Yuri and Yona of Dawn

Chapter 11 "My Life in Your Hands"

Yuri looked at the male in confusion. He was mildly old, like about 50?? Who knows?

"Orange... orange hair! Crimson hair and orange hair!"

Yuri backed away, scared. "Yuri!"

Yona was running over, happy. "They said my hair was pretty!"

Yuri giggled, "Your hair has always been beautiful."

"Is she your 'oneesan[1]', himesan[2]?" a lady asked, kneeling in front of them.

Yuri thought about it for a moment. "Yona-oneesan." that sounded right. "Yep! Yona is my 'oneesan'."

Yuri blinked. "Wait... how did you know I was a princess?"

"Douryuu-himesan." the lady said, her head low.

Rena moaned. 'What a drab name... I told them! My name was just Rena! RE-NA! R-E-N-A!'

Yuri winced. She looked at the lady. "Douryuu? I'm not Douryuu-hime."

"What? Then," she stood, grabbing her bow and arrow. "What business do you have with Hakuryuu-sama?"

Yuri didn't respond. She inhaled and exhaled slowly. "I guess, I want to meet him, that's all. Whether he decides to aid us or travel with us, it will all depend on him."

She put her weapon away after a moment. "Alright. Hakuryuu-sama lives over-"

Yoon and Hak were running over. "Princess!"

Yuri cried out in shock as they stopped, a few feet away from her, a crowd of white haired people chasing them.

"It's true! Orange and crimson hair!"

"Has out beloved Douryuu-himesan come to help us?"

"Himesan!"

"She's so pretty!"

"Her hair is so beautiful!"

"She's going to save us!"

Yuri smiled a bit. 'My hair is beautiful to them. I'm pretty to them...'

'Gu-En...'

After a while, the white haired people left them to do their chores. Yuri started walking. "Hak, Yona-oneesan, Yoon! I'm going for a walk!"

Yuri walked down the streets, a light smile on her face. Yuri stopped at the well. A bucket sat at the edge of the well, full of water. Her eyes lit up. "Water..."

"Douryuu-himesan. You can have that." a man said.

Yuri looked up, cheerful, "Are you sure?"

"Of course, Douryuu-himesan." he said, grinning back.

Yuri gently picked the bucket up, wincing at the weight. "It's okay. You can just call me Yuri. I'm not the Douryuu, nor a princess."

Yuri slowly made her way back, heaving the bucket. Since she was barely that far away from everyone, Yuri made it back quickly. When she arrived, she sat the bucket down with a Thump, a bit of water spilling out. Yuri shuffled through her bag, pulling out cloth she stole from Yoon and bandages. Gently dipping the cloth into the water, she hummed.

"You there! The women!" a voice yelled.

Yuri and Yona both turned to a man with white hair, there hoods falling off. Their eyes confused but cheerful all the same. What they saw, wasn't anger in the male's face, but surprise. And then, they were the ones surprised.