It was almost surreal, the gentle sound of water filling a tub and the muffled sound of people celebrating outside contrasting each other. Standing in the room clad in a perfectly white kimono, the first time she ever wore one… and soon to be the last.

Months of attempting to adapt, to persevere and to live… she was tired of it. No matter how hard she tried, she just could not deal with it anymore. The only things that helped her keep a balance on her life were her friends and savior.

Sadly, all of her friends were out of the village on extended missions and her savior had been utterly swamped recently between village duty and handling paperwork concerning the festival. The last two weeks had been akin to a hell and she was just too tired to keep going.

Gently turning off the tap water, she moved to get into the tub. Clutching the tool to her chest, the girl of 14 calmed her breathing as she prepared to finish what she had decided to start that night.

Lifting a leg slowly… she almost had one leg in before she heard the slam of a door and the sound of someone moving around in her apartment. She had purposely left her door unlocked of course, she wanted someone to come in and find her tomorrow. Tomorrow… but not tonight.

"Shit…" the girl cursed to herself while rolling her eyes and carefully moved towards where she heard the sounds. She had well trained ears and caught the sounds moving to her bedroom. It was likely a drunk of some kind hoping to have a good night, not that the rest of his night would be anything enjoyable now.

Moving slowly and surely, she rotated the sharp instrument into and underhand position. Oddly, the intruder had closed the door to her room. Steeling her nerves and focusing her thoughts, the girl used a shunshin to appear inside the room next to her bed.

Originally she was going to stab somewhere that wasn't a mortal wound, perhaps drag HIM to the tub and torture him a bit. It was a sick addiction, she knew it. But being able to release her frustrations on interrogation victims was one of her ways of coping after all… everyone was different.

What she saw huddled on her bed however, stopped her short of doing anything else. A kid, who couldn't be more than 6 years old, was shivering on the bed. Covers pulled up and around him. She could clearly spot bruise marks on the kids face… and were those scars?

A mess of blond moved to look towards the figure that had just appeared in the room. A figure clad in a beautiful white kimono suddenly appeared out of nowhere. She had purple hair that fell down slightly past her shoulders and almost looked like flowing silk framing her face. Lastly were her chocolate brown eyes that stared down at the boy…

Innocent blue eyes the color of the sky locked with hers for mere seconds before the boy spoke. The words would shake her life forever… "Wow… are you an angel?"

A/N

A bit of a teaser for the first experiment chapter, short and easy. I plan for the next one to be at least 3,000 words, 6 times the length of this 500 one.