Prologue
His fingers crept towards the slumped figure leaning against the broken wall, "Hey" he said, the sound barely above a whisper, "I give up, you win, c-come on stop playing tricks" he smiled faintly, no humour in his features, "y-you said you wouldn't." He grabbed hold of the hand, the one that lay limp covered in blood that continued to seep out of a wound, and he withdrew his hand in shock. Smile gone, silently staring at his hand that was cloaked with blood that shone when hit by sunrays.
Comprehension dawned upon him as his eyes glazed over, panic swelling up. He refused to believe this; they told him they would be back! They promised they would forever stay with him! "Get up, Get up, GET UP! I SAID G-GET UP!" His hushed voice was raised several levels until his hoarse throat couldn't take it and cracked. "W-why do you all have to leave?"
A silent tear slid out of his eye, followed by a broken sob. It didn't take long for him to realise he was crying. He couldn't take it, the grief, shock, guilt. Maybe… he could have saved them. But. His lips twitched turning into a broken, humourless smile. However, it was already done.
A figure dressed in black strolled through the streets of a small town, with his back straight, searing with confidence, footsteps creating no sound. It was a very unusual figure. One that had the form of a girl but presence of a man, one that had the air of mystery but exuded kindness however, there was a dangerous edge outlining it.
The moon glowed bright for a moment, lighting the corners and chasing away shadows. The wind came by, swiping the caramel bangs as it went. When the bangs were swept the eyes came into view, glowing in an ethereal orange, the lips curved into a smile, a smile which projected agony and melancholy.
The mouth opened and a "I'm back Namimori" was said in a soothing, deep voice, followed by a chuckle that was laced with sorrow