My brother and I had just moved to a new part of Japan. He thought the farther we were from our abusive parents, the better we are. The problem was, I didn't want to move. My girlfriend dumped me when she heard I was moving, she couldn't handle long distance relationships. Most of my other friends stopped talking to me.
Since I was new, I took the time to walk around, learn the area. As I was walking, I found a barber shop with a red double-decker bus on the roof. On the side of the bus were three letters, a D, an S, and an A. DSA. I thought it was a joke, so I went up to investigate. There came a voice, "Halt, you are on private property." I took a step back as the computerized alarm stopped.
I began heading back down the stairs but was greeted by a gun to the face. I froze instantly, seeing the girl meant business.
"Mikura, who is it?" a man with blond, spiky hair asked.
"I don't know." The pink haired girl replied.
"She doesn't look that dangerous." An old man said, looking at me.
"What's your name?" Mikura asked.
I spoke as quickly as I could. "My name is Mikura Hoshi."
"Mikura!" I heard my brother calling my name.
They all motioned for me to stay silent before the blond man looked at my brother.
"A musician?" He asked.
"Sort of." I said, looking down.
In truth, my brother and I had come from a world called "Shambala." He had been what they call a "State Alchemist." Soon after the two of us were sucked through this gate, we met more strange people. They called themselves "Soul Reapers." Brother was soon turned into what they called a "Substitute Soul Reaper."
I remained powerless.
"Why are you here?" Mikura asked.
"I was exploring, I just moved here." I said, still speaking quickly.
The old man looked at me. "Remember this place if you have something important."
"Especially remember if it's something dangerous." Mikura smiled.
I looked at her, feeling the bulge in my skirt grow.
Mikura noticed this and gave me a wink as I left.
I left the building and ran to my brother, giving him a big hug.
"I hate it when you do that." He said, referring to the bulge.
"Sorry." I said. "I found…"
"…another girl you like." He finished. "I know."
"Her and her friends do dangerous jobs. Perhaps we could join them." I suggested.
"I'll think about it. Let's just head home for tonight." He sighed.
I nodded and began leading him back home.