Django Hui was sitting at the round, wooden table, eating her portion of stew for that night. The 16 year old Asakian was eating by herself since she had sent the rest of the orphans early to bed, like she always did when Radamanthys was not around.
Django was a cute girl, measuring at least five-three. She wore her hair long and dark, usually tied in a ponytail. Her hair was darker than the night itself. Her beautiful, small, slanted eyes were of the same color.
"Oh, Rad," Django sobbed in her thoughts. "Where the hell could you be at?" The Asakian was worried for Rad, and as she sat there, eating slowly and in an uncaring way, the beautiful brunette could only wonder if something had happened to him.
Rad had always come to visit them, even if it was once per week. Komaki village was a day's journey on foot, but Rad had always come to visit them from overthere no matter what. Even if the weather was bad as tonight's, Rad would come.
But tonight, Django felt sad and worried because the young man had not come in his usual dates. It was now three days past a week, and so Django had a reason to worry, for Rad had never delayed such days before.
Being the oldest of the orphans made her look out after the other four in the group. One orphan was the smallest of them all both in stature and age, and was her sister Kyuubi. The small runt, along with Django, loved Rad alot, for he had been like a brother to them two and the other three orphans.
Django pushed the semi-empty bowl of rabbit stew in front of her, and she started to sob as she covered her face with her hands. She was certain that something had happened to Rad.
But all of a sudden, just as she was crying, she heard a noise behind her. And Django turned around, only to find her little sister standing close behind her, holding a dirty ragged-made doll.
"Kyuubi, what are you doing up?"
"I can't sleep," young Kyuubi said as she glanced off to the side, avoiding her big sister's stare. Django wiped the tears of her face and stood up. Kyuubi gulped as she saw her do so, for the little girl thought Django was mad.
She wasn't and she let her know it.
"Why were you crying?" Kyuubi dared ask.
"I just feel depressed since Rad hasn't come," Django confessed. Kyuubi nodded, knowing just as well. She was perhaps even sadder than Django, for Rad always played with her whenever he came.
"He'll come," the smaller Asakian said, hugging her sister, who knelt next to her. Django engulfed Kyuubi in a hug. "I know Rad, he'll come."
Django wasn't so sure, because ever since Rad had begun to hang out with the Wailen brothers, Sage and Ozzy, Rad had changed a bit. He still was a sweet youngster, but Django had noticed that the young man had matured much in just a few weeks and had acted a little strange.
"Oh, Kyuubi," Django said, holding her 12 year old sister tightly. "I hope you are right."