AUTHOR NOTE:Note to the story is based off the game: Shall We Date: Angel or Demon. I couldn't find a tag for it so I used Shall We date: Ninja Love. Throwing it out there so don't say I didn't tell you. Sorry for the inconvenience! But I do hope you read this and enjoy it as much as I did writing it.
Silent Kokoro
Chapter 1: Hajime
It was just the beginning of a new day, the sunshine shining past the pink colored trees, children laughing. I couldn't help but smile the world seemed rather open than disclosed. Maybe it was the fact how things felt less tense in the world when you see a mere child; you think of yourself. A blind child running through the obstacles of what they call life.
You worry about going to school, food, winning a game of tag, you never knew that as humans we are destined to conquer fears. It's what defines us as humans and as long as someone's around with that knowledge the human race isn't going nowhere.
My basic life starts off with daily routine, a hot shower followed by the world best snacks/breakfasts on the go: Poptarts. With those two things out the way my day has officially began.
Vrrrm vrrrrrm.
I snatch over my phone at the end table checking the notifications. "Huh. .Ellie played me back."
One of her favorite games: Panda pop, how original.
"I'll play you later, love bug." With that I tossed away my phone.
I had better things to think about: Christmas. What was I going to get this year was the real question. Christmas was in three weeks and I planned to make it better than it was last year, It's the same goal as last year and the year before.
After brainstorming and no train of thought I found it best to walk into town and visit the shops. Maybe that'd give me ideas of what I should get. The only problem is getting off the couch. Groaning I rose to my feet changing into something warm to fight against the cold.
"Should of dressed warmer. ." I scoffed. "And brought gloves."
The streets of Japan always seemed to be busy. It was how things went but also one of the things I loved about it. Here's how I think of it: a jumble of fish swimming together trying to prove how different they are. And what I mean by that is; we all have similar features a face, nose, mouth and ears but with different potentials in life. Everyone has something to bring to the table.
Before I could notice I felt my arm jerk back knocking all the concentration right out of my head. What was I thinking again? I looked up to the taller frame meeting eyes with redhead. Out of all my years of living on Japan never have I met one. By conclusion I took a guess on thinking he was new.
"Sorry. .I wasn't paying attention." I apologized taking the blame.
For a second or two I studied the male's face. He had features that seemed indescribable; mysterious, hard face, he looked so serious. If I looked closer I noticed a mark on the right of his cheek 'XIII'. What does that mean?
"Hmn. Here."
The male held his hand out holding my purse. When did I even drop it? For a few seconds I pondered until I realized I was staring.
"Ngh! Thank you." Quickly I took my purse and without another word he walked away into the paint shop.
This was my exact destination as well and I couldn't help to think that today would be an awkward. Pulling the door the same man stood in a corner where the brushes were located. From the corner of my eye I felt myself staring. He looked so interesting like a book that I was dying to open up and read.
"So what? Do you normally stalk people?" He turned around on his heels, snapping.
"Excuse me-?! What? No!" I retorted. "It's not like I follow every hot guy around shops."
Shit! Swallowing spit I hadn't fully realized what I said until he lightly nudged me.
"I just happened to be going in the same direction." I added.
Amber hues scanned me like he was a computer trying to find out my identity, once the scan was complete he sighed sliding his hands into his pocket.
"You don't look artistic to me."
"Never knew you had to look artistic to paint or be in a paint shop." I began. "But if I look at, you don't look like an artist."
Brushing my thumb against the bristles of the brush I faced him and nothing but silence filled the room. Averting his eyes he apologized under his breath. I wasn't even sure if I heard him correctly.
"It's no big deal." And just like that I forgave him. "Yanno, I've never seen you in town. Usually the faces I see seem familiar but yours. . nope. . "
"Well." He dropped his sketchbook and it opened to a drawing of a horse.
"Holy crap!" Lowering my height I picked up the book and ran my hand over it. Detailed, contrast, value, shading. This picture was so. . Optimistic. "This looks really good." I handed it over to its owner and he left the shop.
Was it something I said?
Time had passed and I was already home with more gifts than I thought I'd ever buy. With all the wrapping and cards I wrote fatigue began to set in. All I wanted to do at the moment was sleep and watch a few movies but I had to keep going these presents weren't going to wrap. Debating on which decision to make I gave in. A break was needed.
In front of the canvas I grabbed the new paint I'd bought at the shop spreading it on my panel mixing the red and white together with a dash of blue. Painting over the white canvas I felt myself being drifted off into the world of creativity. The stranger really had inspired me to do great things and my intentions were to follow his skills. Step by step I would soon get there.
"Shit!" The cup which cleaned my brush tipped over pouring out.
"Great, simply fantastic." I tied my pink hair up before I did anything pinching the bridge of my nose.
If there's one thing I hated it was a mess. I always thought a clean house was a happy house and with a happy house we have happy people. That was true but as of now it was a different story! The color red was in the middle of my floor!
While I grabbed a bucket and wash cloth I went to scrub the red spot hearing a clatter of voices.
"Don't frighten here."
"Oh come on! We can have a little fun."
Two voices and to those voices I had no idea whom they were.
"Shh! Be quiet.."
Dropping the cloth I pressed my back fully against the wall listening to their conversation. The only thing I could think of was my house being robbed. Searching for a weapon I found myself using a broom charging out.
"Get out! I don't-."
Silenced by my own words I stared at the men there were three of them. Two of three had wings one happened to be white and the other was black. As for the third he wore a long coat with a hood over his head, the shadow covering his face.
The man in black took a step close and I ran to the kitchen grabbing a knife.
"Stay back!"
"We've got a frisky one, huh?" Again the dark male spoke.
"Diaval, Leave her be." The white man sighed.
"I just want to play with her."
"Idiots. ." Finally the third one opened up.
Bullets of sweat ran down my face with each move I made. My muscles were so tense I thought I'd spaz out. Another step was taking by the man with horns in his head. Out of defense I chucked it running for the window jumping out. With the idea of bracing myself for the ground I landed on my chest with a shard of glass in my knee.
The foul taste of blood stained my mouth as I spat it out feeling it trickle down my neck. "Fuck." This was going to hurt.
Without a second passing I pulled out the glass screaming bloody murder throwing the piece elsewhere.
"I'll get her." Someone from above spoke and that gave me my cue to run.
Limping to town I went to the nearest shop to my house. The gas station! When I within its radius I grabbed the handle and felt someone jerk my waist. So close. .
"Let go!"
Off the ground I felt rough winds hitting my face, flakes of snow attacking my skin. Was this guy crazy?! What the hell was going on?! My body trembled into shock I didn't have time to reflect on the wound. His grasp tightened until I felt one of my ribs cracking.
Choking on blood I growled out: "Let go!"
"Let go? Will do."
His arm let loose of my body and now I was falling to to earth face down. Shutting my eyes I prayed this was all a dream and I'd wake up till until someone caught my fall. Green misty hues opened and I skimmed the man in white. He was the one without horns only a pair of wings and a genuine smile. I felt safe until I remembered we were still in the sky soon arriving home.
"My apologies. If I would have known this wore to happen I would have acted out sooner." He spoke guiding me to the couch and I pushed him away.
"What the hell is going on?! What— "Before I could finish my sentence another window shattered.
My pulse picked up its pace as I held my neck noticing blood was leaking out. And a lot of it. Scared I backed up until my legs gave out and I was on the ground. I pursed my lips trying to get my voice out when I felt someone sling me over their shoulder.
"I'm taking her to the hospital."
Before I could respond I was already unconscious and everything was of a blur. The last words I heard were the names of the men: Ruvel, Lastis and Diaval.