Darkness, as polar to brightness, is understood to be an absence of visible light. It is the appearance of black in a colored space. Humans are unable to distinguish color when either light or darkness predominate. Darkness is evil and has always been feared by as a child. As you grow up you get used to it and you learn to deal with it. However the darkness is real and it should be feared by every human. Because it is the one thing powerful enough to destroy a whole universe. I've always wondered if there was a light bright enough to break through the dark though.

Anna

It's been a month since Mikoto's death and every time I close my eyes I see his beautiful red and cry. Everyone seems as if they don't know what to do with themselves. We have no king to serve, therefore we have nothing. Most of the gang parted ways with a heavy heart. But some of us stayed. Yata of course, he's been taking his anger out on Rikio and everyone. We don't argue back though because we all just get sad. Some evening he takes me to the school when the sun is just setting and my black and white vision becomes red. I love him for that.

Izumo is the calmest out of all of us, but we all know that sad fake smile he shows is just full of pain. He was Mikoto's right-hand man and dear friend after all. Most of our days are spent at the Bar Homura little trouble is to be found but petty things happen and the gang takes care of it. Lately when I'm left alone or even when I'm sleeping I see something. I can't make out the figure quite yet, but it's a light. White and clear. It's pretty and it makes me feel warm. Something Mikoto could only do.

But sometimes the light gets surrounded by blackness and get sucked it. It almost makes me sad. I've seen this happen four times already and it frightens me but almost give me this curious and anxious feeling. "Anna." I'm awaked from my nap on the couch by Izumo. I sit up and rub my eyes. "Yata and the guys have gone out to deal with some other gang a while ago. I'm a bit worried wanna go look for them?" He reaches out his hand and I hop off without his help. I feel like I've been acting cold to him lately, but he's been acting like he needs to take care of me. And for some reason I can't stand the feeling. Reminds me of Mikoto.

It's pretty late out and a chills runs up my spine. "Cold?" Izumo asks as we walk through an ally. I shake my head as I make my blood turn into a marble. I've never understand why that doesn't bring me pain. I levitate my marble and try to find Yata's or Rikio's thoughts. When I hear the unpleasant thoughts of Yata I point to the right to a linking ally. We both walk a little faster when we hear clanging of bats and weapons. "Anna, stay here."

Izumo joins in the rest of the gang as they fight some normal looking guys with yellow jackets on. I hide behind a block of wood and watch as Izumo breaks no sweat knocking those guys out and as Yata grids his skateboard on a rail, making fire shoots out of it. That was always a sight to see for me. By now most of the yellow jackets have been KO'd or fled. I hear Yata's super loud laugh. "You pussies better not fuck with us again you hear!" He lets out a deep sigh likes he's tired of his cursing and these fights as he comes over and sits next to me. Rikio and Izumo talk about something while they take the not-so-dead bodies and throw them over a fence over to the next ally.

Suddenly, I see something. A familiar sight, a familiar color shines in my eyes. "What is it, Anna?" Yata notices my behavior and start to look in my direction. "Red." I whisper almost not believing my words. He's silent like he doesn't believe them either. "Red…like Mikoto?" I perk up. Yes! Mikoto's red! I can see Mikoto! I jump up and nod my head. Yata jumps up too, but just then I hear more clanging and turn to see more yellow jacket guys hoping over the fence. "Damnit." Yata clenches his teeth and hops back on his board.

Another battle has started, but it was worse than the one before. The other guys have stronger people and I notice Izumo and the others are getting tired. What if they lose? I need to help, but I can't do much. Just then I see the red but instead of seeing Mikoto I see White. Long white hair with a flexible body kicking the yellow jackets, punching and knocking them out faster than the first time.

When their all down to the ground barley breathing, I swear she looked at me but them she just kicked off a building and disappeared. Almost as quickly as she appeared. Her eyes…they were so clear. They weren't a certain color so I could see them more bright than another other kind of red. And the red that I saw was defiantly Mikoto. But why was it on her? Who is she?

"Who was that chick?" Rikio sits in a bar stool when we all make it back. "Don't refer to girls as chicks?" Yata punches him as Izumo laughs. "I have no clue, but she had mad skills don't ya think?" Izumo says as he starts cleaning glasses. "She just came out of know where and knocked them dudes out!" Rikio starts going on and on about how cool she was. "I think we could've handled it on our own to be honest." Yata crosses his arms while blushing. Anything that has to do with girls he doesn't know how to react. "I don't think so actually, we're pretty restless." Izumo says while he finishes his last glass.

"Well, aside from that! Anna!" Yata makes his way to me. "Anna said she saw Mikoto!" The looks on Izumo's and Rikio faces… were kind of sad. Too sad for my taste. I look away. "What?" Izumo comes from the counter and kneels down to me. "Is this true?" I want to run away and not speak of it. Or of him. "I saw red in that girl." I deiced to speak. "Mikoto's red."

Izumo gives me a look of understanding, for just a spit second, and shakes it off with a sad expression. He then gets up and start to head up to his room. But not before turning back to me. "Anna… the dead doesn't come back." Then goes up the stairs. Why did it seem like he was talking more to himself than me?

