Rated: G

One-shot created on: September 5, 2005

One-shot finished on: September 5, 2005

Disclaimer: I do not own Visha Kismet; she belongs to a friend of mine and I'm just borrowing her for this story.

A/N: My first story of 2005 and Freshman(9th grade) year. My teacher loved it and I hope you will too.



Summary: Yume Minamoto has just experienced the death to her whole family, now she's an orphan to the world. How will she survive on her own? Will someone help her?


Crystalline tears fell to the ground swiftly, like ordinary rain as sunset colored hair fell upon the female's sweet and innocent eyes. No one would see her tears, her anguish cries for help. 'Why does the world have to be grotesque?' She asked sadly. 'Why did it have to be them?' Her sobs continued until only hiccups remained.

Home was lost to her again; the first time it almost took her whole family's life, and this time? This time: only she survived. Both times were started by a mysterious fire starting suddenly, it was like someone was after them. The girl tried to put the fire out; she was by the fields picking vegetables out of the garden when she saw the almost palpable blackened smoke, but it was futile, home was no more.

Yume Minamoto became an orphan.

The sunset haired girl-now on her knees, glanced at the debris that was her home. Yume couldn't believe her family and her home was gone. It was like a bizarre nightmare that she couldn't escape from. "Why..." She trailed off. "it should have been me."

She didn't realize footsteps closing in as guilt washed over her like a wave. Her sweet, lively honey-brown eyes stared blandly at the debris.

"Hey." A voice spoke, but Yume didn't seem to hear. "Hey!" The person tried again. No response. A small growl made its way through irritable lip as the person poked her. Yume's eyes still gazed downwards at the ground, nothing. "Alright listen here kid," The person started, grabbing her by her shirt and tipping her chin upwards to make her look at whoever he or she was. "I saw what happened, nothing could have been done to help. It was started by a magical fire, either way, you couldn't have helped them."

Emerald orbs glared at the young girl. "Stop feeling sorry for yourself." How could she though, what was her scruples to live now? She was an orphan, a loner, no one would ever take her in.

"But I can't stop." She spoke, barely above a whisper. "I should have been there, I should have died with them, I-."

The girl rolled her eyes. "Put a sock in it. It's over, it's done, move on."

"I can't." Yume repeated. Who was she to her that?

A sigh escaped her lips as she pushed a strand of her shoulder length silver hair. "Man, I guess there's no choice." The emerald eyed youth pulled the order to stand, as she started to drag Yume in a seemingly random direction.

"Where are you taking me?" Yume asked in confusion.

"To my hometown, its not that far from here." She replied.

Yume gazed downwards once again. "But I don't have a home."

"You don't?" The girl asked in a sarcastic tone. "Tch. That's why I'm taking you to my home, I live alone and people say I need a roommate, though I don't see why."

The sunset haired girl glanced up. "Really?"

"Yeah, really. Now don't start crying, I'm not in the mood for waterworks." She stopped. "Say, what's your name?"

Yume blinked out the tears that threatened to fall, but it was futile. The girl started crying. "Yume. Yume Minamoto." She said in between tears.

"Hmph. I'll let the waterworks slip by this time, but next time..just try not to cry."

The youth nodded in understanding.

"Oh by the way, I'm Visha, Visha Kismet."

The two continued onto Visha's hometown, a bond of friendship slowly formed. Yume finally found a friend that could identify with her as her seemingly forgotten smile began to shine again. No one knows what fate has for the two, but it doesn't matter, they've got each other. Two orphans side by side.