Hello, whoever's reading~

Before you start reading, read my little notes first.

I'm a little rusty with fanfic writing. No, really rusty xD. The first fic I wrote was when I was in second grade (when YYH was still out ;n;) and it got some pretty good reviews. However, the site (not saying what) mysteriously deleted my fic so I was, for lack of a better term, pissed. But anyway, I'm trying to hone my fan fiction writing skills yet again while I actually can ^^.

Please, don't flame this fic just because it's a KuramaOC fic. I just can't really picture him in a romantic relationship with any of the canon girls in the series. And besides, some really good fics, not just Kurama, are really good and the main boy is paired with an original character. I really don't want to see stuff in my inbox saying "BLAHBLAHBLAH SHE'S SUCH A MARY-SUE BLAH BLAH BLAH THIS FIC BLOWS BECAUSE IT ISN'T KURAMAxSO AND SO! FANGIRL(or boy..?) SMAASH!" because that'll just make me upset and not want to write.

This fic will be rated T for now. I might do a lime/lemon scene if someone is willing to help me since I'm not good with writing out naughty things. Also, reviews are just another online code word for LOVE! So... send me some.

I hope you enjoy the first chapter! Please send reviews, critiques (don't be too harsh!), and love.

Forever yours,

Miss Psycho

~The Girl in the Water~

Chapter 1

I've always loved the water. Lakes, ponds, no matter what, I'll love it as long as I can swim. However, my favorite place to go will always be the ocean. The cool, gentle caress of the waves moving so gracefully past me. The salty tang of ocean water on the tip of my tongue. The beautiful cerulean color of the sea on a clear, sunny day...

To me, it is heaven.

However, the sea, my personal heaven on Earth, can be a cruel, terrible, dangerous place. A storm would turn that once perfect, crystal-clear water turns into a grey battleground. Giant waves crash against anything, everything, in their path, sucking their victims into the murky depths in a complete domination. Boats, buoys, everything is marred in its wake. I am used to this battle, though, for I have lived to see the true cruelty of the ocean. In fact, I have been able to wield that terrific force for myself...

...But that story can wait for another day, and I have all the time in the world to tell it. Do not worry, I will tell you if you do just one thing for me: listen. However, I cannot just begin with that. I think the best place to start...

...is the beginning.

That same scene always played, every night, for a very long time.

It was raining heavily, but she didn't care. The fog was so thick, she could barely see the road before her, but she just kept running. Down the rain-slicked streets, through alleys, over some low fences. She didn't care what happened to her as long as she reached her destination in time. Icy-blue hair stuck to her forehead, a soaked white gown clung to her body. She was looking for someone. Someone important. And she knew exactly where that someone would be. Horrible thoughts of what could be happening to this person ran through her mind, worrying her more and making her need to run faster.

Then, from a little ways down the road, she saw it.

First, the cloud of smoke.

Then, fire.

Her home.

Their home.

Burning.

With him inside...

She couldn't move. She couldn't even breathe. Paralyzed. "No," she choked, slowly dragging herself closer to the burning building. The girl fell to her knees, tears mixing with the pelting rain as a sob shook her frail body. A shrill cry tore through the pitter-patter of the rain, followed by a low rumble of thunder. Desperately, the girl tried to move, but something was stopping her...

Celia woke up to the annoying buzz that was her alarm clock. She hit the snooze button and yawned.. "Who is that girl?" she sighed as she picked up her alarm clock. It read 9:34 'I need to get ready,' she thought, placing the electronic back on her night stand. Japan was a completely different place from Italy. It was like a constant clash of feudal, kimono-clad past and the technological present, unlike her simple, seaside home in Italy. Standing up, Celia frowned. "I miss my old house," she whined. 'Well... at least my parents got us a house close to the water,' she thought, sighing inwardly as she looked around her new room. Boxes and furniture were neatly arranged according to where things would be her room as well as in the rest of the house, which she shared with her brother. Their parents stayed in Italy to watch over their clothing business. Luckily, the house the siblings' mother and father gave them was not small, nor was it too big.

After a bit of cleaning in her room, Celia padded quietly into the bathroom and closed the door for a quick shower. Unfortunately, it didn't go as "quick" as she had hoped. While toweling her hair dry, she stood in front of the mirror. "At least the neighbors aren't weird," she mused, brushing the little tangles out of her brown hair. Today, she would be meeting with her newfound friend and neighbor, Shuichi, to go sightseeing. 'He said he'd be bringing some friends, too,' the Italian thought happily as she tied the straps of her powder-blue sun dress behind her neck. 'I wonder what they're like...' she thought, grabbing a pair of white sandals she set on the floor before she showered before heading downstairs to accompany Romano in the kitchen.

"About time you came down, sorellina," Romano huffed, dishing out his and his sibling's breakfast. "What time is Shuichi picking you up?"

"Good morning to you too," Celia said sarcastically, taking a seat at the table. "He's coming at around ten, ten thirty ("Then you better hurry up, missy."). Why don't you come along?" She asked, lazily dragging her fork in a small circle next to her plate.

"Because I have things to do today!" The elder boy exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. "You should be thankful I let even let you go! You should be helping me unpack!"

"You don't have complete control over me, you jerk. Only Mamma does. And you both said I needed to make new friends, right?" Celia said, sticking her tongue out at her brother. After taking a bite of eggs, she looked back up at her brother.

"By the way, the eggs came out good."

"Thanks."

After their small exchange, breakfast had calmed down to a serene silence. When both of the twins were finished eating, Celia offered to do the dishes so her brother could start unpacking. While she was putting the last dish on the drying rack, Celia heard a soft knock on the door. Quickly glancing at the clock, she decided that it had to be Shuichi. "I'm coming!" She called out to whoever was on the other side of the door.