Forgetting Forever

Renee Serina (Kylie) – 17; senior
Lorenzo Romano – 18; senior
Yuki Kanai – 17; senior (girl)
Akio Hano – 18; senior (guy)
Hana Kanai – 14; freshman (girl)
Kamlyn Hamaski – 16; junior (girl)
Maiya Aoki – 16; junior (girl)
Reiko Taji – 18; senior (guy)

(In Japan, they don't say Mrs. or Mr., they say Sensei. Btw I'm talking about their teachers xD)

Sensei Mochizuki – 27; math teacher (girl)
Sensei Nakada – 24; science teacher (guy)
Sensei Kiyabu – 36; PE teacher (guy)
Sensei Satoshi – 25; home room/English (girl)

Taya – girl
Yuriko – boy
Atoshi – boy
Donovan – boy
Lea – girl
Adelaide – girl

Chapter One

I feel Dante's hands on my shoulders and smile. I turn onto my back and squint at the sunlight. He kisses me lightly on the lips then kisses my shoulder. God, I am going to miss summer.

Finishing my last few months of school in Australia was, for the most part, boring. I didn't only marry Dante so I wouldn't be put in foster care; I married him because I loved him, more than anything.
He doubted that for a while, but I don't think he does anymore. He's all I have left.

Also, apparently when my parents died, that triggered my Kitsune gene, so Dante helped my with quarter moons. Turning was relatively painless and lasted only a few hours. I also helped Dante deal with his pain while turning. His turn was definitely more painful than mine, but he wasn't violent at all and he rested his head on my lap the whole time.

He also told me he wanted me to finish my senior year in Japan. Kobe, Japan to be exact. He's moving there with me, since he has enough inheritance from his father, and I'll be attending a local school, one that wearing school uniforms is mandatory. I'm going to miss wearing bikinis every day.

I'm also going to miss being at our home with him, all the damn time. I've grown accustom to waking up next to him and just spending lazy days with just the two of us.

He says a Kitsune feels more at home in Japan, so I should spend a little time there. Oh! And now, I can fight flawlessly. I could fight before but now? Damn, I'm good. I heal relatively quickly too.
You would be surprised by the amount of guys literally falling at my feet, another perk of being Kitsune. Apparently, I'm able to completely brainwash guys into doing what I tell them to. Shit… maybe I can do it to girls too. Oh dear lord, what if I attract lesbians. Now that would be interesting.

Dante pushes my hair behind my shoulder and kisses it again. "I wish you would've kept your hair longer," he murmurs against my skin. I scoff and open my eyes.

"It's still long, I just cut off a few inches," I laugh and kiss his forehead. He pouts, making me laugh a little harder.

"I liked it when it was at the middle of your back, now…"

"Now, it's a few inches below my shoulder and I dyed some of it darker," I smack his hand off of my hip. He smirks and puts both of his hands on my hips. I giggle as he bites my neck playfully.

"No, Dante. We have to start pack—" I'm cut off as he lifts me up and throws me over his shoulder. I scream and grab onto his shoulder, attempting to steady myself. "What in hell do you think you're doing, Dante?" He just laughs lightly and starts walking. A second later, a door opens and then closes shut.

"Donatello Alexandro Serina, I swear to god if you don't put me down, I am actually going to kill you in your sleep," I grind out. He walks up the stairs, taking two at a time.

"Please, gorgeous, you couldn't live without me." I smack his back, but then get distracted by his defined muscles. Damn boy and his beautiful muscles…

He walks into our bedroom, kicks the door shut, and tosses me onto the bed. I land and giggle as I bounce up. He leaps onto the bed and lands next to me, making me bounce again. I laugh as I land on my side. His eyes, an amazing pale blue from the sun, capture mine. His smile makes me smile, as it always does.

He brushes hair out of my face and tucks it behind my ear. I love when he does that. I also get very,very distracted with what comes after him doing that.

I push him and glare at him as I stand. "We have to pack; we only have another week till we move." I laugh as I see him groan, then walk into our bathroom to shower.

I quickly strip my bikini top and jean shorts and turn on the water.

Then, I remember the nightmare I've been having. Its the same one, although last night it became even worse than usual.

"Why would you leave?" the girl with long, golden brown hair asks me hauntingly. She seems to be sixteen or older.

"What? What do you mean? I don't know you, how could I have left you?" I ask, confused. She just shakes her head and for the first time, I see her eyes. They're a beautiful green, but they're flat, lifeless, and bloodshot. I take in our surroundings. We seem to be in some sort of dorm and her hand cradle an almost empty bottle of Scotch.

"No, you know me. You loved me. I loved you. So, so much. You left me. You left us. Why? Why did you leave us? I don't know how to live without you because I've never had to… I can't bear it… I just can't…" She drops to the floor and takes a swig from the bottle, barely wincing as it goes down.

She takes another large mouthful and stares ahead of her as though I'm not here.

I don't know her... If I do, I can't remember her… But seeing her hurt makes me want to die. I'm somehow the cause of her pain and the amount of pain I feel because of that it almost unbearable.

Then I turn to my left and see that name. The name that is always there and never goes away.
I can't recognize it, no matter how hard I try to, but I feel a deep connection with it. I feel like it's mine. But I've never even seen the name outside of this dream.

The name Castile is written in blood on the wall. What does it have to do with me?

I blink twice and realize I'm out of the shower and wrapped in a towel. I was just getting in the shower. So how am I already—Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Did I… did I write "Castile" on the mirror? I don't remember even getting out of the shower…

I don't know what the hell is happening to me, but this name is going to help me find out.