The seconds ticked by as Sakaki waited patiently for the boy to respond, and she began to analyze his face, noting his spiked-up blonde hair and scarred lip, but more importantly, the look in his green eyes. Sakaki instantly knew that this was not a boy who was happy with his lot in life. In the corner of her mind, she wondered what had happened to him. [i]Strange how people choose different paths as they beat through adversity...[/i] Her mind cast back to the few faint memories she had of the time before her father died, of bright colours, happy laughs, and long, coppery hair.

Suddenly, a strong wind kicked up, blowing her own hair out of her forehead and exposing the long, jagged scar that ran from her temple to her eyebrow. Staring intently at the boy's eyes, her own icy-blue ones glinted with rage. However, her face and, when she spoke, her voice, betrayed no sign of it. "I can see that you've been through troubles. [i]Get over it[/i]. You're not the only one whose life isn't perfect."