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I am new at writing stories so please go easy on me!
PROLOGUE
Flinching at every sound of footsteps she heard, hazel pools scanned the room. Her long bony fingers played at the hem of her white laboratory dress. The smell of antiseptic filled the closed room painted in bright white.
"Oneechan" large teal eyes stared at her own. A small boy at the age of seven called. His voice was high and shaky. She opened her arms and the boy moved closer to her body searching for heat. The sound of the moving automated doors made her jump in surprise. She clutched the young boy tightly ignoring the pain the injuries she had caused. The boy clutched tightly on her dress trembling furiously.
"Good boys are brave, You-chan. Don't worry, oneechan is here, right?" she whispered softly. The boy eased his clutch on her dress. The door flew open revealing a blonde haired man in his twenties. The man observed the children who blankly reflected his sharp amethyst pools. He smiled cheerfully. A parade of ghouls appeared and surrounded him. He took a step back and produced a long whip like vine from a seed. After much effort, he exterminated the summons single handed. He slowly took a step forward.
"I am not here to harm you"he reasoned. The girl gently places the boy on the floor and conjured a small ball of gale. "I am Anjo Narumi, a school teacher" he persisted. The girl conjured a massive amount of water blade and fired it to the growing ball of gale making a dangerous ice blade fired to the man. The man who introduced himself as Narumi struggled to dodge the fast ice blades thrown at him. "I am here to save you and your young brother from the organization" he continued still dodging the blades flying towards him. For one second, his eyes never left the body of the girl who effortlessly used her alice to create a high level technique like ice blades. A cold sharp blade barely scratched the left part of his neck. He inhaled. The girl mimicked his actions much to his amusement. The flying ice blades dropped on the floor as soon as gravity took a hold on it. He then realized that she was also controlling the gravity when she was making the ice blade. He approached her softly. He placed his hands on her shoulders and sighed. As soon as his breath leave his lungs, a strong force of air was released from the lungs of the little girl causing Narumi to be blown away.
"We do not compromise with a stranger" she stated. Her eyes wild and firm. The boy slowly stood up and trudged towards her. She patted his dark silver head and picked him up. With the remaining amount of strength he has, he slowly took a postcard from his pocket and hand it to the young boy gawking at the piece of paper. The boy turned towards his sister who nodded as an answer to his silent inquiries. He took the card from the now unconscious Narumi.
"The card said it was from Hotaru-neechan, Mikan-oneechan" he informed. The young girl slowly formed a sinister smile on her lips and chuckled. Her eyes slowly changing to red as her blood boil in anticipation for the future.
"Shall we play for a bit, Youichi? Let's turn all our plan into a game, shall we?" The boy tilted his head and smirked. He jumped down from his sister's arms landing gracefully on the floor in his glorified adult form.
"A game, is it?" He asked. He stared at the moaning figure on his feet and smirked. He spun around and stared at the wide open door that leads to an endless hallway of white. "A game to kill time, it sounds interesting. Count me in" he raised his hands cheerfully.
"First, we must deal with this" Mikan said pointing at the pathetic figure stirring on her feet. Youichi turned back to his child form coldly poked the sleeping Narumi. Rubbing his eyes open, he peered at the room.
"We are coming with you" they said in unison.