A/N: I do not own these characters or the story's world. This fanfiction is based off of the original work of the series creator Maybe

Multi-colored lightning illuminates the lush, green school landscape as the setting sun makes contact with the top of the distant mountains. Shadows from the school gates crawl slowly and steadily towards the buildings in conjunction with the demise of the school day. The blaring of the school bell ripples through the quiet evening air, signifying the release of the remaining students remaining inside of their torturous prison. In several moments, the sound of laughter and the patter of feet erupt into the school yard as the last of the students are spewed from the buildings innards, relishing their freedom.

"It was a pleasure meeting you today, Ms. Kanoe!" the principal says formally, bowing to the woman in the seat.

Her fragile hands constrict around the arms of the chair as she hoists herself out of her seat.

"It was a pleasure meeting you as well, Mr. Nakamura," she says, bowing her head in response to the other person, "Thank you for bringing this to my attention." She outstretches her hand to retrieve her cane, which is propped against the chair next to her. Upon retrieving her trusty aid, she turns her back to the principal and slowly removes herself from the office.

"I don't understand," she finally thinks to herself after firmly closing the wooden door behind her, "I just don't understand."

Out of the corner of her eye, the reason for her journey to the school props herself up against the wall, using her foot to propel herself away from it repeatedly.

"You should try to get along with the other children, Kirie."

Kirei's arms are quickly thrust up to her chest as she stares out of the foggy windows in front of her, her mind very distant.

"I'm sorry, grandmother Yukariko," she says, not breaking her glance from the semi-transparent glass. The weight of Yukariko's hand results in the young woman pouting her lips and shrinking her eyes. "You know, I hate when you do that."

Breaking a sly smile across her face, she rubs the girl's black hair even faster.

"You know, I hate having to come here when I don't have to," she says, lightly pushing the younger girl in the opposite direction, "Wait for me out by the gate, I'm just going to the roof for a bit to get some fresh air."

"Okay, but if you aren't there in fifteen minutes, I'm coming back to drag you home," Kirie warns, turning and walking away.

"That girl can be a handful, sometimes," the elderly woman says to herself as she begins walking in the opposite direction.

The evening light penetrates the surrounding glass, illuminating the hallway floor and causing the wooden planks to appear as though the pattern adorning them is a walkway leading her to magical destination. After what seems like minutes, Yukariko opens a door concealing a stairway that leads upwards. Echoes of her footsteps bounce off the enclosed corridor as she carefully ascends the metal staircase. After completing her timeless ascent of the stairs, she is greeted with another door that will grant her access to her destination. Wrapping her fingers around the cold, hard knob, Yukariko turns the instrument and exits the building only to be welcomed with the vibrant mixture of colors adorning the top of the western school building rooftop. The evening colors dance in her eyes as beautiful as ever, drawing her ever closer to the source like a moth to a flame. Yukariko's advance is halted by the hard feeling of the metal railing skirting the edge of the building's perimeter. The evening's spectacle forces the woman's head to survey the surrounding areas of the school. Warm metal heats her hands as she constricts her fingers around the object in the excitement of what she's seeing. Contentment sneaks it's way into the woman's heart as the warmth of the setting sun penetrates her skin, energizing her frail body. As the last of the school's occupants make their way to the front gate, Yukariko's eyes notice a young woman with black hair accompanied by a smaller girl and another boy. To her amazement, the taller girl turns around and stares at her while waving her hands. The elder woman raises her hand to wave back at the young one as she sees the stopping threshold to the outside world.

"That girl," the elder woman whispers to herself, "I suppose I have been here long enough, though."

