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(Y/N)  P.O.V.

My stomach growled. I sighed. I hate being hungry. I thought mournfully. I shrugged it off. I had been hungry the past few days, but I delt with it. I was on the streets, cast out because of who I was. I hadn't wanted to be a boy or girl, so I chose the in-between. I only had the clothes on my back, and it seemed like an average day, with people telling me to move, to go get a job, or kicking me... I shook off that train of thought.

I saw a young male with blonde hair being followed by some crooks. Of course he doesn't realize he's being followed, I thought. He decided to take a short-cut, and went into an alleyway. I shook my head and sighed. Bad move dude. I got up from where I was sitting, which was across the street, and followed them into the alleyway.

I attacked the three crooks just before they touched the blonde. I fought quickly and swiftly, using my surprise attack to my advantage. They were down and out before the blonde even realized what was going on. I looked up at him, and saw his look of disbelief. I shrugged. I heard the click of a gun, and tackled Blonde to the ground just as a bullet went whizzing over his head. I turned around quickly, Blonde on the ground sitting up. I glared at the shooter with a murderous gleam in my eyes. You'll pay for that. I thought. I attacked, using moves that surprised the crook.

I dealt with him quickly, leaving him with a broken arm and bloody nose. I turned to the blonde, to find that he had gotten up and was staring at me. Things were turning gray at the edges of my vision, but I fought it off by focusing on the situation at hand. "How did you do that?" He asked me suddenly. I shrugged, but that brought the gray back. I stumbled, trying to fight the fatigue, but failing miserably. I felt warm hands supporting me, and I looked up into the sharpest pair of green eyes that I had ever seen. They were a dazzling emerald green. I felt slightly on edge with him, as well as a level of calm radiating off him. I accepted his help, when normally I'm very hesitant about accepting help.

He brought me back to The Bounty. Along the way over to The Bounty, he talked to me in a calming voice, trying to soothe me. When we reached deck, the other ninja were training. I knew they were ninja from the way they moved. The white one was the first to notice me and blonde. "Lloyd, are you alright? And who is this?" He asked, concern lacing his voice. "I'm alright." Said Lloyd. "I was about to be attacked by some thugs, and this person helped me. I dont know who they are, but they need help. Now." By this time the others had stopped and were listening. An ocean blue ninja drew back their hood, to reveal a girl with chin-length black hair.

"I'll go get the med-bay prepared." She said. Then a person who I knew well came on deck. I recognized her instantly. 'Misako!' I hand signed her. She came over with a worried expression on her face. "(Y/N)?" I nodded, relief flooding the parts of my face everyone could see. "Oh dear. Come with me you two." She led us down into the med bay. The others followed. "Mom? You know this person?" Lloyd asked. Misako nodded. "(Y/N) came to the museum often when I was there. They don't speak."
" 'They'?" Said the red one. "Yes. They. They dont like to talk about it, or anything for that matter." "Misako, what are you trying to tell us?" Asked the black ninja. Misako looked at him sadly. "It's their past to tell. Not mine." She said. "I'll fix them up. Now shoo!"

During the time Misako was talking, Lloyd had brought me over to a bed and helped me lay down. I looked over at him, gratitude in my eyes. He smiled back. He left with the others. A wave of fatigue came over me, and I looked at Misako with tired eyes. She smiled gently, although her eyes were sad. "Do you want me to open your mouth?" I nodded. She took off my scarf that I used to partially cover my face, to reveal a mouth sewn shut.

Bleeding injuries were all over my face, some new, some old. I had been very nice to look at, though I suspected that that beauty was gone. Misako cut the threads that were holding my mouth closed, and carefully extracted the threads that were in my lips. "Do you want to see your face?" She asked gently. I nodded.

She held a mirror in front of my face. Instead of diminishing my beauty, the wounds only changed it. I knew I would have scars the rest of my life. I rather liked them. Misako asked, "Are you okay with it?" I nodded once, and then fell into a dreamless sleep.

So for those who are confused. They did not do this if their own accord. A horrible person took a needle and thread and did this. It's not a sign of depression for them, it's just what happened to them. PLEASE don't mistake it for depression. That is all.

See ya.

Neptunefoeva