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The world outside is dark and cold a young man walks alone through the woods. His name is Kaliel Sendana a 14-year-old male with long pure white hair tied behind his head and a high ponytail with magnificent silver eyes, a fair complexion and an average build.

He wore a light winter jacket and blue and silver with the head of a bird embroidered on the back. He had on a pair of undamaged blue jeans and a pair of dull white cross-trainers that showed signs of wear.

On his back with a large green duffel bag that was almost as big as him, in fact one could almost wonder how he could carry such a large bag and seemingly without much effort.

Of greater wonder however is probably where he is going and why?

Well, Kaliel was headed to a mountain Inn that not coincidentally had been left to him by his late grandfather in his will.

The Inn, according to his grandfather, was over 100 years old and had been built in the style of a far-off country from the East, the name of which he couldn’t recall and wasn’t very concerned about either.

As for why he was making his way to this and was due to the fact that he had no family left to care for him. His father had died years ago of unknown causes, his mom had more or less abandoned him by leaving him to be raised by his grandfather.

His grandfather had been a good caregiver and had taught him as much as he could about correct morals and standards.

But like all good things it couldn’t last forever. Several weeks prior to this day his dear grandpa had passed away and in his will had expressed his wish is that his grandson should inherit this Inn and be placed under the guardianship of the Inn’s manager, a miss Chizuru Matsu.

Kaliel sighed as he thought about “that!” Part of the terms of his grandfather’s will. His immediate thought had been a sarcastic “oh great, another new parent!”

He hadn’t been very old when his mom had abandoned him three or maybe four years old when he first met his grandpa a well-aged man who still looked like he could go 10 rounds with a gang of rowdy hoods without too much trouble.

For Kaliel it had been a bit of an odd if not jarring experience to one day meet this old man who’d introduced himself as “hey kiddo! I’m grandpa!” And then before he had the chance to really process that his Mom had up and left, not even troubling to explain or to say goodbye. Just one day she was there and the next day she was gone.

Despite his youth Kaliel had a better than average grasp of the realities of the real world (better than average 14-year-old would have anyway) he was fully aware it could have been worse, he could’ve ended up in an orphanage or something and the thought made him shudder slightly, no way no how did he want to end up like that.

Still…a new parent meant new rules, having to learn new pet peeves and new expectations. Frankly this Chizuru sounded like a fussy old lady who would probably expect him to keep everything immaculately clean and rigidly follow 1001 different rules.

Not to say the Kaliel was a messy boy or a delinquent one, not even, but…but, he wanted his grandpa back and he wanted things to go back to the way they were, he didn’t want this new guardian, or this new living arrangement.

And yet, he wasn’t going to get it! He knew that, he didn’t have to like it but he did know it. He just started to wonder how much further he had to go when he saw something peculiar up ahead.

It looked like a single freestanding arch flanked on either side by the trees. The edges were rather sharp looking, so that it reminded him of the math symbol of the pie with strange white ropes hanging from the top.

Behind it was a stone path which led to a long set of stairs going uphill towards another of these strange arches.

Sliding off his duffel bag and setting it on the ground Kaliel took a moment to carefully look at the unusual structures.

He felt a strange sort of chill (that had nothing to do with the cold) wash over him as though someone had just dumped cold water on them.

Folding his arms under his chest and taking a deep breath he tensed his muscles for a moment then relaxed and slowly let the air out.

“Well-” he whispered to himself, “here I go!”

He reached down and picked up his duffel and placed it over his shoulders and onto his back. He took one more steadying breath and moved his right foot taking his first step towards his new life, good or bad.

Kaliel would never have believed that walking upstairs could be so arduous. Upon reaching the top he dropped his duffel bag and bent over, feeling his stomach contract he dry heaved once or twice as his head started spinning forcing him to go to one knee.

“Why would anyone come to stay here?” He wheezed out in between gasps as he tried to calm his breathing, his heart was hammering inside his chest like a boom box.

Once his heart had return to a normal rhythm (which took only a minute or so) he stood back up and for the first time got a good look at the end.

Or he’s supposed it was an Inn? It was a large two-story building that look like it had been taken right out of one of those old ninja movies he’d watched on TV a few times, the ones where the dubbing was laughably bad.

There were some one-story buildings he could see that seem to be set behind the largest one. They too were in the same style as the Main building.

If it hadn’t been for the fact of his current situation he would’ve found this interesting as he’d always enjoyed playing in the backyard of his grandpa’s house, playing like he was a ninja taking down the bad guys like in those movies he had seen.

The neighbors hadn’t liked it; they said he was a bad influence and that watching those movies would turn him into a criminal. His grandpa used to laugh and reply, “He’s just a boy, let him play like one!”

Picking up his duffel bag again and putting it on his back again he resumed his walk towards the end that was to be his home for the next four years.

For years! He thought with some comfort as he neared the front door. Four more years and he’d be 18 and legally old enough to strike out on his own. Until then he just have to endure whatever he encountered here under this old crown of a guardian.

He stopped in front of a large rice paper doorway which was framed by a large wooden exterior which smelled faintly of oak and Cedar.

Above the doorway were symbols, very large and hard to miss, Kaliel had no idea what they meant and at present wasn’t bothered to find out.

He looked around the door frame for doorbell but all he saw was dark wood, something that looks like a wind chime but no sign of a doorbell.

“I guess I could always just go in” he said to himself feeling unsure as to whether or not that was a good idea.

Then again, he was legally the owner of this place right?! Didn’t that mean he could come and go as he pleased? Yes, but… if he did that he probably just annoy the landlady who was probably a real battle ax.

He just started to wonder if he should knock when one of the doors slid open. It was probably a good thing he had his duffel securely on his back, he would have dropped it otherwise.

Sitting on her legs dressed in a purple… what were they called, kimonos? With silver and white lilies embroidered into the fabric was the most stunning woman Kaliel had ever seen. Currently she was bowing to him, her head dipped in submission, her hands together in front of her so that only her fingers were touching the floor.

Kaliel could only gape, whatever he’d expected it sure wasn’t this. The woman had a very full figure which even the kimono couldn’t hide. Her black hair was done in an elaborate bonne behind her head and had what looked like a jeweled butterfly in it.

The woman, whoever she was remained bowing for a few more moments before raising backup, she gazed at him with stunning green eyes and how warm and kind smile and something else he couldn’t identify.

Kaliel still could not seem to find his voice as the woman continued to smile, finally she broke the silence, “Welcome home Kaliel-sama!”

End of chapter

A/N: Well here we go, dang it's been a long time since I wrote a Fan fic, infact I've been giving real serious thought to giving up writting all together. I'm almost never happy with what I write due to bad experinces and serious self-esteem issues. But I needed to do something to try and get back into it and well...I decided to do this.

Also be awair that my grammer is not very good, hence the reason I am hesitant to post anything.