Sakura

They say the dead can never come back. But then why am I here? Why am I still breathing when I should be nothing but dust? I don't remember much. Just a few beautiful memories shared with a painful ending. Why? Why me… I need to know the answer but, I don't like to ask questions I don't wanna know the answer to.

I was born into this world with white hair and clear eyes as if I was a blank canvas just eager for someone to show me the beautiful colors I've always dream of. But right now I am lost. Confused and scared. But tonight maybe I found a piece of what I've been missing. I mean those guys had to be HOMRA's for sure. And…I think I even saw Anna? Was that her name? I-I don't know! Ugh. I smash my foot into a mailbox and kick it over and over.

"What are you doing?" I heard a tired voice and get into attack mode, but loosen up when I see Goma. She's standing there in her hoodie with a pocky stick hanging out her mouth. I sigh and shake my head. "I have no idea." I walk over to her and grab some pocky out of the box in her free hand. "What are you doing out this late anyways?" I ask as I take the bag filled of junk food she was carrying. "I was hungry so I went to the convenience store, got a problem?" Bad attitude as always. Even though she's such a sweet heart.

When we make it back to her house we climb the tree and jump in her window. If we walked through the door her dad might have seen us. He doesn't really like that Goma sneaks out and hides a 21 year old mysterious stranger in his house. Goma's a 16 year old badass, well at least I think of her that way. At school all she does is gets into fights, she says she never starts them, but she finishes them. I already know the truth. She stands up to bullies too much and that gets her in trouble.

Goma throws herself on her bed and closes her eyes. "I'm going to sleep. Wake me up never please." She then rolls over to make more room so when I fall asleep I have space. Although tonight I don't think I can even think of sleep.

I open my eyes to an empty room and a note next to Goma's bed. "Gone to school. Try not to eat all my food. –Goma." I'll eat as much as I want to eat, I think as I roll off the bed. I had a sleepless night again. Nothing but darkness, which worries me. I bush my long white hair and stare into the mirror. My clear eyes have seen some dark auras. But have also seen some beautiful things. I put on a black dress with black stocking and matching black spiked boots. I wonder if I kicked someone right now it would make a pretty red stain my boots.

I honestly don't know what to do with myself most of the day so I pretty much do nothing. Sometimes I visit Goma at school, well I do that more than sometimes, others I just lurk on roof tops and sleep. Pretending you're sleeping with me. "You did sleep a lot, didn't ya?" I say to the cloudless sky and smile. You make sleep a pleasant thing for me. Just then I hear a lot of commotion down the street. A tall guy with glasses and a sword is fighting a younger looking kid with a beanie and skateboard. Where have I seen that kid before?

That HOMRA kid! I hid behind a wall and continue to watch the fight. Just then the HOMRA kid locks eyes with me and loses control of his board, falling on his ass. The glasses guy laughs and runs away. I literally jump as I walk over and reach out my hand for the kid. "Damn, monkey." He mutters while wiping his mouth. When he notices me and my reached out hand he backs away and blushes. "You, you." He stutters. I cock my head. "Me?" This kid is kinda funny. "You," He gets up and clears his throat. "You're that girl…from the ally, right?" Okay so he remembers, will they all? I nod and was about to say something when he phone rings.

"Yeah?" He answers, picking his board up. "The damn Fushimi got away." Was that the glasses guy? "Yeah, yeah I'm coming back." He hangs up. "Why is Izumo acting like the boss?"

"Izumo?!" I yell. He gives me a weird and shocked look. I shake my head. "Nothing, nothing. Uh, I have to go…uh." I start to turn back and walk away when he grabs my wrist. "Wait, hold on. What's your name?" I perk up my lips and shake my head before I run away. "Hey!" I hear him yell out to me, but I don't stop.

I take a break when I find a small ally and fall down on the pavement. I pant and pant as my mind goes crazy with memories. I start to rock back and forth when I hear a cry of a cat. I turn to my right to see a small light pink cat with one blue eye and one green eye. I perk up and grab the cute little thing. Cats make me feel so much better. I rub the cat's fur and pet her while she purrs.

The little cat looks up to me with sad eye as tears fall down. I sniff and quickly stop them from rolling. The cat reaches up and licks my tears away. "Awh, thank you." I hug the cute thing harder. "Thank you." You used to dry my tears…now what happens when I need you? She meows and I quickly let go. "Sorry." She jumps off and starts to run away, but not before turning back and I swear she smiled at me. So I smiled back and waved.

After a few minutes of recovery I get up and brush my dress off. I forgot where I was at since I didn't pay attention to where I was running. I get to an unfamiliar street and see a bar looking place. Homura the sign read. Homura? My heart races and my head spins. Each step I take I feel some memoires. Of me… and this place.

I'm right outside the door and my heart stops when I open it. All eyes are on me as 4 people stare at me. I take a deep breath and walk in. A tall guy with dirty blonde hair is behind the counter with his back to me. When he turns around he drops his cigarette that was in his mouth and gives the expression of shock and fear. "Sakura?" He can barley say my name for I don't think he's spoken it in years.

I'm speechless myself. "H-Hi." My fingers shake and I can't breathe. Then I see Izumo's eyes…eyes of sadness and those of a person who has been mourning. I don't think it's about me….and the worse fear shoots into me and I really wish I was dead.