Author's Note: Hello there! I just recently finished watching the Kamiaso anime and I have to say, I'm totally hooked to both the characters and the plotline! I'm really excited to write this! I have yet to figure out who I want the main man to be, but... yeah!


I gazed out the bus window, my eyes scanning along the bleak horizon. Here we were, miles from human civilization, heading to a temple deep in the woods where we would be staying for a good two weeks, without internet and only getting to shower three times a week to conserve water. I droned out the excited chattering of my schoolmates, focusing on trying to find a way out of this.

Perhaps I could fake an illness and have them send me home. That excuse had worked for me once, so maybe if I tried it again, it would get me out of this place. The easiest to fake was probably coughing - no, coughing up blood. Faking a fever was a little bit harder, but it wasn't too difficult. I always had a package of fake blood somewhere in my luggage. Don't ask why.

It wasn't particularly that I hated the temple or the wilderness, it was just that I didn't exactly like being away from home for such a long time, especially when I was stuck with people I didn't like. I didn't really enjoy the company of my schoolmates, to be frank, so coming on a trip where I would live with them for seven whole days sounded like a nightmare come true. My parents wouldn't hear me out and signed me up for the trip, believing it would be a 'spiritual and social experience', where I would 'get closer to friends' while 'experiencing the tranquility and beauty of a traditional Japanese temple'.

No. I wanted out. The dread I felt only got heavier and heavier as minutes passed and human civilization grew farther away. It was impossible for us to turn back now, even if we wanted to. The mountain road was narrow and winding, leaving no space for turns of any kind. I held tightly onto my seatbelt, staring down the cliff at the forest floor down below. I kind of wished the driver would miscalculate and accidentally veer off the edge of the road, but then again, looking at how great the fall would be, I changed my mind. If we fell off here, that would mean certain death.

What could I do? Even if I faked an illness. they would probably keep me in my room, not send me back home like I wanted them to. I let out yet another sigh, clutching the straps of my bag tightly in my hands as the bus made its way deep into the mountains.

I suddenly heard the roll of thunder nearby, the boom causing the windows of the bus to tremble and the girls to cry out in fear. Looking up, it was evident there was a storm brewing overhead, threatening to rain down hard upon us any second now. Just a minute ago, the sky had been sunny and clear, like it should have been. Dark, ominous clouds accumulated above our heads, strong winds causing the packed vehicle to sway back and forth, creaking as we continued up the steep road.

I pressed my hands against the cold, dirty window, observing as the clouds began to move in a circle, the eye of the storm seeming to suck everything that was passing by into its pitch-black depths. Another gust of wind rocked the bus, more gently than the last but causing the girls behind me to squeal in fright. I took this time to stick my head out into the aisle, looking past the luggage lying in the walkway and out through the front window. The darkness seemed to be endless - looking back, even the sun had been completely engulfed by the arrival of the storm, its beams of light unable to pierce through.

Thunder boomed once more, this time, right above us and causing the whole bus to vibrate and shudder with its sheer force. Guys and girls alike began to voice their panic, staring out their windows in terror. A few seconds had gone by, and people had just seemed to settle down when a bright blue streak of lightning cracked down, striking a clump of trees nearby, instantly lighting them on fire. The bus driver, not knowing what to do, tried to keep everyone calm, but his voice was drowned out when thunder rumbled yet again, lightning bolts shooting down from the sky and hitting random places, causing scattered fires.

I could hear the sound of trees violently lashing about and cracking and instantly felt a lump of fear form in my throat. The wind was rapidly approaching from behind us, roaring and crashing like water. I instinctively ducked down, holding my head in my hands as the wind chased after us, gaining on us and paving a path of destruction in its wake. Finally it reached us, the bus lifting off of the ground and flying forward, straight towards a plummet straight down the cliff.

Panicking, everyone began screaming, the bus driver managing to throw his hands across the steering wheel, mustering all his strength to swerve from the cliff and into the mountain wall instead. The loud bang of the collision was followed shortly by a violent jerk, my body slamming hard into the seat in front of me and knocking the wind right out of me. Breathless and gasping desperately for air, I clawed to pick myself back up from where I lie, only to hear the howling of the wind down the canyon as it came back to torment us.

