Imperfect Catalyst
Prequel
There was once a girl, a little doll-like girl. She had porcelain skin, pale like the soft moonlight. Her eyes were a deep shade of blue, so blue that they can see through a person's very soul.
That girl was sitting alone at her desk, reading a book quietly, long lilac hair flowing behind her was isolated from the rest of her classmates, oblivious to their childish gossiping.
She knew what they were whispering about to each other's ear. She knew that every single word was directed at her. She knew they referred to her as the cold-hearted girl, the girl who never once interacted with them , the girl who always did her things alone without ever associating with the other people in her class.
She excelled at many things, they said. The girl herself knew that. Her studies,sports,aesthetics were brilliant. She could memorise anything on the textbook, as well as form speak fluently in Japanese, Korean, English and even Chinese. She was a natural at sports, always doing well in the sprinting and long-distance running, as well as every other game they played during their physical education lesson. To top it off, she was a genius artist. She was only 6 years old and yet, she was already able to do so much. To her classmates, that was an amazing feat.
The other children, of course wanted to talk to her. Many of them idolised her, yet their hope was shattered to unmendable pieces when they realised how much of an unfeeling person she was. She made the invisible barrier between her and those classmates. The children could only look and talk about her, but the girl herself was untouchable to them.
I can't help it, the girl decided silently. She thought of the emotions as unnecessary objects, and that friendship was a fragile , useless thing. There was no need for it, she told herself.
There was a boy who appeared in the elementary school one morning. He was very wealthy and his family was powerful, more so than any other person in the school. He had crimson red hair and eyes. There was something about him that made her feel, intimidated. It wasn't because of his looks, nor his background; it was his aura, which was so distinctly different from the rest of the people in the kindergarden.
She remembered when his eyes finally scanned through all the people and landed on her.
In a split second, his eyes lit up slightly. He smirked. The girl was baffled. She did not know the boy, so why did he react like that when he saw her?
It wasn't surprising when the teacher made the boy sit next to her. Afterall, it was the only seat unoccupied. It was then, that she found out how similar they both were.
He too, excels in everything he does, much like her. Although he socialises with the other children, there was something inhumane and robotic about him. He talked only if necessary, and he also had a condenscending look on his face.
Most of the time, he stared intently at people in class. His eyes seemed to be analysing everyone, reading their every thought and movement. There were times when she literally felt a chill down her spine when the boy just so much as glance at her. She was uncomfortable sitting beside the strange boy and wished she could go home soon.
When school finally ended, she dashed out of the school for the car to drive her home. The last thing she saw was the face of the smirking little boy, as she was driven back home.
Strangely enough, she didn't see the boy the next day, nor the day after that. Curiousity got the better of her and she finally went up to the teacher and asked about the long absense of the boy. The reply she had recieved was that he had already transferred out to another school. The teacher also told her that his final message before he left was that he already knew everything he needed to know about his future wife. As for the person , no one knew who she was. For that matter, she didn't really care much either. Little did she knew, she, Fujiwara Michiyo, was the future fiancee to that boy, who was in fact the one and only, Akashi Seijuro.