Hi this is my first fanfic, I know the prologue is always the most boring part of the story but please keep reading and let me know what you all think!
A Mortal Infatuation
Prologue
Kimieka Hideki accepted the small award after offering a polite bow to the Headmistress; she was after all half Japanese and removed herself from the stage, ignoring the spiteful glances from the pampered faces thrown her way. No words of congratulations were whispered to her as she found her seat amongst the rest of the graduating middle schoolers, which suited Kimieka just fine. She found she was not the best in most social situations and refrained from the pursuit of any friendships. It was not that she was shy, rather she thought herself remarkably self assured compared to most girls her age. It was more that she found it quite of a useless endeavour. You could never be certain how long a precious person would be around for after all. That was the simple truth of it. Besides Kimeika did not have any spare time to waste on such endeavours, her studies were almost overwhelming and would only grow when she entered high school. All the better.
As the rest of the closing ceremony finally ended, and the rows of seated parents and students became less and less, Kimieka found herself unnaturally tired. Thinking the long nights of extracurricular studies had finally caught up with her she made to retire to her dorm room, where her belongings had already been packed; ready for the orphanage where she would stay until the start of the new school year. Before she had left the presentation hall she felt suddenly faint-God have I forgotten to eat again?
Her vision started to blurr. No she distinctly remembered eating some of the buffet from earlier that night. Had she pushed herself too hard with her studies and was now paying the consequences? She refused to acknowledge she was that weak, and took the rest of the steps to exit the hall.
"My dear, are you feeling quite alright?"
It was almost startling to hear someone speak Japanese so fluently, particularly in a country like America and Kimieka stumbled to face the voice. A toad. Well at least that is what the woman looked like; with skin so brown and wrinkled it resembled a discarded, used paper bag left to itself. She had a strange appearance, almost as if it was contrived, with her frayed, wizened hair pulled in place by a wooden ornament; successfully resembling a dango. She was clearly Japanese though and dressed her shrunken and decrepit figure in a silken Kimono so exquisite that Kimieka found herself slightly jealous of it.
Realising the old woman was waiting for her reply, Kimieka quickly offered a nod before pushing herself forward in hope to continue her short route to the dorms. Her knees however buckled in protest and she found herself slunk across the timber floor, her legs completely disobeying any order to rise. In fact she found any thought process at the moment almost impossible. She only watched dumbly as the Toad woman hobbled towards her and pressed a thumb to her temple. She faintly noticed the peculiar sensation of invisible water washing over her from the contact, and if she was in her right state of mind would find the feeling alarming.
"Don't worry dear, Oha Asa will take care of you" was the last thing Kimeika heard before the floor was swept up from underneath her and her world went blank.