Casting her gaze back up at the evening sky, she takes a final glance at the magnificent view in front of her before removing her firm grip from the railing she's been holding onto, beginning her trek to meet up with her troublesome granddaughter. As she progresses closer to the door, her steps steadily decrease in speed, a sudden feeling that she is being watched injecting itself into her. Knowing this feeling oh-too-well, Yukariko slowly turns her head to gaze back at the area of the roof she had just occupied. Her vision is greeted by by the image of a shadowy figure standing in her place at the edge of the roof. The entity's body is as black as the night itself, but she can just make out the ghostly pale appendages it possesses, the murderous eyes the color of the darkest garnet, the mouth filled with razor-sharp teeth that could tear through anything, and the midnight colored hair fluttering wildly in the wind, like living snakes. It takes her only a moment of examining the creature before the warm and serene feeling that Yukariko once held completely disintegrates, quickly replaced with that of a sinking darkness and itching fear. The evening wind pushes past Yukariko, causing her clothing to jump violently in the wind, but the being in front her stands perfectly still, her hair dancing like wildfire behind her. The two faceoff with each other in silence, neither willing to make the first move. Time inches as the two swap glances, but neither of the two utters a word. With silence emanating from both parties, Yukariko begins to returns to her quest to meet up with Kirie.

"No words to say to you dearly-departed sister," the wavering being says with a slight tint of anger in her voice.

Yukariko slowly turns back around to face the being addressing her.

"We've notice each other every time I come here. Why do you decide to speak to me out of the blue," she asks with a mixture of enthusiasm and curiosity.

"I wish I could enjoy the warmth of the sun on my soft skin on this rooftop like we used to, but I guess that's the price of love, right sister?"

The daunting silence between the two individuals ensues again, the words delivered by the shadow stabbing the other woman in her heart. They cause her enthusiasm to slowly dissipate, and the uneasiness in her stomach begins to worsen. She gulps despite herself.

"Are you here to mock me… torment me further?!" she ask, her words rippling through the air.

"Why would I do that?" the figure asks with a slight grin on her face.

The two stands in utter silence once again, cool breezes appearing and disappearing in succession to cut through the next moments of silence between the two. Irritation and gloom slowly climbs from the depths of the Yukariko as she readies herself for her next question, watching the thing across from her take enjoyment out of the awkward situation that the two are currently placed in. It makes her angry, almost.

"Why don't you just kill me already?!" she yells, tears falling freely from her eyes, "You know that's what you want!"

The image of the creature wavers as she slowly disappears and reappears. Then her arms reach away from Ms. Kanoe.

"You of all people should know I won't do that," the blackened figure answers as it cocks its head and glances at her more sinisterly, "Why would you be so cruel as to even suggest I do something like that?"

Fear suddenly rears its head as Yukariko stares at the shadow, and her arms begin to tremble like leaves in the wind.

"What do I have to do to make you happy? Please Yuuko… just tell..."

As the last of her words are trying to escape her mouth, she briefly catches her breath as the being thrusts her arm into her chest. Yukariko's eyes widen in surprise at the sudden jolt of sensations flooding into her being. Her knees begin to buckle under the feeling of hot knives digging their way up and down her lower extremities, head, and back. Her nostril flare violently as the smell of decay, blood, and other nauseating scents infiltrate her sinuses and ravage her sense of smell. An even more sinister smile spreads across Yuuko's face as she can feel Yukariko's body spasm and her heart race to dangerous speeds. Not wanting to overdo herself, she slowly removes her hand from inside of the elderly woman, causing her to stop convulsing and hold herself up by her hands on the rooftop.

"Please Yuuko… just let me… help you" Yukariko pleads, her breath wavering as her voice trembles.

Yuuko turns her back to the recovering woman and begins to speak darkly.

"With family like you, who needs enemies, little sister?" Yuuko spits, "I think you've helped me enough for one lifetime."

The rooftop door flies open with a frantic Kirie emerging from it. As quickly as she came through the door, her footsteps halt as fear instantly shoots through her. The black hairs on her body stand up like a cat's as she stares into the two eyes of Yuuko. Neither being makes a move until Yuuko fades from existence, letting Kirie sink to the ground with her heart about to explode from its home in her chest.

TO BE CONTINUED…