Pain, hunger, dizziness, fatigue, and mostly despair.

That was all she could feel.

Currently she was wandering around in the more residential part of Central. The sky was dark and overcast, but the night was warm.

She sighed and took a quick inventory check. Her dirty and stained apparel, one hair tie, and a bunch of dirt and grime. Her newly acquired swollen cheek, aching shoulder, and sprained wrist had come from when she tried to steal some bread from a bakery. She was homeless and she was 9 years old without a family. But she definitely was not going to go to the military or an orphanage, absolutely not.

Too young to try to make a living, and too old for someone to take in out of pity.

As she turned onto a street lined with large, brick, multi-storied houses, the sky opened up and she was instantly soaked.

The raindrops were cold and heavy and the girl was quickly getting chilled to the bone. Even the boots she wore were too worn to protect her feet from the dirty water on the street. She was getting slower, weaker, and her vision was blurry and unfocused. When her head started hurting, she stumbled into the nearest alley to find a place to sleep. It was only when she came to the middle of the alley between the adjacent houses that she noticed a commotion.

Farther in was a man trying to escape out of his basement window in the house to the left. He pulled himself out and ran towards the end of alley the girl had come from, slipping on the wet concrete as he went.

"Oi, oi, are you really trying to run away?" looking back, she saw a young man with long dark hair who seemed to glide over the window ledge like a snake. He then stood up and leaned against the wall on one hand. She could see him clearly and...

He looked exactly like him. But, no he couldn't be, that was impossible.

He watched the man run away with a bored expression upon his visage. When the man was close to the street, he sighed.

"Jeez. I mean-"

He straightened, then unsheathing a blade as long a his arm from seemingly nowhere, he took a leap and landed right on top of the fleeing man as he reached the end of the alley. When he stood up, lightning flashed from the sky; the girl could see the long silver blade sticking straight out of the man's chest. The girl froze, her muscled stiffened and she just stared.

"-You never had a chance." he hissed.

The man fell forward and lay still on the concrete as the blade retracted from his chest.

The young man put away blade before finally taking note the girl who was barely supporting herself against a wall.

"Well, what do we have here?" he started towards her with his, what she thought were, extremely baggy shorts swaying as he walked.

"I-", she gasped and froze for a moment before sliding down the wall to the ground. Her head hurt. And he looked just like him. He couldn't be, couldn't be. But he had to.

"Brother!" she cried out toward him and saw him froze before she blacked out.