I Don't Run An Orphanage!

Chapter 68

Finding Hope

Alright so apparently I was too vague with how old Amai was. I thought the descriptors I used were enough, combined with the way I wrote her dialogue, but apparently, I was wrong.

Amai is around the same age as Yami. So roughly seven or eight.

Just wanted to make that clear.

Now onto the story.

"That was so cool Yami!" Amai gushed.

The two of them had gotten hungry, and decided to eat at the food court at the nearby mall, and have some chicken, with Yami obviously paying, although Amai did purchase a soda and a lot of candy.

Yami nodded, staring at Amai's aura. It had been positively glowing with joy, and it was kind of hypnotic.

He'd rarely seen someone THIS happy. The closest he ever had seen was Kei, but even she rarely reached heights like this.

Was this the power of being mentally stable?

Amai meanwhile kept stuffing her face with candy and washing it down with soda, and when she finished swallowing it all down, she shivered and her face contorted in disgust. And Yami saw her positivity wane a tiny bit.

Yami frowned. "You don't like sweets?"

"Uh uh." Amai shook her head. "I used to. But ate them so much I don't anymore."

"Then why buy them?" Yami said, his face scrunched up in confusion.

"Oh! I have to eat lots of sugar to make my candy!" Amai held out her hand and opened her palm, and then her hand started to glow, as yellow candy came out of her hand. "See!"

"Oh. You have to eat something you not like to use quirk." Yami summarized. "Like me."

"Hmm?" Amai gave him a confused head tilt. "I thought your quirk was seeing people's emotions."

Yami shook his head. "That's just one part. It does more. Lets me make monsters."

"Monsters?" Amai repeated, still confused as to what exactly Yami was talking about.

Yami figured it would be best to show her.

So he held up his hands, and let the black liquid oozing out of his mouth and into his cupped hands.

"Ew!" Amai recoiled back in disgust a bit, seeing this supremely gross act.

The small amount of black ooze pooled in his hand, before changing shape, and color, until it hardened into a tiny Grimm scorpion, known as the Deathstalker.

Amai leaned back in, looking at the tiny thing in awe, slowly getting closer and closer to it.

Sensing that she was interested in it, Yami put the Deathstalker down on the table and commanded it to crawl towards her.

The blonde poked creature, petting it gently with her finger. "It's cute."

"Hmm," Yami grunted, not really having an opinion on it.