Yenderchan

   You let out a big heavy sigh as you sat yourself under the shade of a tree in a far-away hill. You plucked out a small piece of bread from a small pouch and began to nibble on the edge of it's crust. A cold breeze blew by, and you shivered under the baggy, tattered shirt you wore. You didn't eat little because you wanted to, you ate little because it's the only thing you had.    "Even if I steal for a living...I doubt I'd even last..." As you thought to yourself, a young boy at the age of nine with navy blue hair, ran up to you and spoke in a happy cheerful voice.    "Hi there! My name is Ciel! Father and Mother brought me to a picnic!