Hello to anyone reading this! Thank you for checking out my first chapter of my first story! It means a lot. Now, I know the title kind of sucks, but I am thinking up a new one right now. so don't worry! Anyway, just waned to mention that and thank you for reading. On with the story!

Chapter 1

Momoko POV (Kind of)

Fire. It was everywhere. All she could see, hear, and possibly touch were the roaring pink flames. Wait, pink? As Momoko took another look around her, she noticed the dancing flames were indeed pink. In fact, it was her favorite color pink.

Not quite magenta, but not hot pink either. It was the color of the inside of a peach and the color of her eyes, so she called it peach pit pink. Partly because the color of her eyes were the reason she was called Momoko, or "child of the peach" and partly because it was an alliteration and Momoko loved alliterations.

Momoko would have loved to think about the wonders of alliterations all day, if she wasn't about to get burned to death by flames of her namesake. Oh why did her favorite color have to try and kill her?

Suddenly she felt a searing heat on the ground. Momoko stumbled backwards, falling flat on her butt as the flames caught her off guard. They were nearly on her now, slithering toward her like a snake stalking its prey. Momoko squeezed her eyes closed, willing the fire to retreat in a desperate last hope.

She was terrified. She had lost her dad and her newborn baby brother when her house caught on fire years ago years ago. Momoko, her mom, and her younger sister Kuriko were all out of the house shopping for new school supplies. Now she couldn't even handle a match. It had taken her years too even go near a fire in the living room, and she now had a solid excuse why she would never smoke a cigarette. So she waited as the fire slowly enveloped her in one last deadly embrace.

Then, she felt something different. Instead of the scorching heat the flames were supposed to bring, she felt a warm feeling rush over her. It was like family and love, and it reminded her of the time she spent with her best friends Miyako Gotokuji and Kaoru Matsubara, and Christmases When her father was still alive.

She opened her eyes, surprised and relieved she wasn't smoking on the ground.

"I don't know how I would've gotten good grades if I wasn't able to get up." was her first thought

Then she had an immediate follow up thought "Glad you have your priorities all organized Momo" she chastised herself as she got up.

Now that Momoko wasn't scolding herself for thinking about grades instead of her own safety, she realized that the flames had indeed consumed her. But they weren't painful. It was the exact opposite. She reached out to touch the fire, but as her fingers brushed the edge of what should have been a third degree burn, she was only met with more warmth and love.

Momoko was amazed. She began to slowly walk into the pink fire, wincing before she remembered that it didn't hurt her. Then she started running. Momoko ran as fast as she could, like a little kid after a rain storm. She laughed out loud, no longer afraid of the once deadly pink fire.

Then, suddenly there was a voice ringing out over everything. At first Momoko wasn't able to hear it, like passing under a tunnel with the radio on, but soon it became much clearer. The voice was powerful, and it sounded vaguely feminine, but Momoko could never be sure.

She had once judged one of her teachers only by her voice and thought it was a guy, so she called him mister in front of the entire class. It was safe to say it wasn't going to be a mistake she repeated anytime soon.

When the voice spoke, Momoko felt something completely different than the safety she had felt just a moment before. She felt cold, and terrified and alone. Momoko tried to remember that it was only the voice and that she would never be alone but the feeling of darkness was so powerful that it made her drop to her knees. She hated it, and desperately needed it to stop.

The voice said "Momoko Akatsutsumi. The eldest daughter of the Akatsutsumi family You have been chosen. You hold the key to a tremendous power, that even I do not know. Sadly though, you do not have much time. You need to be ready, for you will soon be fighting for everything you love. I will see you soon"

As the voice talked, Momoko could feel it getting fainter and fainter.

"See you soon" she wondered to herself. "Is it possible this is someone I know?"

Momoko pondered on the thought for a bit, running through multiple different theories, but in the end, she couldn't come up with anything. So she welcomed the fading into darkness that relieved her from the wretched mix of emotions that had been thrusted upon her. She felt her body getting heavy and soon everything was black once again.