FYI: I just started watching the show. I like it.

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Summary: Maki is a girl who was born with a rare system of being a Two-Character Bearer called 'X-Negative'. When she has to move, can Amu and Ikuto prevent her suicide attempts?

From the author of Survival, an Inuyasha fan fiction, and Mistletoe, a Vampire Knight fan fiction…

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My Patch of Ice and Blood

Chapter 1

X-Negative

A car, a cat, a…sheep…the scenes go by as my step-father drives the car latterly across the F*CKING country of Japan. It sucks to be honest, having to move in the middle of the year, but Mommy said it'd help with 'clearing my head'. Nobody understands what really happened. Nobody. I cross my arms and glare out the window. I'm not positive. I'm not negative. I'm not sure what I am anymore. To be honest with you, the reader, I was positive once. But when Daddy died, all went down-hill. Mommy remarried to this B*TCH who I swear I've seen wear, like, FIVE of Mommy's bikini's, in which making me question his gender. Mommy got a new, high-paying job, but she's not at home most of the time, and neither is 'Little Bo Peep', so I'm often home alone. No brothers, one unborn sister, the usual CR*PPY life. This all started when I was seven, and I'm, what, eleven? I shut my eyes and watch the moon, a shooting star flying by. I clasp my hands with one another and bow my head, eyes closed, in that praying position. Please…all I want are friends. I'll even take a black cat!

You see, I'm extremely superstitious, so if someone even likes black cats, I think that's instant bad luck for life after life. I slump in the left back seat of the car and lightly set my left albino temple on the side of the car. The air-conditioning is cranked up all the way, forming goose bumps on my skin, but due to my 'condition', it's just like normal in here. I rub my tired eyes and watch another star fly by. My eyes moisten irritably. Please…I'M BEGGING YOU! I hug my ribs and I stare into the night. I gap slightly when I see the faint whipping of a tail.

I want to be…a friend.

I dig constantly through my luggage while the movers hoist in some television Mommy bought me to shut me up, in which she's not that mean. She's extremely angelic, it's just the fact that she has these headaches, so she prefers no complaining, which is actually rare for me. The white trimmed window is locked shut, the walls are sky-blue, and some milk is resting on the desk. The movers run out at the sight of my grit teeth and pulsating veins beneath the forehead and the door slams, so I huff a cool puff of air and blink around, straight up and arms limp to my sides. The bed is big enough for two fifteen-year-olds, which I find a bit out of hand. There's a small painting of a bowl of fruit Mommy painted for me, which is fantastic with the realistic texture and shading by the way. The dark wood desk is up against the left wall if you're standing at the back wall to my present left, an elegant, hardwood chair pushed into. I yawn and shift my feet on the light brown carpet, the light purple pillows and sheets laid out for me to enter under the covers. I take a pair of old scissors and cut myself on the arm just to check if this is real.

It is.

I sigh and grit my teeth, chucking the scissors above the light wood headboard, the blades piercing a hole into the dry-wall, I think Mommy called it. Speaking of Mommy and Daddy, I call them that because Mommy doesn't like it when I call her something 'grown-up' to put it to words. Daddy was the exact same. I sigh. I remember so clearly how it went…I shake my head and kick the chair. Jeez, nothing good comes out of this SH*T. I fall on my butt and curl my knees to my torso. Tomorrow's my first full day of this torture, and Mommy said I won't be going to school until 'I make some improvement'. I growl and hug my knees to my chin. I want to go home, my real home. I hear a soft tap and look up to jump back, right eye twitching like crazy and my arms the only back support at the moment. Outside the window is a floating, little person with car ears and a tail. I raise a tail and date back to those wishing stars. Is this real? That's when I note that the tail and ears are black. I scream and duck under the bed half-way, as* high in the air while I look for some horseshoes and clovers. I rip up a floorboard and snatch out a monster trap, wondering who even put it there, since the house is new, and shrug, fighting out of under the bed to stand and turn to the window with the trap raised high. I freeze once I see that the window is wide-open. I drop the trap instantly. I gulp and stare out at the open night. I glance to see the milk is gone and I refuse to look behind me.

That's when it comes.

'It' is my serious condition. My head pulsates, cramps, my body heats up like it's about to explode…I clutch my fists as an 'X' tries to carve itself into my forehead. I run towards the window and jump out, smashing into a dumpster. I hear a meow and scream, looking next to me to see another black cat. I clutch my head and shake it, curling into a ball there. I feel a pulsing, racing pain up and down my left arm, holding my head to keep it in one piece. I have never learned what this system is called, but I like to call it 'X-Negative', since it tries to make 'X's constantly and my blood is A-Negative. Scars in the forehead aren't exactly bloodless you know. Someone shuts the dumpster lid and I feel the pulse in my neck speed. My bloodshot eyes are wide and I scream, something in my chest aching. I kick the lid up and clutch the edge, catapulting out and seeing some guy with orange shoulder hair and glasses. He looks like an adult, but who knows these days?

"W-ho are you?" I demand, keeping the stance of bravery.

He's not smiling. "Please, you're sick, Miss Kia."

I take a step back. "How do you know my name?"

He holds out a hand. "Please…all questions will be answered if you come with us."

Us? I freeze and my heart clenches. I wince and then they come: the memories. They're short flashes now, since this is only a mild case. One's Daddy, smiling and holding me, his newborn. One's Mommy, hugging Daddy. One's the two arguing. One's Mom's remarriage. One's…that kid. I clutch my head and spread my legs a bit, bending the knees slightly and trembling. No more…I scream, and all fades.