Chapter 1
Sitting there silent, a male that looked no older than fifteen stared down at a rather old piece of paper he had slid out of his kimono sleeve pocket. It was now sitting infront of him on the ground of a dusty and rather broken down storehouse, a place where people would sit who have caused some sort of crime. Of course the crime this white haired male had committed was only helping the Kurosawa twins to escape, which he had even failed at that. He had broken his promise to his dead twin brother Mutsuki, he had failed at being a brother to his younger sister Chitose, and his ritual with his brother had failed. He sighed as he let his eyes lift from the paper and scan over the area where he now sat, a cell to hold criminals, his new home.
Itsuki let out a sigh as he lifted his head towards the little window at the back of the cell that held him, the only window in the storehouse. It was such a small room as well, and he just shook his head as he slowly stood to his feet. His feet were bare, his sandals and socks sitting off to the side having taken them off. He had blamed himself ever since the failed ritual, had told himself it was his fault all this had happened and in the end Sae and Yae still had to go through with it and it had succeeded, but how long was he to stay in there? He was still living in what would seem the past, thinking that someone would come and save him from whatever fate may befall him, but it had not happened.
A tear trailed down his pale cheek as he lowered his head, his white hair falling into his face to shield his face as he turned and sat back down against the wall, glancing around at the cell that confined him, outside the cell were two large doors locked from the outside and he knew if he were ever to pick that lock on the small door which you actually had to crouch to get through it once unlocked, he'd still have to find someway to unlock the larger doors, and that was impossible since the lock was on the outside. Sighing, the male let his head fall and he closed his eyes as he let his mind roam to the day of his and Mutsuki's ritual, a day that he just could not bare with. A memory stuck with him to this day.
As more tears began to spill from Itsuki's eyes he brought his hands up to his eyes, pressing his palms to his eyes as he cried out. "I'm sorry brother, I'm so sorry….I've failed and broken a promise….Mutsuki, please forgive me!" he cried out as more tears trailed down his cheeks, at least the ones that had escaped from the palms of his hands. He just wished this had turned out differently, in some other way that all four of them could live happily, no…five….Chitose, Mutsuki, Sae and Yae, as well as himself….the village he could care less for since this whole ritual was just stupid, it was vulgar and had turned him into a murderer, and now he was stuck here begging forgiveness from a dead sibling.
Unknown to him though, a young black haired male about the same age as Itsuki was coming down from Misono Hill. Dressed in a black sweater, a white t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans with tennis shoes, the male had black hair which hung just below his chin and he resembled Itsuki almost as if looking into a Mirror. His eyes scanned the area and one thought had gone through his head. "Itsuki…" With that thought, the male had continued forward and into the main village.