Hello! I'm Umbreonix. This is the fourth of my now four unfinished stories. I was hoping to finish Living Ghost first but this just came to me so I figured I'd write the prologue, acquire interest and input and get back to this as soon as possible. Please leave comments after reading! I love comments! *Puppy dog eyes*

I promise that I'm not going to make this OC anything of a Mary-Sue and if you see it coming, STOP ME.

The story's cover photo was done by the awesome Mondlichtvogel, deviant art link: art/You-should-have-seen-his-face-456816776

Disclaimer: I do not own K project

"Isn't this exciting Inoue-sama?" Asked the nurse cheerfully as she wheeled me out of the hospital. "Everything checked out, you can now go home!"

I smiled at the woman politely but couldn't really see the win in my predicament. I was still confined to this chair, and the doctors couldn't seem to decide how to help me. I was not paralyzed or anything like that, so there was hope. I was just weak, so frustratingly weak.

I allowed my hand to stroke softly through my long, black hair, stopping short as I encountered a small tangle. I removed it with only the slightest irritation, which I hid quite well, "Thank you for everything you've done. I'll be sure to send your name on to my father." The nurse beamed, that was what she really wanted after all. I say this with no bitterness, she was a kind woman with a motherly touch but one must take what they can in this world to get ahead. I was just happy to be able to provide this leverage to those I liked. It was about all I was good for.

We stepped out of the hospital grounds, and when I say stepped I mean rolled in my case of course. The limo was pulled up at the street waiting for me. By this time my character must be pretty much obvious. I was in every sense of the word a stock character, the weak princess, and my father's business partners ate it up. Sometimes I had wondered that if there actually was a way to help me, my father simply wouldn't allow it. Nothing but good fortune has come to him since I've been acquainted to the chair. He has profited well from my misery.

My name is Inoue Tsukiko. My name means moon child and that is who I've been raised to be; a silent and gentle soul quite like the moon. I could never understand what people saw in my weak smile and decrepit body, I had often secretly wished to be more like the sun. Though really that just wasn't me and that kind of personality would give me nothing but trouble as a future leading lady to some business tycoon my father would no doubt set me up with. Men don't want women with personality, or so I had come to gather.

We approached the car but stopped as we heard yelling from down the street. A young man on a skate board flashed by, he would have run straight into us if he had not done some last minute stunt, bouncing off the hospital gates. I watched him go with slight envy of his energy before noticing the baseball bat he dragged along behind him. I felt a shiver go up my spine. "What was he.." I started.

"That's a HOMRA member." Said the nurse shaking her head, "It's a shame to see one as young as him join such a violent gang. No doubt he'll be dead by thirty."

HOMRA. I had heard of it, everyone in this city has. I pondered about it as she helped me into the car. It was terrifying to think that I got so close to such a dangerous individual. I was now positive that bat was not meant for baseball. We drove away from the scene but I could still clearly picture the red of the man's hair. I clutched at the folds of my skirt in discomfort, the world was a frightful place.

It was a warm reception at home, the maids lined up at the front door and bowed. "Welcome back Inoue-sama!" They said simultaneously in a way that droned out their individual voices.

"Tsukiko my girl!" My father said as he walked down the stairs in the grand foyer. As always he wore a crisp suit from only the best tailor. His hair was neatly jelled back. "Welcome back! You're just in time for the luncheon with the hospital director."

I nodded politely. "I am very pleased to be back father, and am looking forward to thanking the kind man for the amazing services at the hospital." He smiled approvingly at my trained response.

The maids took me up to my room, no easy feat when it was on the third floor and I was in a wheel chair. They stood me up and held me securely as they dressed me in what I would be wearing to meet the director. I wobbled on my two legs and concentrated on keeping what little dignity I had at these times. They were truly the moments when I felt most powerless.

They held an elaborate red dress up to me and I nodded in agreement to the choice. I thought the red eerily similar to the gang member's red hair that stuck out from under his beanie. Then I wondered with mixed fascination why I had kept thinking back to that man. Most likely it had to do with the skateboard. While I was limited by my wheels he was able to use them to accomplish feats that an ordinary person couldn't. Through only seeing him in swift passing he became someone unreal in my mind. A legendary member of a dark organization so different from my own world. Or so I thought.

The diner was splendid, I expected no less from such a first class restaurant. The man was serious but kind, quite obviously charmed by my weak nature. I found the whole thing a little boring though, if not redone. I couldn't see why every time I was brought along it had to be a fancy dinner, they were all starting to meld in my memory.

We said our farewells and left the restaurant.

That was to be the second time I would encounter the red haired man, as well as be the encounter that would catalyze a string of events that would change my life forever.