(AUTHOR'S NOTE: chapter contains some morbid description. Do Not read if you don't like these things.)

Prologue

His shaky hands tightened on the phone. "So, you've finally decided to return home?" an excited voice demanded.

There was a pause, "Very soon, Ichijo, I'll be back for sure."

"I'm glad," Ichijo said softly down the phone, his voice less shaken, "a lot has happened recently and I can't cope anymore."

"No one can ever cope with death, but Ichijo I need you to stay calm and look after her."

Ichijo breathed, "we'll be waiting. Please hurry, Kaname."

Rain pelted down from the vast dark-night sky. In every corner of this empty street, the drops of water hitting concrete floor seemed to echo in a furocious way, as if a monster resided in it. The umbrella clumsily held above the girl leant towards her front, leaving tips of her long brown hair dripping from cold rain. Her posture remained delicate with each step she took; towards the familiar house at the end of the street. There was a faint buzzing from her coat pocket and she stopped walking for the second, to retrieve her vibrating phone. She flicked it open and the caller ID read, Ichijo Takuma. She pressed a few buttons and her absense notice was what answered him.

"Heya! This is Yuuki Cross, I mean not me, because I'm away or busy at the mo. You're unlucky, but I'll be generous enough to let you leave me a message..."

There was a two second beeping noise. She waited.

Ichijo finally spoke, his voice frantic, "Yuuki, where are you? I went to pick you up from your lesson and they said you already left. What's going on? Why aren't you picking up? Where are you?"

There was a few seconds pause before Ichijo spoke again, "we're best friends Yuuki, you, me and Kaname. No matter what happens."

He hung up. Yuuki closed her mobile and slipped it back into her coat pocket. "I'm sorry Ichijo," she whispered. She stared down the road she was going to take. The same feeling of familiarity came back to her. This was the road to her home, a path she's walked on countless occassions from and to as a child. She continued to walk again. The rain splattering down heavier. She stopped, finally in front of her house. Memories flooded back to her. The joyful memory of her and her father, Kaien Cross, who would wait for her everyday to arrive home from school, wearing a flowery apron with flour on his face.

Yuuki clenched the umbrella with increasing frustration, as she looked at the place now. The grass already grown long, surrounded the wild-like flowers. The tormenting remains of the long strip of blue and white, that once wrapped around her entire house, marking it as a murder scene, now lay on the ground. The darkness and lifeless atmosphere, which merges the building into the night, told everyone this house has no inhabitants anymore. As quickly as the happy memories filled her, the tearing painful facts played out to her again. She closed her eyes, listening to the merciless rain, and it flashed before her once more...

...the handle of the front door was broken. The living room, kitchen, hallway; everywhere was completely messed up and torn apart. Smashed glass from the TV, windows, ripped pieces of furniture and a bloody trail that led from up the stairs back down to the entrance. And in the last room up-stairs, there was the prize. A locked room, when opened, revealed its deep scratched walls that was drenched red and the carpets, which soaked in this colour, was now a pond of blood. Laying hideously on the floor was a headless woman dressed in a wedding dress. Her bruised body stabbed by a thousand knives, and twisted. Near her foot was the amputated left arm, in where there was a scrunched note held in the dead hand. It read: Yuuki, I'm on a big case, I shall be away for awhile, Kaien....

Yuuki opened her eyes. That memory was all 7 months ago. After the discovery of that unidentifiable woman's body in her home, she was interrogated by the police. They believed her father had committed the brutal murder. A search took place, but her father nor the head of that woman was ever found. After 5 months they closed the file, making it an unsolved case, unable to do anything more. Yuuki never returned to this house ever since. Today, was his birthday. "Where are you Kaien Cross? You fail as a father."

Yuuki walked to the entrance, her light touch caused the unlocked door to creak open. She dropped her umbrella in the hallway. Although it was very dark, she could still see clearly where the rooms were. It was empty now like the streets. There was no furniture or anything left. Unable to hold in her misery, she burst into tears, "till now...I-I still don't believe you did it, father. Come back...come back Kaien..."

Her crying seemed endless, seemed to stretch on into the night. A soothing sound suddenly drifted into the hallway, where Yuuki crouched, waking her senses. Her body trembled as she gazed up the stairs. Strange, she thought, the sound of a piano playing, but there shouldn't be anyone here. She got up and started to tip-toe up the stairs, trying to make as little noise as possible. It was definite. The notes played from a paino became louder. A sad and depressing melody but to Yuuki, it sounded special. She paused at the top of the stairs. The last room, it was coming from the last room. Her heart began to race. Her mind and all her common sense was telling her to run. There wasn't a need to witness anything bad in that room again, but it was impossible, her body moved on its own, closer and closer to the music that pulled her in. Arriving at the door, she inhaled and slowly pushed it open...