Prologue
It was late at night and the rain was pounding on the roof, hard. He hated it. It hurt his head. The pounding was enough to hurt anyone's head. Why did it hurt so badly.
He slumped on the low table and breathed in deep. It was very humid outside and he knew the wasn't good for breathing. the air was so hot he couldn't breathe very well.
Why did the rain hate him so. It beat at him with it's hot claws. This was what he deserved, the voice in his head said, You deserve this, because it's all your fault.
Who is this? He shouted to the voice, Who are you.
I'm you. don't you understand. He began to see it. that was how it was. The voice didn't belong to anyone else. It only belonged to him.
To him… the words seemed to echo. Then there was a clap of thunder and the pain exploded in his head. He cried out in pain. Why didn't anyone notice, why wasn't anyone there for him? Why was he alone through this godforsaken storm?
Then a voice from the world outside his head came, "It's alright. Does your head hurt?"
That was right. They knew he was important. They knew that he needed care. At least Kureno knew, Akito Sohma was important.