The Organization always reminded her that her parents had passed away in a car accident, when she was two.
What they didn't know was that, even though Shiho Miyano was two, her memory was good enough to remember that the same person that was standing in front of her right now had also been the driver of the truck that had crashed into her parents' Toyota.
The truck driver, a man around twenty with long, silver hair that reached up to his thighs and cold gray eyes had come up to her and apologized, patting her auburn head.
"I'm sorry," he had said.
Shiho Miyano was smart enough to be able to connect the high-ranking executive agent in front of her to the truck driver eleven years ago.
Trying to keep her face straight, Shiho turned away from Gin to go back to taking notes on the experiment. "Why are you here, Gin?"
The silver-haired man looked at Shiho worriedly. "Did you stay up all night again, Sherry? It's already six. Since it's your first day, I'll drive you to school." Gin approached the thirteen-year-old scientist and touched her shoulder.
"I can go to school by myself," Shiho replied coolly, brushing Gin's hand off.
The scientist shrugged her lab coat off and exchanged it for a zip-up navy hoodie.
A black backpack slung over one shoulder, Shiho walked out of the lab (it was made to look like a normal house from the outside).
When she rode the bus, Shiho took out her phone. Resisting the urge to dial Akemi's number and call her, she pulled out her earphones and started listening to music.
It was going to take her a good thirty minutes to get to school anyways; it would be a good use of time to sleep a little bit in the bus.
Shiho silently hummed along to the melody of the song, mouthing the lyrics.
Say something, I'm giving up on you
I'll be the one, if you want me to
Anywhere I would've followed you
Say something, I'm giving up on you
It was Akemi's favorite song; Akemi would have had it as her ringtone if it hadn't been a ballad.
Shiho closed her eyes as Ian Axel whispered the lyrics of Say Something into her ears.
And I will stumble and fall
I'm still learning to love
Just starting to crawl….
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Miss Pond smiled brightly as she introduced Shiho to the class. "Hi everyone! This is Shiho Miyano! She's super pretty when she smiles! Say hi to the class, Shiho!"
Shiho bit her lip at this (super pretty when she smiles. Who says that?); Miss Pond was obviously new to being a teacher.
"Hello, I'm Shiho Miyano."
"There are two empty seats! Shiho, would you rather sit beside Anna, in the front, or beside Shinichi, in the back?" Miss Pond asked enthusiastically. Shiho was not liking this teacher. Besides, it wasn't like she was going to listen to the teacher anyways.
"I'll take the seat beside Shinichi, thank you very much." Shiho smiled wearily and walked to the back to sit besides the sleeping black-haired boy.
Because the so-called "Shinichi" was sleeping with his head down on his desk and his arms supporting it, the red-brown haired girl couldn't see his face, but she found the fact that his hair was all combed down except for the cowlick at the back of his head pretty amusing.
'He's probably also Japanese,' Shiho thought. His name screamed Japanese.
Feeling relieved by the fact that she wasn't the only Japanese in the class-there was also a girl in the third row that looked Japanese-Shiho followed suit by also putting her head down on her desk and sleeping.
She fell asleep pretty quickly, considering that she had not had had any sleep for at least 24 hours.
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Shiho was awakened by an immense pain on her head. "Aaahh…"
She slowly raised her head to see the physics teacher scowling at her. Trying to find the reason for her pain, Shiho reached up to touch her head only to find the top of her wavy auburn hair coated with white powder.
Had that old man just thrown a chalk at her head?!
But she hadn't been the only one sleeping—
Shiho turned to her side to look at Shinichi (she didn't know his last name).
Shinichi was very well awake and was busy taking notes from the board and highlighting phrases on his textbook.
Shiho's mind went off in several directions, from "why isn't he sleeping?" to "did I just get betrayed?" (um, no; another part of her mind said) and "he's actually good looking!"
Shiho quickly shook off the last thought.
"Miss Miyano, if you're so confident in physics, why don't you go ahead and explain the definition of gravity to us? Without using the textbook?" The teacher croaked.
The forty-year-old man crossed his arms and looked confidently down at the new student.
In his 13 years of teaching, nobody had been able to answer that question correctly.
The physics teacher was planning to give her detention after school and assign her to copy down three chapters of the physics textbook three times on her notebook; complete with drawings and charts and everything.
Feeling annoyed and wanting to get this over with (she wanted to go back to sleep), Shiho got up and started rattling off everything she knew about gravity from her memory.
"Gravity or gravitation is a natural phenomenon by which all things attract one another including stars, planets, galaxies and even light and sub-atomic particles. Gravity is responsible for the formation of the universe-for example, creating spheres of hydrogen, igniting them under pressure to form stars and grouping them into galaxies. Gravity is a cause of time dilation; time lapses more slowly in strong gravitation. Without gravity, the universe would be without thermal energy and composed only of equally spaced particles. On Earth, gravity gives weight to physical objects and causes the tides. Gravity has an infinite range, and it cannot be absorbed, transformed, or shielded against.
"Gravity is most accurately described by the general theory of relativity-proposed by Albert Einstein in 1915-which describes gravity, not as a force, but as a consequence of the curvature of spacetime caused by the uneven distribution of mass and/or energy. Also-"
The physics teacher laughed nervously and waved his hand, motioning at Shiho to sit down. The students in class gaped at the auburn haired half-Japanese girl.
As soon as he did, the girl's head dived into her arms and she went off to sleep.
And when Shiho went to sleep, the bell also wrung.
As the physics teacher gathered up his stuff and walked out of the room, he couldn't help but wonder:
What is she? How does she even know all that stuff? A girl with an IQ of 290? A college graduate? A science mastermind? A 21st century mixture of Albert Einstein and Isaac Newton?
Indeed, Shiho Miyano was all of those things.
A/N: Hi! This is Je Violet Grace with my first fanfiction. Not at this site; this is actually my first fanfiction. I hoped you enjoyed it. It's a tad bit short but it's the prologue anyways so^^; English is not my first language, so it might be a little... well.
The main focus will be on Shinichi/Shiho but other pairings will also come up :)