RIN
RIN
It wasn't the first time I'd seen him. He stood there against me, pressing my body further and further into the wall behind me. The forces between me hurt like hell both ways. His dark, ink black hair contrasted with my ash blonde hair that hung loosely past my waist- almost to my knees. His navy blue eyes bore into my bright green ones. I hated him and he knew it. He was crazy; he knew that, as well. All this stalking, all this crap he'd bee mumbling about since he met me- none of it seemed to make since. He'd find me, pin me up or down, and keep talking. He only talked about one key thing, though. Contractors.
"Rin... Rin! Are you even listening to me?" He snapped. It's funny how he's known my name since the second we first met, but I still have no clue of his.
"Who are you?" I ask for what seems like the millionth time in the past week.
"I told you who I am. I'm someone who wants to help you." He sounded so sincere that I almost believed him.
"No! What's your name? What are you? Why," My voice shook as it broke, "Why do you want me?"
"I don't want you, Rin. I only want to help you."
"Then help me by leaving me alone!"
I heard the anger in my voice. None of it sounded familiar. I'd never been the type to just be angry at someone. I was always so calm. But I suppose things change. Things, being my anger, began changing around the time I met him. That was also around the time that five new 'stars' had come into existence. You see, in this new world, stars don't exist anymore. Well, real stars don't exist anymore, anyway. They're the symbols of contractors and dolls. When a new star appears, a new contractor is made. When one disappears, well that means that a contractor somewhere has stopped living.
I shouldn't know these things. Most people would have their memories erased for knowing as much as I do- but none of that matters when your the daughter of Osai Howe. Osai, my father, is one of the scientists that works for PANDORA. Sometimes, like my brother, I sneak in and read some of the files. He always finds out, but as long as we don't tell- we keep our memories. Dai, my older brother, and I decided to go to the edge of Hell's Gate one day. It was my idea, but he'd taken the blame when we somehow passed out and ended up inside. We don't remember anything that happened, and our father doesn't look at us the same way anymore.
We hadn't cared. Our father never really paid much attention to us before, but we'd come to live that way. All we had was each other. It's all we've ever had. But since last week, after all of these events happened, Dai has been leaving home a lot. He always comes to my room before he leaves and when he gets back. He lets me know he's safe- then he's gone again.
A pressure on my chest snaps me back into reality.
"Rin, you weren't listening again." The boy says. I'd admit he was rather handsome if he weren't crushing the life out of me at the moment.
"Well it's kind of hard to listen when the only thing you hear is your rib cage being crushed to death."
He loosens up on me. He leans down to me, his lips just beside my ear.
"Rin Howe, I'm Kye Uzumai and I'm a contractor," I feel him press against me a little more and my breath catches at his words. "But don't be afraid, because you're a contractor, too."