songs of the forsaken

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Alabaster lashes fluttered in a blink over scarlet hues before a wide grin broke out on her face. "Aaah~ hello!" She rushed over and squatted beside him, giving a little wave. "Who are you! Shiro is my name~"

Pein chuckled at her amusing response. This Ganta must be very important to her. She did not understand pain but that would now change.

"Ganta will teach Shiro pain..?" She stared at the man, anger rising. A frown found itself twisting her features. This man knew nothing of their bond, forged through exactly that; pain. But more importantly, love and happiness. Ganta brought her happiness like no one else ever before.

“Good evening miss.~” *He bowed slightly, tipping his hat as a sign of respect.* “It seems i’ve stumbled apart from my nightly hunt, may I inquire as to where I am?~”

"Aaah, hello, mister~" She mimicked his bow with a slightly more theatrical flare, tipping her fingers out to the sides. Righting herself, she took in his dark clothing and masked face without question. "Mister is in Deadman Wonderland!"

“You defend the weak for no purpose or gain Shiro…” He pondered her thoughts and sighed.

Listening intently, the young girl was almost entranced. His words, however complex to her conscious mind, linked somewhere deeper. She understood, certainly, what it meant to protect and who meant most to her. 

“Pein God of this world…” He said not impressed by her carefree attitude in the least. His purple eyes looked on her figure and thought she must have been a slave or prisoner. 

"G-god?!" Her eyes widened comically. "Pein is a God? Ooouh... sugoi!" She bounced on her feet, physically twitching with her efforts not to move to inspect him. He seemed rather serious, and the albino female thought he needed to smile.

Shinji watched the young girl, curiously, resisting the urge to check over his own shoulder for whatever had caught her attention. If anything had— perhaps she was just looking around. She didn’t seem familiar with the place at all, but was Rukongai foreign, too? Had she somehow come from the living world? She couldn’t really be an ordinary human if she could see him and function properly in their world. Unintentionally, his sights raised up to the sky as she made the dramatic gesture before lowering once more.

Nodding with an earnest look decorating her pale features, the girl seemed to suddenly realize this herself, and she quickly looked herself over, twisting this way and that to see if any part of her was injured. Peeking from beneath her arm, she announced with enthusiasm, "Shiro is fine!!"

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Taking a curious look around, the young female twisted her hands around in front of her, leaning back on her heels with a smile. "Nope! Shiro was just bored, and wanted someone to play with. But.." And she scuttled closer, peering at him from a sideways angle. "Who are you?" 

A bit startled, the female giggled awkwardly and walked to a bench near to where the two of them were currently standing, offering a small lollipop to the strange girl. “Hmm…I like watching Tatsuki-chan during her karate practice. And I tried joining the track team, but it is kind of boring. The Handicrafts Club suits me best.”

Skipping along after her new redheaded friend, Shiro paused and greedily accepted the sweet offered her, holding it up in the air and doing a twirl, singing, "Ahaa~ thanks Orihime Inoue! Shiro likes this flavor the best!" She hurriedly unwrapped it, staring at the plastic in her gloved hand momentarily before crumpling it up and tossing it like a basketball at the nearby trash receptacle. Nodding in turn to the other female's list, one thing caught her interest. "What is 'handicrafts'?"