One

A week passed, Shiraname continued as guardian, leaving every morning and every afternoon to take care of the entrance of souls, returning to the house in the early evening. The young Nishihara, sad as it was, was always waiting for him at the same time always getting it carefully with a shy smile, however, the boy did not correspond almost all times, except when he had the opportunity to arrive early than usual, the fact that the girl could not guess and, therefore, was always whore by surprise.

  If you look closely, their coexistence was peaceful. The two did not talk often, however, a company made for each other in moments of silence. They were in the woods or on the balcony, watching the stars and the moon, which shone sutimente for them. Both understood when they had an impasse and the rare times, walked around the house by the keeper.
  On another day, Nishihara placed in the living room at the time Shiraname come. The house was smelling biscuits, cup cakes, among other treats and she was wearing an apron that had any trace of flour and chocolate over lavender dress. The black hair was fastened to a braid well made and wore shoes in the same color of the dress.

  The clock on the wall marked six hours, the exact time Guardian arrive. Six and forty-cino afternoon. Seven hours. Shiraname had not yet arrived and the girl was getting worried. He had never been late and certainly something bad happened.
  A few more minutes passed and Nihihara was already crying with fear and concern when he hears the door open. It was the young boy who was injured, however, with a half smile on his face to return. The girl, unconscious, threw herself into his arms, glad he finally returned home.
- Sorry to have worried you. I had some problems with invaders and why I was late. - He held the girl's hand, she wanted to heal his wounds - I'm fine, do not worry about me.
- These wounds will get worse if I do not cure them, please let me heal them. - Her gaze was pleading and Shiraname failed to prohibit. - I do not really know you, but I want and I'll take care of you.

  In a few minutes, he was completely cured and separated from the girl, who was standing before him, his face rosy, embarrassed. Soon, he broke the silence of the room sucking air profundamete, catching the scent of cookies that the girl had left on the coffee table. - I hope I have not missed the afternoon coffee.
- I think not. - She replied, smiling - are still hot.

  Shiraname smiled even bigger and accompanied the girl to have breakfast, which was arranged on the table, overlooking the vast horizon.