On a fateful night in the alleys of Tokyo, a three-year-old alien girl with pale skin in a tattered sweater searched another trashcan for food. When she spotted two drunkards approaching, she hurried to hide in her damp cardboard box. Pressing her small frame against the wet cardboard, the smell of mold and refuse engulfed her. 

Her heart raced as the drunkards' shouting and laughter echoed around her. With trembling fingers, she retrieved a crumpled sandwich from her pocket, salvaged from a nearby bin earlier, and took a small bite, savoring the stale bread from starvation.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed in the alley, snapping her from her brief daze. Shadows approached as at least two figures stumbled closer, their slurred voices laced with malice. Clutching her knees into her chest, the footsteps halted outside her hiding place, she held her breath. 

The men chatted, one kicking a stray can that clatter down the alley with a loud clang: "Come out, y'little freak." One slurred, "And ya will be given a treat.~" His comment made her shiver in disgust when another one snickered, "Sh'must be hiding right in there again!" 

The alien girl's heart sank, knowing that it wasn't the first time it happened; she squeaked in fear when they started tearing down the wet carton box she had been hiding in and yanked her out by her black hair. She continued struggling and kicking in a desperate attempt to escape, but it worked only briefly before they threw her against the wall. 

Being splashed into a puddle of dirty water, she slowly tries to get up only to be punched in the stomach by one of the drunkards; She coughed up blood after the impact as tears streamed down her face as she scurried back against the wall.

"P-Please, don't h-hurt me, sirs!" She pleaded. Before they could do anything to her, a red laser came from above shot and burned the human drunkards; Causing them to scream in agony and pain until they were turned to ashes. It left the little alien girl speechless at what just happened when a floating metal man suddenly floated down before her. 

Initially frightened, she tried to get up and flee but couldn't move when he revealed that he wasn't going to harm her. Although his vibrating voice calmed down her fear, it still lingered, when she later found out that his name was Bemular: "Child, may I ask what your name is?" "I...I don't remember it... Only that I woke up inside a small circle pod."

"Hmm, I should have known." Those words confused her. 

"Why, B-Bemular...sir?" She shyly asked.

Bemular's eyes dimmed a bit as if narrowing his gaze at the little alien child in curiosity, making her anxious and eager to know her name, in front of him before he knelt on one knee to be in eye-level contact with her and spoke: "It appears that you don't remember then." 

"R-Remember?" She tilted her head to the side but winced at the injury she had on her neck, of course, it troubled Bemular but slowly placed his metallic hand over her forehead while a bright beam of light shined into her eyes as memories flooded into her, " 'Your name is Katsuna, daughter of Mikto and Itidasha." 

He continues, " 'You were born on the planet Xandar, your parents were the rulers of that planet and no more resources or...hope remained for your people. It was an unfortunate cause, your planet's once-vibrant planet had grown dim and is now destroyed as crumbling memories of its glory have been forgotten. Unfortunately... your kind and the planet were already dying.

" 'As a recent newborn, your parents knew the risks and the time came when the final decision rested upon their shoulders...they were going to send you to Earth." Bemular shows little Katsuna everything that goes on before and after what her parents were doing, a scene of their remaining people creating something small: " 'They gathered everything you needed for the journey, as well as creating a small escape pod as a newborn infant. Leaving you..." 

"As the last living Xandarian to ever exist on Earth.' "

Bemular finishes his explanation, removes his metallic hand from little Katsuna's forehead, and observes her fickle emotions ranging from joy to pain and sorrow—not from injuries, but from the loss of her kind and parents. This had a profound impact on her, who began to cry quietly, hoping the humans on the other side wouldn't notice her sorrow. 

The metal robotic man experienced a pang of compassion witnessing the profound grief of the small alien girl. Kneeling beside her as a solemn presence in the shadows, Bemular then had an idea: 

"I humbly apologize for this sudden news, child," He paused before he continued, "But for now, I want to offer a proposition...if you wish to hear me out." 

Katsuna stopped crying, turning with a confused yet eager expression as she hesitantly asked, "W-What kind of proposition are you offering, Bemular... sir?" "Xandarians are known for their 'gifts,' " He responded in a soft, deep voice: "But from what I've observed, you don't seem to possess any." 

