Chapter 1 – How it all started

"Hey, you look lost. Do you need directions?" someone asked from behind me. I spun around and bumped into a tall, smiling, red-haired boy. "Do you need help? You seem lost." He asked again, gently. He looked really nice.

I stared into his amber eyes and shook my head no, before hurrying away quickly, regretting it every step of the way. I walked faster and faster, and before I realized it, I was running, sprinting away, desperately trying to get rid of that horrible feeling of guilt clawing at the pit of my stomach.

Why hadn't I been able to answer him? Why wasn't I able to speak anymore? Was I really so weak?

It's all in her head. It'll pass soon, when she's ready. We shouldn't have to worry. It's a completely normal reaction, with what's happened to her. She'll open up at her own pace. One or two months at most.

It had been 6 months, and I still wasn't strong enough to talk again. I wanted to. I so dearly wanted to… But the words would not come.

Oh how many times I had tried to speak. But every time I failed, I became more and more disappointed with myself, and gradually lost most of the self confidence I had before. I had become merely a shadow of my past self.

I rounded a corner and ran straight into a blond human-wall. Literally, a human wall holding a Piyo-chan doll. The person must have been at least a head and a half taller than me, but the force of me surprise-sprinting into him made him stumble back and his glasses fell off. I scurried over to his glasses and picked them up to give them to him, but when I turned around to him, he was looking at me with such an expression of hatred, that a cold shiver ran down my spine.

"YOU", he said, before being cut off.

"Hey! Natsuki, what are you doing, we're going to be late!" Another blond boy approached us. His eyes widened as he looked at his friend's face.

"Oh no, his glasses fell off. It's Satsuki now… I don't have time for thins! We're going to be late!" He started looking around for his friend's glasses, so I approached him a held out my hand with the glasses in them. His gaze rested on my hand, before going up to my face.

"You found his glasses! Thank you so much." He smiled as he took the glasses from my hand with his black-nailed one. Our fingers brushed together and he smiled again, looking straight into my eyes. He was really cute.

I backed away hastily, and the cute blond guy proceeded in running after his friend to put his glasses back on him. I turned and walked away after a couple of seconds, thinking that when they were done with their circus, they might come to talk to me, and I would hate having to answer them back with cold silence. I could so easily see their disappointed faces, just like the ones of all my old friends before I moved, telling me they loved me, but hating me deep down because they knew they weren't the one I would ever open up to.

That's why I'd moved, partly. I couldn't stand their pitying, judging eyes on me even a second more. I'd felt weak, and even more so with them by my side. And that's why I had fled. Fled to the other side of the world. To Japan.

I do not own any of the characters, or the bands in Uta No Prince-Sama, but the protagonist (and her -dead- best friend) of this story is my own creation. Please do not steal them without authorization (just ask). Thanks dudes. :) Peace