Disclaimer: I do no own any of the charries from this anime (Ayashi No Ceres). So I don't care to take credit for them, only for the plot of my story.
Key: ' '=Thoughts
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would like to note: I have NO idea where I'm going to go with this... All I know is I have three chapters done... If you like this one, I'll post the second one, and so on. If we get to the third one, and I keep getting feedback... then I'll continue my story... so... in other words... PLEASE read and review.... (I'll love you forever--'specialy if it's a gooood review.... but... no pressure :0) )
would also like to note: This is my first fan fic (Serious anyway) please take that into note... (thanke!!!)
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Aya's eyes stared out of the sliding glass balcony doors of the Aogiri family estate. The sun's vivid shine caused her eyes to squint in its brightness. 'It can't be morning already!' She thought as she tied her blond hair back with a sky blue hair tie. She shrugged off her thoughts of the time and moved on to thoughts about the temperature. 'Why is it so hot?' she felt tired and weak as well. She sniffled her stuffy nose and then gave a sigh. 'I guess I'm catching a cold.' She sniffled again, but with this sniff of the air, she caught the smell of something. 'Yuhi's cooking again!' She thought happily as she turned to head toward the kitchen. She hadn't realized just how weak she felt till then. "Yuhi..." She whispered as she leaned against the wall for support.
Standing facing the wall directly across from the sliding door, she felt a cold wind hit her back and her bare legs, for all she had on was a baby T- shirt and a pair of soccer shorts. "Yuhi?" she asked as the door still let the cold, snow-filled wind into the hall where she stood. "Yuhi?!" she questioned again as the door remained open. "Who's there?" she asked finally in her weakened state. Still there was no answer to the girl's weak cries.
Aya was about to let out a cry when somebody that snatched her around the waist and held her to his body, soon after covering her mouth. You can't blame her, she still tried. "No! ... Help! ... YUHI!" she screamed, though between her covered mouth and her weakened state, her scream sounded like a mere whisper. Her fighting back did not do much of anything for her either. If anything, all it did was make her so weak she couldn't move a single muscle. 'I can't be this sick... Not this weak.' Soon after that though, she knew why she couldn't fight back. She felt the fabric being released from her mouth. She also noticed, right as the white handkerchief had a name embroidered on it. After squinting against the brightness of the white, for all the colors in the room--even the darkest--seemed to be a blinding shade now, she realized the name was but not other then her cousins. Kagami Mikage. She fell unconscious.