PROLOUGE
Did love have too hurt so bad? Did learning the truth have to burn like my own personal hell? Would my hindsight fail me now? My heart beat as fast as a mad criminal fleeing from justice... But then again.. what was justice?
Part one
Pitchblack nothing-ness, is the only way I could describe my room. The thought of this new discription made me laugh with no humor. I fight right in. On my warm bed I sat up into the uninviting arms of the midnight chill in my room. I looked around too see everything that would be hidden to the human eye. I eventualy slithered out of my comfort zone onto the much colder and even less inviting wood floor. I've done this five nights now without sleep. I walked to the vanity mirror on the other side of the room and on my little adventure there avoided the death traps that lurked in my room. I should really learn how to pick up my toys. The cats mewing outside let me know it was twilight now, and the breeze was only lightly damp with the rain from yesterday morning.
I flicked the light on, and the small space was instantly filled with a muted dim light. I looked around to only find half of my floor. the other parts, where their should be floor, there was toys and man-eating piles of clothing strewn about. I loked back to the mirror. I never cared much for what looked back.
The image was what most guys would admire, and girls would envy. but what it's owner would detest. The long black silk that ran from my scalp the flowed down my back and feathered across the left side of my face. The bronze luster of my skin against black deep set mysterious eyes. The dark burple bruises cast under the lining of black under my lower set of lashes.
I quickly dressed into my normal gothic attire, black skinny jeans and a tight black shirt, showing off what i had on my petite body. A quick Rap at my door got my attention, who would be up at two am? None other then him I would assume.
"Come in Ramiel!" I announced, loud enough for my guest to hear. "Well, long time no see, Mr. Kasmilos." I said with a grin.
He smiled his joker's smile. His hair was shaggy, and the lively color of mercury poured out of a Thermometer. one of his eyes was a light water blue that would remind anyone of a calm ocean, the other reminded one of dancing flames in his crimson eye. But alomst always they both where kind. His pale skin was marryed with Tattoos. Dragons that ran from his back flying down his arms and resting on his hands. He held elements, he suspended them and conjured them as he pleased. sometimes as needed, sometimes just too show off. His blood red trench coat was flung to my bed as he sat in 'his chair' beside me.
"You still nocturnal, I see. Right, Kimiko?"
"Ah!" i said with a scoff, "You're only jelious I can stay awake for weeks on end and you still need sleep."
"you say that as if you're certin." He laughed.
"Keep in mind, Ramiel, I know where you sleep, and i'm awake while you're doing so." He pondered that for a moment then brushed it off as if I where no real threat.
"Anyway, I'm talking you too see your sister. Nel, so pack your bags! It's time for a road trip!"
I always enjoyed times With my sister and Ramiel, They both had special fetures, Like sissy could use flames as she danced! and Ram could use earth, wind, water, and Sis's fire. While i sat and watched. But this time, I swear, they'll teach me something.