=Chapter 1-The Prologue=

Looking into a mirror I glance at what which falls behind the social norm. I glance at my white hair and purple eyes, as well as my pale as a ghost skin. These are all the results of a rare condition known as Alexandra's syndrome, and I am one of only three people known to suffer from this genetic condition. The only reason I have hair that falls to my thighs is because my grandmother says that she enjoys how it looks, and if she thinks so, it's enough for me. I live alone with my grandmother, whom is growing more feeble as she gains in her years, and I moved in with her because of how close she is to my school, and because she needs to be monitored a bit more closely, even if she won't admit it herself. After a bit more thought, I suddenly realize just how much I was dazing off, and pull out my phone to check the time. 5:45?! I have to go make dinner!

I rush down the stairs and nearly run into grandmother, she looks even more surprised then me though. I can see that she's mouthing, "Don't worry, I have prepared dinner already to celebrate your birthday!" I take out a scratch pad in order to thank her and run into the kitchen pulling out enough utensils and plates for the two of us and setting them on the table before sitting down and waiting for her to serve the meal. It's a tradition of sorts in our family to have the cook serve the meal, so I just go along with it, since it makes grandmother happy.

Around three minutes pass, and I get up to see if anything's wrong, and see that she's pulled out a large package from the backroom. It's wrapped in a grey tinfoil like wrapping paper with a large white bow on top. After scribbling the question to whether or not I was aloud to open it, she mouthed "Of course." So, I ripped into the wrapping paper like a lion would maul a zebra. I find that the large box is just that, a large box, and it's contents are among other things such as a few new miniature notebooks and such I find a card at the very bottom. After opening it, it reads as follows, "Whether or not you are willing to tell your grandmother what you really want or not, I do pay attention. I wish you have a great birthday! I know we are celebrating it a day early, but I have a feeling you will be fairly busy tomorrow what with that new game that you want. Love ~Grandmother. P.S. This is better than the giant stuffed lemur I got you for Christmas... right?" I realize after reading the letter that something else is still in there, and 5000 yen falls into my lap after I flip it over.

This is just enough for Sword Art Online! Okay, please don't misunderstand me and think I'm one easily excited, it's just that this is something that I have been hoping to have for such a long time! You see, it's believed that VRMMORPG games such as this will be able to simulate anything that you could do in the real world, and that they are able to use parts of the brain that normally are inaccessible because they are directly linked to the brain. This kind of technology will be able to help people such as myself be able to experience things that we wouldn't be able to in the real world! This will allow people such as me who suffer from genetic defects or accidents be able to experience life like any normal person would! You see, for me, Alexandra's Syndrome had two other adverse effects on me, it caused me to lose any ability to hear, but doctors claim that the part of my brain usually used for hearing has been rewired to support my memory, giving me a near photographic memory.

After I make a few statements against a new idea that grandmother proposes, I eventually cave in and sit down in between her legs on the floor while she is sitting on the couch with a brush in her hand and the bow from the present. She combs through my hair delicately, seemingly strand by strand. In all honesty, I can feel my brain cells gradually firing up from the idea of seeing whatever she will settle on doing to my hair. She only told me that she would incorporate the bow from the present she had wrapped me, since she didn't want it to go to waste. I feel the anticipation biting away at me and after seemingly an eternity (15 minutes) she lets go of my hair as though telling me to check the mirror. I practically sprint to the bathroom upstairs, although it was more like a striding walk, because I don't want to fall.

I look at my hair and she had braided the braids in the braids... braids... Anyways, she had done a great job of using the pile of fur attached to my head and making it into something beautiful. She even had used the single strand of ribbon and made it into an elaborately designed bow that had two pieces dangling down to my ankles. I gently twirl and look at the white dress that she had given me a few days yet that I had only worn today flutter until eventually resettling at the same height where the ribbon had ended. It leaves me in awe as to how she had accomplished such a feat.

I head to my room to do my daily contemplation... As I had mentioned previously, I live alone with my grandmother, but while part of this was a choice of my parents and myself, there was another underlying cause to my moving here. Due to my rather strange appearance, I am actually often picked on, or rather, I'm just left as a kind of outsider and it doesn't help that I live in a traditionally elitist family, which causes people distance themselves even further than just my appearances would have. I've never been much of a social butterfly, I am aware of that, but I did want to make a few good friends before I left. After my grandmother had fallen and suffered from a broken leg a few months ago, my parents had made the final decision that since they hated the idea of putting her in the care of a nanny or putting her in an old folks home, that I would live with her. So in a sense, it killed two birds with one stone, because my dream school is also here!

I have been attending Tokyo University since I came here, I got accepted with the second highest school on the exam. Turns that I somehow had thought 18 divided by 3 was 9, instead of 6. Tokyo University is a great school and I am really enjoying my time here. As it turns out, there is a lot of grand people here whom come to prosper intellectually! Sometimes I will join others for a game or two of shogi, even though I find myself often going into deep thought, leading me to lose a lot... For whatever reason, I have a lot of trouble trying to think ahead in the game, but I guess that can't be helped. I mean, everyone must have their own weaknesses, I guess mine is trying to think about tomorrow... or maybe I'm thinking too much into it.

In my time here, I have even managed to make a friend or two, all though I don't know whether or not they consider me a friend. They just kind of come over to me after class and ask me various questions about the lecture that had occurred that day while I prepare to go home. Occasionally, they will bring up something completely unrelated such as 'men,' and the like. They would also sometimes ask me questions about what I do when I'm at home, but I end up cooping out and not answering them because I don't want to involve myself with them. Not because I believe that they are inferior to me or anything. It's just that, I feel as though the more I invest myself to someone the more it will hurt if they decide to betray me...

On another note, as I previously mentioned, there is all kinds of people here. Such as those whom don't have their eyes in the books, but metaphorically groping the opposite sex. There have even been a few whom have approached me in the hopes of attracting my attention. To be honest, I feel as though I was a little too cruel on them, as I did keep letting them idealize me for a while, or rather, I let them play with the idea. They all eventually ended up being denied though, of course. Honestly, the biggest problem I have with it is the fact that they are interested in me when I'm only 15, well, tomorrow I'm turning 16. I'm aware love has no boundaries, but I haven't even done anything particularly out of the ordinary in order to attract their attention. I personally have no intention of ruining my chances of a future by wasting my time doing something that will end up being fruitless such as romantic relations.

After realizing the amount of time I must have spent in deep thought, I glance at the clock that rests on my dresser by my bed, 11:38?! I really need to go to bed if I want to get enough sleep for tomorrow morning! I begrudgingly leave the warmth of my bed and turn of the light before rejoining the comfortable handmade quilts that lay strewn everywhere on my bed. I try to keep my head clear but it doesn't really work, and I eventually fall back onto the thoughts about relationships and such...

However... If... By any chance... There is someone out there... *Dozing off* Fit for me... Then I guess I wouldn't have a choice to deny them... *yawn* Well, maybe I would be the one being rejected then...