I don't own Servamp. It belongs to its creator.

Seven-year-old Mahiru shuddered and sobbed on his way back to his uncles' house. He thought he could handle going back to his regular life after his mother had passed, but…he just couldn't. Being greeted by his friends, his teacher smiling at the class, his classmates laughing and studying…all that was missing out on this day was his mother, and he will never see her again.

The boy let out another sob, wishing that she would be there when he got home. He whimpered quietly, until he heard a different sound coming from an alleyway.

"Huh?" The child turned towards the sound. "H-hello?" A tiny meow answered him. The boy turned toward the corner of the alleyway. He let out a tiny gasp. Curled up in a ball next to the far corner of the alleyway was a tiny black kitten. The tuft of hair that made up his tail had two spiky ends. He also had bangs on his head and two tufts that looked like demon horns. "Are you ok?" Mahiru bent down and picked up the kitten gently. He rested it against his chest and stared worriedly as the kitten breathed in and out at a fast pace.

"It's okay. I'll get you help, I promise." Looking both ways before crossing the street, the child ran home with the tiny creature in his arms, not knowing that with this action, his life was about to change forever…

…..

"Mahiru, what is that?!" The boy looked up at his uncle, worried tears filling his eyes as he gripped onto the kitten.

"Uncle, we have to help him. Please?" The man gazed at his nephew, wincing as the golden-brown eyes looked at him with sadness; eyes that reminded him so much of his little sister…

"Alright, bring him here." The child bounded towards him, being careful not to jostle the injured creature. His uncle took the kitten and gazed down at it. "He's burning up. We need to cool him down. Go into the kitchen and get me a bowl of ice and a washcloth." Mahiru nodded and hurried to gather the supplies. His uncle took out a blanket and placed the poor thing down. He moved over when his nephew came back. "Okay, take a cube of ice and wrap it in the washcloth. Then stroke his body down. Keep doing it until his fever goes down a little." A loud rang echoed through the room.

"Mahiru, keep doing that. I have to take this call." The boy nodded.

…..

"Please, Uncle. Can I keep him?" The man gazed at the child who had wrapped the kitten in a soft blanket. The boy looked at him eagerly, eyes wide with hope and a little spark of life. The mans' hopes soared as he saw those eyes; his nephew was nearly back to his old self.

"Of course, Mahiru." The boy laughed and hugged his new kitten, earning himself a little meow and a tiny bap on the nose. Mahiru gasped and giggled at the kittens' lazy expression.

"Look who's up. How are you feeling?" The kitten sighed and curled back into the folds of the blanket, giving the boy an expression of a needy baby. Mahiru laughed and gazed into the creatures' eyes. "My name's Mahiru. I hope you and I will be great friends. Welcome to the family…" Mahiru paused briefly, considering what he wanted to call the kitten. He gazed closely at the creature, at what he looked like, and smiled.

"…Kuro."