If you were asked to give your life to save a house so dear,
would you smile, nod, and accept your fate, or would you flee in fear?
Our story is marked by death and blood, it's quite a tale to tell,
the noble deaths of several girls to seal the gates of Hell.
A butterfly with crimson wings departs a peaceful corpse,
the very soul of a fallen twin the insect's guiding force.
Do you, my friend, respect the dead, embrace the lives they lived? Your ideal world could dissappear inside the camera's lens.
Silent screams, bloody lies,
fearsome phantoms with gouged-out eyes,
your heart may race, but don't be scared,
after all, you may be spared.
Watch your step, decode the clues,
uncover the secrets, uncover the truth,
a deadly game of demon tag,
a childish song to drive you mad,
bloody ropes that strangle limbs,
a ritual failed, her love for him.
Calamity, Malice, fear, regret!
Panic, panic, but please don't die yet,
Remember, remember the screams in your head,
put some film in your camera and capture the dead.
-by hisoka-sama, deviantart
Even though she had been attending Karakura high for 3 months already, Miku Hinasaki still didn't have any friends. This came as no surprise, however, as things had been going on like this for many, many years. Ever since she was little, in fact. Miku just wasn't the type to make friends. It wasn't that she was a bad kid or anything, nothing like that. Miku was just...shy? Socially awkward? Emotionally scarred from years upon years of harsh judgement and tormenting from her peers? All of the above was probably the right answer. So when Miku got to class and took her seat, she wasn't surprised when nobody greeted her. She was expecting it. Miku silently sat down, her seat in the back of the room, next to the window, which she proceeded to stare out, secretly eavesdropping on the conversations going on around her. Nothing seemed interesting until, "Hey, stop that. Don't waste your youth day dreaming!"
Miku glanced up to see two of her female classmates talking. One was a girl named Tatsuki Arisawa, a tomboy with short, spiky black hair and brown eyes. Other than the fact that she was brash, loud, and constantly around a girl named Orihime Inoue, Miku knew nothing about her. And it only made sense that the girl she was lectured was the very same Orihime, who had long, orangish hair held back by two blue flower pins. Unlike the flat chested and loud Tatsuki, Orihime had large breasts and was normally relatively quiet. "Ichigo's late." Tatsuki said suddenly, getting a confused look from Orihime. "Weren't you thinking of him?" "Unh, no!" Orihime flushed, shaking her head spastically and hiding her face behind an astrology book she had in her hands. Miku had to admit that she was surprised Orihime even owned such a book. She...wasn't exactly the brightest girl in the world. Tatsuki laughed at her friend for a moment before a thought came over her and her expression grew serious as she leaned closer to Orihime. "What's so great about him, Orihime? He's got tweaked out hair. He's rude, immature, short tempered.." She trailed off for a few seconds and then casually added, "A girl with boobs like yours could do a lot better."
This only made Orihime smile though, setting her book down. "He's funny! When I think of Ichigo's scowling face..." Aaaand then Orihime went off into dream land, leaving both Tatsuki and Miku staring at her with concern, though neither girls noticed Miku. Nobody ever did. Suddenly the big breasted girl bursted out into a laughing fit, startling the other two girls. "It's hilarious!"
Miku didn't even want to think about what Orihime had been imagining. That girl was just plain weird.
"He may be absent today."
The three girls looked up at the new voice to see a boy Miku recognized but didn't know the name of. He was nice enough looking, with short black hair and a little smile. "Mizuiro!" Orihime greeted the boy before asking, "How come? You usually come to school with Ichigo." "I stopped by his place this morning and there was a big hole in his house." The boy, Mizuiro, began to explain. "They said a trucked blowed into it in the middle of the night. So his dad said.
"Tatsuki and Orihime instantly began to worry, and, begrudgingly, so did Miku. She, like Orihime, had a crush on the orange haired delinquent, but unlike Orihime, Miku wasn't too pleased about it. She had never liked anyone like that before, and she didn't want to start now. It just felt too..foreign, and unnerving. Not something a shy little nobody like Miku was used to feeling.
"A truck?!" Tatsuki finally cried out, getting in Mizuiro's face. "So?! Is he hurt?! Or maybe-"
Just as the word 'dead' slipped out of Tatsuki's mouth, she was smacked upside the head with the spine of a book. A book that belonged to the annoyingly attractive Ichigo Kurosaki. "Alive." Ichigo said bluntly, as he often did when speaking, and wore his signature scowl that Orihime had just been having one of her weird fantasies about. "Sorry to disappoint you. We all survived." "Ichigo!" Orihime exclaimed with relief, but then she realized that she had shouted out his name and her face turned red. "G-Good morning!"
After the pair exchanged greeting and the group began discussing the class, Miku began to turn her attention back to the window, but this was interrupted when she felt someone...staring. Staring at her. And that, as it should be obvious to tell by now, was not normal. Shoulders stiffening, Miku slowly turned her head and found herself making eye contact with Ichigo Kurosaki. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but another girls voice cut him off. "Son of a...are you Kurosaki?" Followed by the sound of a chair scrapping the floor. Both teenagers looked over to see a girl Miku had never seen before. However, it was clear by the look on Ichigo's face that he knew the new girl. Mizuiro began to introduce her, and Miku took this chance to turn quickly to the window, her face burning and her heart pounding in her chest. He had been looking at her! Ichigo Kurosaki had tried to talk to her! Miku felt sick to her stomach, though she wasn't sure if this was a bad kind of sick of a good kind of sick. Was there even such a thing as a good kind of sick? Too many thoughts were racing through her head.
But they all came to a completely stop when something outside caught Miku's attention. Hanging from a rope in the schools courtyard was a woman, swaying gently in the breeze. Dead.