A clap of thunder and a flash of lightening briefly illuminate the night sky. A scream of agony soon follows. Angry shouts could be heard as rain softly fell to the earth below. "You damn bastard! You were spying on me again, weren't you?" screamed a raven haired swordswoman named Motoko. The man she was yelling at was Keitaro Urashima. "No! I was only..." he started to say, but was cut off as Motoko swung her sword at him. She heard a faint pitter patter and thought that it was only the rain. She took no time to notice the blood slowly dripping off the end of her unsheathed blade. The moon slowly made its accent into the sky and the day was done.
The sun rose to a new day. The peace of the morning was shattered as a shriek cut through the sky. The resident chef of the Hinat-sou saw Keitaro lying in a pool of blood. His blood had made it's was over to the hot springs and dyed the water a dark orange. Her cry had woke the rest of the girls in the dormitory. "What is it Shinobu? Did that pervert do anything to you?" asked Naru. As they made their way to the bath, though, they stood and stared in shook at the sight that lay before them.
Beep. Beep. Beep. That little insistent noise that lets us know we keep a firm grasp on this rampant chaos we call life and reality. A flurry of noise erupts around Keitaro as he slowly regains consciousness. He is aware of his weakness but not of how close he came to dieing. He blinked as light poured into his eyes. When he opened them, he saw the blurred image of a hospital room. A nurse walked in and checked his vital signs. She called in a doctor when she realized that he was awake. When the doctor finished his task, Keitaro fell into the sweet oblivion of sleep. He woke late that night and saw a figure sitting in the chair beside his bed. By the position it was in he guessed the person was asleep. "Naru..." was all he could muster. Though it was almost silent, it was enough to rouse his guest.