Sora Yatagami was a young boy who lost everything. His parents were framed by a mistake they never commit.
After that none of his friends and other family wants to take him in. And thanks to that Sora lose trust in people and the idea of being in a...
Alice Synthesis Thirty placed the freshly washed plates in the drying basket and wiped her hands on the bottom of her apron before looking up. Beyond the window, tree branches had scattered many of their yellow and red leaves with the chill of the last few days. The winter really did arrive here much earlier than in Centoria.
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Still, the light of Solus looked warm in the first blue sky they'd had in days. On the thickest branch of the closest tree, a pair of climbing rabbits could be seen pleasantly sunning themselves. Alice smiled as she watched them.
Alice: The weather's so nice today; perhaps we should pack a lunch and go to the eastern hill.
There was no response. In the center of the little wooden cabin's main room, which combined a living space with a dining room and kitchen, there was a plain, unfinished wooden table. Seated at one of the matching chairs was a young man with black hair. He did not react to Alice's suggestion. He simply gazed, expressionless, at a nondescript point on the table.
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He wasn't solidly built to begin with, and by now, he was noticeably thinner even than Alice was. His bony structure was clearly visible through his loose clothing. His empty right sleeve, hanging limply from the shoulder, only added to his pitiable appearance. His blue eyes were empty. They reflected no light and suggested his mind was distant, completely shut off from the outside world. Alice stifled a pain in her chest that never dulled, no matter how many times she felt it. She said in a cheery voice.
Alice: There's a breeze today, so we should bundle up. Hang on—I'll get your coat for you.
She put her apron on the hook next to the sink and headed to the bedroom. She gathered up her long blond hair and covered it with a cotton scarf. A faded black eye patch went over her vacant right eye socket. One of the two wool coats on the wall was hers, and she carried the other one under her arm as she returned to the main room.
The young man hadn't budged. She put her hand against his scrawny back, and he awkwardly got to his feet. But that was all the black-haired boy could do. He couldn't even walk a single mel. She put the coat over him from behind, then circled around and tied the strings at his neck tight.
