I got up like a spring from the bed, I was lying down, I couldn't breathe properly and I felt cold, very cold. I looked at the window, it was closed, I looked at my body, nothing out of the ordinary, I was still wearing the same old pajama that Mom gave me, Maria and Shirabe when we left the white walls of the FIS.

I let myself fall to my previous position by extending my arms and legs, this bed feels so big –and any other– if Shirabe is not sleeping with me and hugging me, it also feels so ... lonely.

Paying more attention to my environment I noticed that it was raining and that it was so windy that my window made as much noise as if it were going to come out of its place. I turned my head back to the ceiling and then covered my face with my right hand, I sighed, it would be better to wet my face and distract myself a bit before going back to sleep.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I could see that I would soon be 17, or well, according to the FIS, my body was similarly developed than Hibiki-san –or even more– and she is supposed to be older. Things like these sometimes make me wonder if that really is my real age, what would really be my real name, where I really am from. Now standing in front of the bathroom mirror that we all share, I take the loose hair of my bangs between my fingers, blond and wavy, not black and straight like Shirabe's. I approach the mirror looking at my green eyes, I could easily say that I am a Japanese and that I treat my hair if it were not for the shape of my eyes, the same way that Maria's eyes, a foreigner, and other shared features have, as well be almost imperceptible, in our faces that make us different from Shirabe, from Tsubasa-san, from Hibiki-san, Miku-san and everyone around us maybe except Chris-Senpai, because she was a perfect mix between the foreigner and what Japanese

The deep voice with an angry tone speaking the same language with which the alchemists sang the first time before invoking the snake that is not yet disappears from my head. I also listen to another more affectionate voice that speaks to me, but I don't understand what is that she's is telling me, it is a different language, but, it makes me feel calm, it sprouts me a calm like the one Maria gives me and, for some reason, I feel that language as not totally unknown.

I dip my face with the water from the sink and clean myself with the towel on the side. The best thing is go back to sleep, although Shirabe I doubt that I will achieve it. Her warmth wraps me up on this kind of nights. I want the top brass to stop monitoring us, then Shirabe will be able again to return to my room, I don't like being away from her.

I stopped in front of my room where, even with all the darkness, it shines my name: Akatsuki Kirika.


AN.

Here it is the prologue of my new fanfic (if you wonder what will happen with "product" it'll be back again in new year) where the protagonist is Kirika and a crazy theory of what could be her life before de FIS thanks to the inspiration in my classes of Universal History and the songs Tegami and Okitegami.

Obviously the extension of the chapters will not be the same of this and I don't know how long I'll take writting them.

By the way, what do you think.

TN.

Yeah, yeah... I'm getting into debt I alredy know, but this seems so interesting and was short so...

Keep waiting for Seductions this week.

See ya'

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