"Wherever you go, thats where I follow."

You were brought to the orphanage at a very young age, 3 in fact. Your parents had died in a car crash and your auntie had ditched you. No one seemed to want to adopt you. This wasn't shocking really. You were born with half brown hair, and hair white. Why would anyone adopt a child like that? Making friends was also tough. Most orphans were young kids. There weren't too many older orphans. And even then, most would avoid you. You feared that you would reach the age of 18 and never been adopted. It wasn't until you were nine years old, a ten year old was brought to the orphanage one day. "Your hair is so pretty..." the boy had said to you. That was the first time someone had said that to you. And even though you were young, it felt so nice.. Little did you know that was the start of a friendship between you two. He'd deliberately try to not get adopted to stay with you and he'd protect you.

6 years later. You're 15 and he's 16. It was one regular morning. You were braiding your hair on your bed. Riki plopped down beside you without a word at first, then glanced over, a faint grin playing on his lips. "Morning."