"N-No, Bemular sir..." With a sad frown, Katsuna reflects on her troubled past and how she arrived here. She understands the significance of 'gifts' and their reception. When an Xandarian infant is born, a star enters their dreams, granting access to their awakening in life. However, if a Xandarian infant is born without their 'gifts,'......the shadow of Evil power looms heavy over their future. 

These infants, known as the Giftless, are often marked by a bright glowing scar that sets on both sides of the cheeks. To be Giftless is to navigate a world laden with the weight of expectations and disappointments; it is a path strewn with thorns, each step reminding them of the abilities that should have been displayed.

Katsuna felt disappointed, but Bemular seemed confident there was a way to help her. "But there is a way you can return them."

"How, Bemular... sir?" she asked.

"In due time, child..." He firmly patted her head and then quickly glanced to his right. The rain had stopped, and the night sky had cleared up, with stars shining brightly above them. However, their moment was abruptly interrupted when a blonde man in his twenties, wearing only jeans and a grey t-shirt, noticed them and hurried over. "For now, I must go... we will meet again, Katsuna." 

At that moment, Katsuna realized someone was approaching and tried to follow Bemular, but he vanished into thin air before she could even reach him. Stunned, she was jolted back to reality by the blonde man, a human, who came running towards her and asked, "Hey, you... okay?" He noticed the bruises on her legs, her wet messy long hair, and her tattered sweater, Katsuna flinched at the sound of the stranger's voice. 

The blonde man's expression softened, but the remnants of fear still held her captive, "Hey, it's alright," he said, kneeling to her level, his blue eyes searching hers for any sign of understanding. 

"I'm not here to hurt you. Just... just wanted to make sure you're okay." The alien girl hesitated, her mind racing with the events that had just unfolded. The memory of Bemular's presence lingered in her thoughts, but the weight of her past still clung to her like the moisture in the air.

"I... I'm fine," she managed to whisper, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her. 

The blonde man raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced: "Fine? You look like you've been through hell," he replied gently, glancing at the bruises that marred her skin and the dirt caked in her hair. "What happened? Did those guys hurt you?"

Katsuna's heart raced again at the mention of the drunkards. She shook her head vigorously, trying to dismiss the memory, but the pain in her stomach reminded her all too vividly. "N-No... I just... I was hiding." 

"But why were you hiding?" he pressed with a genuinely concerned look, "You shouldn't have to hide from anyone."

She looked down. 

"I don't belong here on Earth, s-sir..." she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm... I'm lost."

The blonde man observed her, his expression changing from concern to determination. "I don't know what you're going through, but you don't have to face it alone. I also help others like you who want to fit in right."

Katsuna looked up, her doe-grey-shaped eyes wide with a flicker of hope. "Help me?"

"Yeah," he said, smiling and offering his hand. "I know it's scary, but I can take you to safety. You don't have to stay in this alley."

She hesitated, glancing back at the shadows. The promise of safety reassured her, recalling what Bemular had said about her powers.

With a deep breath, Katsuna reached out and took his hand, her small fingers trembling against his warmth. "O-Okay... I'll go with you."

The blonde man smiled softly, relief evident on his face as he helped her up. "Great. Let's get you cleaned up and out of here." He removed his jacket and wrapped it around her before lifting her effortlessly in his strong arms. As Katsuna felt the warmth of his embrace, Bemular's voice echoed in her mind, urging her to believe in the possibility of returning the gifts she thought she never had.

"By the way," the man said, glancing at her, "I'm Jack. What's your name?"

She hesitated for a moment, the name Bemular had given her still fresh in her memory. "I... I think my name is Katsuna."

"Katsuna," he repeated, a smile spreading across his face. "That's a pretty name." His compliment made her blush, "T-Thank you..." Her reaction made him chuckle before they stepped out of the alley and into the bustling streets of Alien City, Katsuna felt a strange mix of fear and excitement. 

The world around her was alive with lights and sounds, a stark contrast to the darkness she had known. For the first time in years, she felt hopeful that everything would be fine. Katsuna had grown into a shy, yet rebellious and independent Xandarian, raised by her adoptive Uncle Jack.

Ah! Right, I was talking about how Moroboshi and Katsuna met. 

Well, let me show you.