He presses his small hands against his equally tiny ears, trying to block them out, but it’s to no avail, the words are far too clear for him to ignore.Ī woman shouts in a dry, hoarse voice, “We never should’ve left home, this is all your damn fault!” she screams, smashing another glass against the wall.Ī pair of heavy hands slam onto the dining table, it thunders throughout the home causing the child to anxiously jump. The boy’s attention is caught by a loud crash, a vase hitting the floor, followed by a glass against the wall. It was of his happy family his beautiful mother, his brave father, and, of course, himself. He ignores them, focusing only on his special drawing. The sound of muffled, angry voices fills his ears. He glances up into the kitchen where a dim light hangs from the ceiling. Despite missing a few primary colors, there was just enough left to complete his masterpiece. He colors with a small assortment of crayons, many of them broken into smaller, still manageable, pieces. Xiao Lang was a street rat, a thief, and a delinquent, there was nothing more to see.Ī young boy, nearing his seventh birthday, lies across his living room floor. Keiji's words echoed throughout Xiao Lang's mind causing him to momentarily grit his teeth in dissent. Did she really deserve to be taken advantage of in such a way? She did, after all, place her trust in him. The young ruffian thinks about Sakura, her kind words, her smile, and how compassionate she seemed to be. It’s not his fault the neighboring kingdom was invading.but he was profiting from it. Sakura’s situation had nothing to do with him, Xiao Lang was just doing his job and collecting his reward. Keiji turns to head back inside, leaving Xiao Lang alone to ponder his carefully chosen words. I may be a thug, but I’m not the one taking advantage of an innocent princess and her unfortunate situation,” he said, pausing to shoot Xiao Lang a disappointed glare, “you think about who the real low-life is.” “Am I really getting a lesson on moral values from some low-life thug?” Xiao Lang asked in a cocky tone, holding back a disdainful chuckle.
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