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Warning: Story contains out-of-characterness, grammar mistakes, spelling errors, and typos.

Summary: He became emotionally withdrawn, silent, and consumed with a bitter loathing for everyone but himself and "Mother". But somehow she has managed to get through his barriers and found herself a place within his frozen heart.

This was beta-ed by Blackmoon OniOokami.

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Chapter One – Saviour

He stood there and watched a group of boys hitting and kicking a girl with raven black hair. This was the third time he witnessed this. He wondered why the girl had not tried to defend herself. One look in her eyes and he could see the fire rested in them. So why did the girl let herself be beaten by the bunch of spoiled brats? After a few kicking and hitting, he had enough. He wanted silence. He did not need to wake 'Mother's bloodlust. That would be the last thing he wanted on this damn earth.

With a quick movement, he stood before the girl and blocked the fist, aiming for her face, with his sand. The boy felt on his butt. He glared at them with cold eyes. His sand rushed around them, formed spikes and was ready to attack. Seeing that, the fat boy struggled to stand on his shaking legs. When he succeeded, he shoved the others out of his way and ran with something wet dipping from his pants. His fellows scrambled him.

Once they had left the glaring, he turned and looked down at the girl. She had bruises everywhere. She was trembling and shaking as she tried to sit. When she finally succeeded, with the help of his sand, she looked up. She stared at his face before smiling at him. He snorted and left.

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A/N: Edited. Thanks for SleepWriting for pointing out my mistakes. Thank you very much.