Before I could react, the bus was lifted once more, thrown onto its side and flipping onto its back, our bodies following the direction of gravity and smashing into the side of the bus, then cascading down onto the ceiling of the overturned bus. Having worn my seatbelt, I was one of the few who did not fall, and merely dangled from my seat, the blood instantly rushing to my head as the bus filled with terrified screams and cries of pain.

Some had been smothered by their own baggage, their hands attempting to pry off the heavy bags. Some had been unfortunate enough and bashed their heads on windows or were cut my flying glass. Or even worse - someone had fallen onto the emergency exit on the ceiling of the bus and had cracked their rib as a result. The thunderstorm continued raging on outside as I fumbled with my seatbelt, managing to unclip it and lowered myself slowly, making care not to step on anyone. I had been the only one who had escaped unscathed, not a scratch or bruise on me.

The strap of my bag around my shoulders, I picked my way to the front of the bus, which had collided with the mountain just earlier. The whole front had been crushed, and the bus driver lie there in his seat dead, suspended upside down and blood running from his neck down his head. I covered my mouth, muffling my scream as I searched for a radio to call for help. To my horror, it had been demolished from the impact and lie in pieces on the floor.

My phone - perhaps it had signal, even all the way out here?

I fished it out of my bag - no luck. There was no service this far out in the wilderness. What could I do now? I stared back at the groaning mess of injured students behind me with wide eyes. I couldn't just leave them all here to die. But I couldn't get help unless I left the bus and tried to find anyone who could go and call for a rescue team. I didn't have much time to think. It was either stay or go.

I stayed.

I grabbed the first aid kit and rushed towards the first injured person I saw, tending to their injuries as quickly as I could. The fact that I disliked these people didn't even cross my mind for an instant as I concentrated on saving their lives. There were twenty other people who needed first aid, and there was only one of me, and one single box. Would there be enough supplies?

"Help me too," someone cried from beside me, blood flowing from a cut on their forehead.

"Me too," another pleaded, their shoulder clearly dislocated.

"Please," someone else begged me.

A bead of sweat rolled down my forehead as I went about as quickly as I could, tending to those who needed it immediately and saving the others until after I was finished. I had been bandaging the arm of the last person when wind rushed through the cracked windows, blowing dirt and debris into the wreckage. At this rate, the bus wouldn't survive and would likely be tossed off the cliff if we didn't get to a safe location first.

"The bus driver... he's... dead!" a boy cried out, mortified as he stumbled back into the aisle with fresh blood covering his hands.

"What?"

"If he's dead, then we're doomed..."

"Someone call for help!"

I stood up. "There's no signal all the way out here. I checked. We have no choice but to leave the bus before we get thrown off the cliff. Get your things and run before the wind comes back. Give a hand to whoever's injured. We have to hurry, before it's too late."

Everyone followed my lead, not knowing what else they could do. I stuffed the first aid kit into my bag, grabbing any supplies I saw at the front of the bus as I stepped out into the storm. The swirling clouds up ahead had picked up speed and formed a vortex in the sky. It was hard to believe just moments ago, the sun was out and everything seemed to be fine.

"Everyone hold hands and gather against the cliff. If the wind ever hits, crouch down or lay on the ground, staying as close to the cliff as possible, okay?" I instructed. "If we do that, it'll be harder for the wind to knock us over."

Nobody dared to challenge my method and did as I had instructed. I stood a ways from the mountain wall, looking around for somewhere we could take refuge in. The only hope we had was going along the road and hoping we would reach the temple on foot. Just after I informed everyone of the plan, without prior warning, the wind came rushing up from down the road at an incomprehensible speed and I was unable to stop it from taking me away. I saw the horror-stricken eyes of my schoolmates and their open mouths, frozen in silent screams as I was swept off my feet and flung carelessly off the edge of the cliff.

