A/N: Hello folks! I've been a yuri fan for a long time now, I've read wonderful yuri fanfics and seen a good number of yuri anime and the genre has me hooked. So I figured it was time that I started writing yuri fanfics myself, and what better start than one of the first yuri anime I've seen: Kannazuki no Miko. Now this is my first yuri and Kannazuki no Miko fanfic, so please go easy on me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kannazuki no Miko or all characters pertaining to it. Kannazuki no Miko and all characters related to it are property of Geneon entertainment.

Baked Hearts

Prologue

The small town of Mahoroba, Japan was a quiet town; very peaceful and secluded in a mountain region of the Nara prefecture. Since it's founding in the late 17th Century, the town has held a reputation for being the ideal spot where one wants to go for peace and quiet. That was part of the reason Himeko Kurusugawa was going there; she had been raised in the hustle and bustle city life in Tokyo most of her life. She had heard about the town after looking through a newspaper ad after wanting to transfer to a new school in some place quiet. Now she was on a train heading for that very town.

Staring out the window of her seat, she saw the mountains and hills pass by her reflection. Her violet-blue eyes stared back at her, framed by her oval-shaped face and long golden hair; her lips were in a small but happy smile as she saw the town come into view. It was not an easy transition for her, but she knew she would adapt to her new home. She then turned her attention to the notebook she held in her hand and began writing in it.

'Dear diary,

It's me again, and I can't believe it; I'm finally moving to Mahoroba! I'm so excited! My aunt and uncle were a little reluctant to allow me to go, but after some consideration, they finally said that I could go. After all, I am 16 years old and I'll be coming of age in a few years and I need to start looking after myself. Living in a small town like Mahoroba may just be the start I need for my new life.

I am a little sad that I'm leaving all my friends back in Tokyo behind, but I promised them that I would keep in close contact; especially Ogami-kun. I think he took the news of my leaving harder than everyone else; after all, we were childhood friends. He's always protected me and we even dated for a time. But we knew that kind of relationship wouldn't work out, so we decided to just remain friends. He feels more like a brother to me than anything else.'

Himeko paused in her writing and thought about the boy in question, Soma Ogami. One glance and one would say he looked like the ideal kind of boy any girl would want. Himeko herself was no exception to that; as she explained in her diary, they did date for a while. They went out, saw movies and had dinners together and yet no matter how well their relationship seemed, the two of them just didn't…click. In fact, they both told the other that it was best if they just stayed as friends and didn't go beyond that. The two of them were inseparable in that measure; some of their friends even joked that they seemed more like brother and sister than anything. Truth be told, ever since they were little, Soma had voluntarily placed himself into the roll of big brother in Himeko's life. Since Himeko was an only child, it made sense that she would need someone as an elder sibling; and Soma was that elder sibling, in a sense.

Shaking her head, Himeko went back to her diary and continued writing.

'Anyway, I couldn't believe the kind of town Mahoroba was when I found an ad about it in the newspaper a few months ago. I had forgotten what the ad was about, but after doing some research on Mahoroba, I made the choice to transfer there. Ever since I was little, I've always lived in the city; I really wanted a change in that kind of life style. But I am a little nervous, it will be the first time that I'll be living all by myself and the first time I'll be providing for myself too.

Ever since my parents died, I've lived with relatives and I appreciate everything they've done for me…except for a certain few. My aunt and uncle said that they would pay for my school funds, but I really want to handle it myself; that's why I hope I find myself a part time job while living in Mahoroba.'

The PA system chimed, catching Himeko's attention. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are now approaching Mahoroba station. The local time is 4:54 PM and the temperature is a balmy 22 degrees Celsius. If this is your final destination we ask that you make sure you check your baggage for any loose items that may have fallen out. We thank you for your time and hope you join us again in the future."

Himeko smiled and began to write the last few bits in her entry.

'Well, this is it, the station is coming up. So as soon as I walk through these train doors, my new life will officially begin.

Wish me luck,
Himeko'

With that, Himeko picked up her back pack, which she had stored in front of her, and placed her diary in it before zipping it closed. She took a moment to look at her reflection in the window again, and saw the buildings of the town pass by, along with the people living there. She adjusted the red bow in her hair and straightened out her school uniform that she wore from her previous school.

The train began to slow down and other passengers like her, who were getting off at Mahoroba, were gathering their belongings. As the train stopped, Himeko sat up and reached up to grab her suitcase she had packed for her trip. The PA welcomed them to Mahoroba and asked that they watch their step as they left the car. With a sigh, Himeko walked to the doors and stopped in front of them briefly.

'My new life begins today.'

With that, Himeko stepped off the train and towards her new life.

End of prologue

A/N: And that's the prologue of my new story. Now believe it or not, this story was actually inspired by a fanart I saw on Deviantart. But this is just the prologue; the first chapter will be soon. So please tell me what you think so far; I know it's short, but I promise that the chapters will be longer in the coming days.