and soon forgot
about the boy. After 15 minutes, a light behind her went on, and she saw Aunt Lucia's
silhouette behind a pair of curtains. She suddenly realized that she must've heard
her, and rushed back inside. Most of the Aunts don't like her playing, but it's
actually one of the few things nearly all of the orphans like about her.
Miraculously, she managed to sneak by Lucia, and made it back to her room, where Sera
was already in bed. Mana put her flute back on her dresser and climbed into the
bottom bunk of their bunk bed. It took her awhile before she finally fell asleep
after confirming that Lucia had not caught her.
Mana opened her eyes in the middle of the night to realize that there was no bed in
front of her. Instead, she was standing in the middle of a dark, dank cell. The air
was thin, and a tiny window showed the sun was only just setting outside in the
mountains. In front of her, she could a figure sitting on a wooden chained bed. It
was the boy.
He looked no older then 14, but about 4 inches taller then Mana from what she could
guess. His hair was dry and growing long; his hair nearly reached his shoulders, and
was jet black. He wore a tattered black button-up shirt, torn and worn, and many deep
cuts and bruises were visible. A pendant hung from his neck. It was a cross, shaped
like two S's. One standing normally, the other going across at a 90 degree turn. He
wore black pants, also ripped and tattered, with deep cuts and bruises visible. Any
shoes he might've been wearing were unwearable, for she saw the tattered bottoms of a
pair of shoes underneath the suspended bed.
He was leaning forward, so Mana couldn't see much of his face. Mana wanted to talk,
but the words couldn't come out. The boy then glared up at Mana with bright, almost
glowing neon eyes. He sat up, his face softening, realizing that it was her. Mana
just stood there, staring at him.
"You are Mana Futabatei, correct?"
Mana nodded dumbly, not sure what to do. She knew she was dreaming, but she couldn't
wake herself up.
"Mana, you must help me escape from my captor, I beg of you." He said solemnly.
Mana didn't know how to respond - if she could - but before she could have a chance
to, there was a click and the cell door opened. Two very large and bruty men in heavy
orange, intricutely decorated armour stood there, only seemed to take notice, or even
see the boy.
"Prisoner, our boss wishes to see you again. He hopes you finally reveal where
"I keep telling all of you, I don't know!"
"You've been here for four years, Prisoner. How much longer to you want to stay here?
Perhaps another round of interrogation will help you decide." One of them said
powerfully as he went in and grabbed the boy's badly cut right arm. He turned to give
Mana one last brief look of despair before being dragged off, and Mana losing her
thoughts with her sight going blank...
Mana woke up suddenly. She realized that she was sweating through the whole thing,
and when she looked, it was 1:00 in the morning. She wiped her brow, looking straight
up at the bottom of Sera's bunk. It took a long time to convince herself to go back
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