Okay, so, I have no idea where my inspiration for this story came from, but whatever, I'm going to write it. It's not edited that well, because I usually wait a day (sort of to refresh my mind) and then I edit my work. But today I can't, because I'm sending this in for Toshiro Hitsugaya's birthday! Yay Toshiro-kun! Anyway, the main character is an OC, but don't worry, it will still have HitsuHina goodness, because yeah, we all love that. -.-

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, except Yume Kiseki! Yay I own something!

Prologue


December 20th, 2014

It's been 5 years since the beginning of the war, and we're all still fighting. None of us have given up yet, and although the amount of bloodshed is less, there is still much happening.

It scares me, actually, to see that everything we've done has been worth nothing, to see that it made no difference. Ryou says we did make a difference, we just can't see it yet. I hope he's right.

After all that, after everything we've given up for this, there had better be some sort of change. Then, maybe Yuki can finally be released, you know, she is still watching over me. She kept her promise.

See, this always makes me cry, all these memories exploding, racing at me, like the water racing from a dam. It's painful, but sometimes it's nice to just sit and reminisce. It's nice, because it feels like they're all alive again; the same way they were when we were kids... naive young children. God, I miss that time.

And somehow, I don't know, I'm almost glad everything that happened did, because if it hadn't, then so many more innocent people would have died. At least, that's what I try to tell myself before I drift off to sleep, and although comforting, there is still the guilt tearing up my insides.

I can tell the war is almost over, and I can hardly believe it. After all these years, after all this heartbreak and death, it's all almost over. As I write this, I'm practically crying.

I still carry around my sword, even though everyone tells me I don't need it anymore. You never know, and sometimes... a sword can come in handy.

Although, I hope I won't have to use it.

But I will, and that is just the sick reality of the world... of my world.

Years from now, if someone is reading this, then please remember the truth in these pages. I feel it's my duty to record what has happened in the past, to tell everyone what really happened, because I'm one of the few people left that know.

As you read on, you will read of my life, something that was filled with such turmoil and regret, that I know it will be hard to write. The people within these pages are not as bad as they seem, so please don't think of any of them as horrible, they are not, they are only misguided souls, because demons they may be, they are still human. They deserve a second chance.

And on this note, I, Yume Sakura Kiseki, decide to begin my story, starting back when I was only six, in 2002, which is when I think everything really began. Or at least when I started to notice it.


Pleeeeeeaaaaassssseeeee review! The next part is going to be the actual start of my story, this was the prologue. And yeah, because I'm evil, I probably won't update until Christmas! Please give me suggestions, but don't flame okay? Not nice...

Kokeru Tenshi