Shizuru's POV

I read thousands of romantic novels, those novels never ceased thoughts from entering my mind after reading one. I would consign myself with questions. Will I meet my true love under the rain? Or will my true love make my heart goes pounding? In high schools, owing to my family reputation, being the wealthiest resident in Japan, people regarded me highly; girls chasing after me, boys sent me love letters. However, none of them interest me.

I'm going to be earnest to you. Although being rich has its advantage, but I believed that money would not be able to buy back sorrow, happiness and death. People turned every corner of the art depending on money than on living well. Sometimes I wished that I could just break through that prison and fly away like a Superwoman. I wished that I am not the heiress of Fujino Corporation, sitting in that suffocating office ambushed with millions of document. How boring would that life be! Not to mention what kind of life I am living right now. Everything is limited, no freedom at all.

One of these days, I'm going ran away from home. That is a promise that I made for myself.

End POV

Both feet stepped on the white sand, a rush of gala blew through my face, just listening to the sound of waves. How comfortable! I was left alone in this beach. But of course, I would prefer this feeling. As I kept walking, I saw a terraced house, stationed at the top of hill. How could someone live in such a place? Without thinking, I started toward the isolated terrace. Looking around, a brunette appeared standing a few meters away from the house. Struck by her beauty, I stopped my pace, enjoying the view as her hair flew behind her back.

The first time in my life, I found hard to breathe as her crimson eyes stared at me, as though something hard stepped on my lung.

Natsuki…Natsuki…

Someone calling out my name, whirling around my surrounding, not even a soul could be seen, even the brunette seemed to vanish into the thin air. I slightly slapped myself on the face. Is this magic?

Natsuki…Natsuki-chan…

"Natsuki! Natsuki! Wake up!"

Suddenly, a blue-haired girl sat up from her bed, panting heavily, "What the hell? This brunette kept appearing in my dreams."

"Natsuki! Wake up and get dressed! You're going to get late!" shouted a voice outside of the door, knocking loudly, as if trying to break through the door.

"I am!" yelled Natsuki as she threw the blanket over her.

Realizing there was no time left, Natsuki quickly get dressed and raced down the stairs, running toward the limousine as the chauffeur opened the door for her. Natsuki breathe slowly as she leaned backward. Closing her eyes, feeling the limousine moved.

"Here," said a man with concern as he gave a sandwich and a bottle of juice to Natsuki. The blue-haired girl opened her eyes and took the refreshment from her coach. "Thanks."

Natsuki gazed out of the glass window, caught a glance of a group of children clapping over a successfully build sandcastle. The corner of her lip curved into a smile. For a few minutes, her smile was overtaken by a sigh.

"Who is she?" mumbled Natsuki.

The coach noticed the girl seemed to be possessed by a ghost, waving a hand in front of her. "Natsuki have you been playing too much of PS2?"

Natsuki smiled at her coach while shaking her head, closing her eyes, an image of a brunette appeared in her mind. Why do I keep seeing you? Who are you?

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Final National Athlete Competition!"

The whole stadium was filled with excitement; everyone eagerly waiting for the most thrilling event to happen. Apart away from the stadium, a limousine arrived at the main gate. The door was opened by a chauffeur and an athlete stepped out from the car, donning a broad smile while waving at the crowds, attracting reporters and photographers' attention.

"Tokiha-san, how do you feel about this final competition? Tokiha-san, are you pressurize by the famous Kuga Natsuki is your today rival? Tokiha san…Tokiha san…"

Tokiha Mai remained her smile as the crowd of people were wooing at her. "I had to admit that I feel nervous today but I will do my best. Also, I am looking forward to the race with Kuga Natsuki, th-"

Before Mai was going to speak, a limousine interrupted her speech. She smiled as she knew who came to her view. "Kuga Natsuki."

The blue-haired girl stepped out of the limousine, without even walking a few steps away from the luxury car, Natsuki was surrounded by the reporters and photographers. Unlike Mai, Natsuki was not a sociable person; she pushed past the crowds, ignoring questions which bombarded on her, with the coach struggling walking behind her.

Natsuki looked at Mai with the corner of her emerald eyes, indifferent of the girl's gesture as she paced past her. Throughout the journey toward the changing room, Natsuki's left brow was twitching, being irritated by the sight of those gossipers, filled Natsuki with disgust. Especially when there was once a high school girl tried to break through her room window, caught the blue haired girl half naked, becoming to main page of the newspaper.

Finally entering the changing room, Natsuki collapsed on a bench, trying to catch her breath. A high school girl, who hated to be squashed like a marshmallow within the crowd, engenders her to feel nauseous.

All I concern was just getting first in the finals, desiring to enter the Olympics, the rest; I will just leave them rot itself.

"Hey sprinter, be ready within ten minutes," said the coach.

Natsuki pushed herself up from the bench, rubbed her face with both hands. Fortunely, that bitch is not here to increase my depression.

"Well, well, well, feeling down? I bet you are," said a sarcastic voice.

Oh no, not again, here comes the bitch

Natsuki tried to walk past the girl but was knocked by her right shoulder. "I'm gonna kick your ass today, Natsuki-chan."

The blue-haired girl smirked and ambled out of the changing room. She unzipped her jacket and passed it to her coach. Looking around the stadium, the pandemonium of those spectators intensified her dizziness, rubbing her temple with her palm, realizing sweats pouring down her face. Come on Natsuki, you can do it.

"Natsuki, just concentrate, look toward your goal," said the coach with a smile.

"Calling for 100m dash female participators."

As Natsuki paced towards the track, Mai smiled and waved at her, but was ignored by the emerald-eyed girl. At this rate, the countenance of the sprinter was turning to be like a strict teacher, who shows no mercy to notorious students, serious and frightening. Readying at the dashing position, fingers attached to the rough ground, both emerald eyes fixed at the final destination, oblivious to the screaming of spectators, until,

Bang!

There was a roar of excitement from the spectators as the runners dashed. Those two emerald eyes never once left the fixed point, regardless whether she was leading or not, clutching both fists, tightening her jaw, her breathing increased. Not knowing what happened, her legs started to get heavy, like metal rods tying around her ankle, decreasing her speed. Shit, what happening to me?

Widening both eyes, feeling her legs could not hold the weight, her whole body hit downward on the track, as the other runners ran past her. Natsuki turned on her back while closing her eyes, a warm blood trickling down her cheeks.

Natsuki…Natuski…

Who are you?

Natuski…Natsuki-chan!