The wind was so strong that it was impossible for me to look behind or move my body, a loud, endless shriek pouring out from the back of my throat as I plummeted straight for my death, the thrashing trees, dark, demonic skies, and my flailing limbs the last thing I saw before everything went black.


I sat up with a jolt, awakened by the light that had flooded my eyes in my unconscious state. I was lying in a bed of flowers, my bag slung across my shoulders. Staring around me, I was in a garden of sorts, a dome-shaped gazebo right up ahead of me, a group of birds pecking at berries strewn idly across the ground. Rubbing the back of my head, I slowly picked myself up onto my feet, dusting the pollen and dirt from my clothes as I scanned my vicinity.

Where was I?

I decided to explore my surroundings, wandering around the serene halls and in through some doors. I could hear voices in the distance and allowed my ears to guide me towards the source of the sound. I turned the corner and spotted a tall boy with striking blue hair walking alongside another with sleek, long blond locks, the two engaged in casual conversation. Just before I could call out to the strangers, I was seized from behind by my shoulders and was instantly spun around, coming face-to-face with a strange-looking boy I had never seen before.

When he leaned down to peer into my face, I took two steps back, holding my hands up to prepare to shove him away. "What are you doing?" I demanded, almost angrily. "Don't you know the meaning of personal space?"

The boy looked irritated for a moment before he smiled, reaching out to pet my head. "Not bad. I rate you an eight out of ten in the looks department. Not many girls have even passed six. You should be proud," he sang, almost as if he were mocking me.

Ignoring his comments, I decided to question him regarding my whereabouts. "What is this place, anyway? I just woke up here a few minutes ago, and... wait, did you kidnap me?"

The boy, with messy red hair and feline-like gray eyes, raised a brow at my accusation. "I didn't kidnap you, what are you saying? I was brought here against my will, too! I don't know where we are, just that it's not where I'm supposed to be. Whatever, I'll figure it out soon."

He noticed the two men down the hall and instantly brightened up. "Balder! Thor! Over here!" he hollered, nearly shattering my eardrums in the process. He managed to catch the attention of his two friends, who made their way over to join us. I found myself looking up at two attractive males, the one with blond hair smiling kindly down at me while the other, with green hair and beautiful golden eyes stared at me silently from beside him.

"Loki, who's this?" the angelic blond inquired the boy with red hair.

Loki - why did the name sound so... familiar?

"Beats me. She got in my way while I went looking for you," Loki shrugged carelessly, completely disregarding my presence.

"What? I was not in your way. You were the one who snuck up on me like some kidnapper!" I retorted, my indignance surprising all three of them. "I'm just trying to figure out where I am. Does anyone know?"

The blond one shook his head. "No, we're just as confused as you are, um..."

I smiled amiably. "I'm Miyanagi Kimiko, but I go by Miko. Nice to meet you."

"I'm Balder, and this here is Thor and Loki," he replied gently.

"Enough with all of this formal stuff. I wanna find out where we are and what we're doing in a place like this," Loki said, folding his arms behind his head and walking off. "Thor, Balder, let's go look around."

"Okay." Thor followed quietly after him, while Balder hesitated.

"Miko-san, would you like to join us?" he questioned.

I shook my head, declining his offer. "Thanks, but I don't want to disturb the three of you. I think I'll be fine on my own," I explained. He seemed uneasy to let me roam the place alone, but he didn't linger any longer, nodding his head and reuniting with Loki and Thor. I went walking around by myself, pacing through hallways and peeking into any open doors. It seemed as if I were in some kind of school of sorts, except there were no students of any kind walking around like I would have expected there to be.

I found my way out of the main doors of the school, the bright light of the sun shining into my face. I shielded my eyes with my forearm and stepped out of the building and down the stairs where I could get a better look at the place. The building was tall and majestic, looking more like a golden castle than a school. A single clock tower rose behind the rooftop, the glint of a large bell unmistakable from where I stood. Behind me lay a small forest, then what looked like a fountain some ways down from the school entrance.

"What the hell is this place?" I mumbled to myself.