𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝙱𝚢 𝙰 𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚛

-{ Ai, Grace Field House }-

So yes, since I have the manga I will start with it, and im already feeling like it wont end :,)

Ai's POV

The lady I fondly call "Mom"... is actually my mom

The children I live with... are not all my siblings

This is Grace Field House, an orphanage

And I'm an orphan...

Or so I though...

Emma's POV

At six o'clock sharp, the House begins its day with the ringing of a bell.

I take a deep breath, before raising my voice to wake my siblings up. "Everyone, wake up! You're going to be late for breakfast!"

I've been living here for ten years already.

I do my best to fix my shirt as soon as possible, hearing Phil and Marnya complaining about their shoelaces. Meanwhile, Gilda is trying to get Thoma and Lanni to stop jumping over the beds. Phil is still waiting, so I reassure him that I'll help once I'm done buttoning my shirt.

When I'm done, I immediately pick him up, head for the door, then rush in my way. Meeting the others, I shout a "Good morning!" to Don and Conny.

I'm one of the oldest... out of the 39 kids who currently live here

I slam open the door of the dining room, holding Phil's hand. "Ow!" I yell, feeling someone shoving me forward. Looking back, I see Thoma and Lanni laughing madly. "You're IT!", "Come get us!"

"Watch out..." I warn, putting on a fake evil expression. "I'M GOING TO EAT YOU!!" I scream, running towards them as they continue laughing.

Our personalities, our ages and the colors of our skin all differ. We are not related by blood, but..

"Norman!"

"Ray!"

"Good morning, Emma!"

Phil clings onto me, while I watch as Norman is holding a jar and Ray is holding milk. Even Ray smiles as he welcomes me the same way Phil did when he said "Mowning."

"Why are you so energetic? We haven't even had breakfast yet." Norman asks, laughing softly.

"How old are you again? Five?" Ray interferes.

"I'm 11, the same as you guys! Even if it doesn't seem that way! You're so mean, Ray!!" I almost scream, offended.

I hear a muffled giggle behind me, and it's Mom. Even Mom is laughing! "Emma, can you give me a hand here?" She asks gently, still trying to mute her laughter. "... But Mom! I wanna redo my entrance!" I whine, holding her clothed forearms. "Why? I love that about you" she remarks, patting my head, her other hand trailing to my neck.

"That I'm five years old inside?!" I whine louder.

"No, that you care deeply about your family" She corrects, both of her hands gently cupping my cheeks, almost pressing her forehead against mine. My cheeks flush as I mutter a "Thanks".

But I love them all

I love Mom, I love everyone. Even if we're nit related by blood, they are my family. This orphanage was my home

"Hmm?" Norman hums, looking around curiously. He carefully studies the dining hall, and he doesn't seem to find what he's looking for. Ray notices it, and he asks, "What are you looking for? I've already put the bread on the table."

Norman seems unmoved, "No, that's not what I'm talking about..." he mumbles, his eyes finally landing on the empty hallway leading to the dining room. It's entirely empty.

"Where's Ai?"

I suddenly realize that I didn't wake her up, and if no one woke her up, she'd continue sleeping forever if she could. I hear Mom sighing, rubbing her temples in irritation. Even the kids begin to wonder why is she almost always asleep. Honestly, I've never understood why does she dislike being with us. Whenever she seems to be around, her eyes seem too pale and tired. She doesn't answer my questions, she keeps insisting that "she's just tired".

"Emma, can you go and wake her up?" Mom asks, her eyes glued on Ray, who was arranging the forks on the tables. I smile before running out of the hall to where Ai's room should be. As I get closer, I slow my pace.

Slowly turning the knob, I'm greeted by the familiar darkness. The curtains are closed, and I see Ai's oddly small body being hugged by the blanket. I walk closer towards her, then I gently pat her arm, earning a low groan from Ai. She slowly removes the blanket, her eyes still closed. She scratches her arms before her eyes flutter open.

She glances at me, then points to the door. But I don't understand, "Eh?"

"Get out, I need privacy if I'm gonna change my clothes." She answers, rubbing her eyes lazily. I quickly head to the door, a smile of victory blooming on my face, but then a question pops up in my mind. I look back. "Hey, Ai. Why do you sleep so much? Even though there was so much noise?"

". . ."

"How would I know?"

I cant stop spoiling bsd over myself, and im concerned at how much I simp for certain characters like Fyodor