CHAPTER 4 - Fire

3 0 0
                                    

Well, that's it. He finally decided what to do with her. Chores. It's what she wants though, you can't blame the girl for being so pushy. Ugh, I told her to not do it on her own. He thought as she carried the bag they're gonna use for rummaging and stealing food. Though with her current state, how can she be this strong?

*Before scavenging*

"Mastah!" she called with delight, "Ugh, didn't I tell you that I am not? I am poor so just--" growwwlll "--leave me alone. Guess you're hungry too, eh?", the girl nodded. "Well, will you tell me your name?" Axel cooed at her, however she shook her head no. "Okay, now that's just great." he scratched his head as he thought of a name. "..........", the girl waited as her stomach growled, "Oh well, I'll think of it later, wanna go grab a bite first?" the girl nodded and jumped happily but stumbled due to her malnutrition. Welp, gotta find food quick!

*Present*
As they have stolen their desired meals, they ate. "Uwaahhhhh! Burp! Hehe!" the girl happily rested as Axel went into his head to think about her name. Hmm... What would be a good name for her? Nyx? Nah. Sophia? Boring. Stephanie? Too long. "Ugh." Still can't think of any... As Axel ran along his train of thoughts, the girl played with match sticks, Axel stared blankly at her, Fire... Fire...? Hm... He watched her play with it without thinking of the dangers, the name he thought popped up his mind timed at when she lit up the match. It clicked his mind that it suited her, "Fia!", the girl then turned her head towards him. Snap! "Your name from now on is Fia!" his final decision as he snapped his fingers became the signal for Fia as the name of the girl. She lit up in joy as she squealed her name numerous times, "Fia! Fia! Fia! Fia Fia Fia!" Axel tried to hide his laughter but inevitably let slipped to his mouth. He didn't know what he felt that day, What was that word again? Um... Ha... Happi... ness? Heh. Happiness, huh. So this is what it feels like, after being so empty for being a street rat...

A Piece of Bread  Where stories live. Discover now