Hello fanfictioners! This is my first fiction about a video game and this is probably one of the most creative plots in a computer game I've ever seen. Although Ib and Garry won't be appearing in this much, I hope you'll appreciate my new characters just as much. Also, I'd like to make it clear that in this fiction, Garry and Ib will NOT be an item. Seriously, people. She's like nine and he's like sixteen or seventeen. Come on.

This is rated T because of minor violence, scary scenes, and the general obscurity that comes with writing a fiction about Ib. Oh, and some romance, but the most severe intimacy would be kissing.

So anyway, R&R. Tell your friends. Blah blah blah all that jazz. Now here's Chapter 1. Enjoy!

Cassia Kensington loved art more than anything, which is why when her boarding school principal announced that they were taking a school-wide trip to the Capital Art Museum in the city, she was over the moon.

She pulled on her casual clothes. She only had one pair because she usually wore an atrocious uniform on school days. Her blonde hair fell in waves down her shoulders and it felt good because usually it was pulled into slick bun (according to uniform). She pulled on a red tank top and jeans and laced up some running shoes. She was going to wear her flats, but who knew how long she'd have to walk for? She shrugged on a jacket to ward off the chilly fall air and grabbed her tote bag that contained all her sketching tools.

This is going to be great! She thought as she opened the door and practically ran down the hall. There, she joined her classmates, who were bundling into groups by last name in the main foyer. She milled around, feeling more awkward than usual. She didn't make many friends at this school because she was too busy being ridiculed. It didn't help that she got perks here she didn't even want because her parents were serious sponsors.

They piled into the busses and, like usual, she was alone. She liked it that way; no distractions, no fuss. She filled the other space with her bag and took out her notebook. She took out an ebony pencil and as the bus jolted to a start, she began to draw.

It took a while to reach the museum because it was in the city and the school as in the countryside, which wasn't a problem; it gave Cassia plenty of time to complete her drawing. She had a thing for flowers, and her favorite was the rose. The intricacy of it intrigued her, and the delicateness of the petals was hard to capture in drawings and provided a formidable challenge for her. She liked a challenge.

When the gallery came into view, her masterpiece was complete. She managed to snag some red pencils from the art room and made a blooming red rose. She'd also done a few rough sketches of lilies, but they didn't compare. She was proud of herself.

She closed her notebook and put it back into her bag as she got up. She walked down the aisle of the bus, bumping into the people around her as she got off the bus. They all regrouped as they went through the doors.

As soon as she stepped foot in the gallery, she knew she was in love. She was the first one to begin to browse as soon as she got her student armband from the lady at the reception desk. She ran off immediately in glee to the abstract section. Screw the group, she thought as she sat down next to a Pecolini piece and began to sketch.

The sun was getting low in the sky as she wandered into the sculpture area. She meandered through the different artists and different pieces until she came to the middle of the area. There were only two or three people in the room, so the silence was blissful.

In the center of the area there was a large stone fountain. It was ornately sculpted and carved beautifully. Benches dotted the area around it, but despite that, someone was sitting on the fountain's edge. She began to sketch the fountain intently, and found that she was sketching the person as well. She had a thing about capturing the entire scene. She was in the middle of the sketch and hadn't looked up in about five minutes, drawing by memory, when someone next to her said, "Are you drawing me?"

She looked up with a start and saw that the person from the fountain had disappeared and someone had joined her on the bench. She looked to her left and saw that a guy was looking at her work. He had slightly longer dark hair and strange light violet eyes. His skin was paler then hers, but not deathly pale. He wore a long black jacket, dark jeans, and underneath the jacket he was wearing a dark shirt that had a purple pattern on it that looked like a giant purple monster slashed him across his front.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said. "If it bothers you, I can scrap it –"

"No!" he said quickly. "I mean, its okay. You're really good. I'd hate to see it go to waste."

"I was just trying to sketch the fountain, but," she smiled a little. "you managed to find your way into my drawing anyway. Are you here alone?"

"Yeah. My parents dropped me off here because they needed to go do something in the city," he said.

"I'm here with my school," she said. Then something she thought of made her jolt. "My school! My group! I have to go and find them!" She gathered her supplies, stuffed then hastily into her bag, and said to the boy, "I'm sorry we couldn't talk more. I'll see you around, hopefully!"

As she darted away, the boy smiled and went back into the gallery.