She'd never seen the point. Though that was a contradiction. Her name was Kiyora. She loved the little things in life and being creative. She was a bright happy spirit who loved smiling. But she also didn't see the point in living when all she had to look forward to was death. She was dark and some would go as far as saying depressed. No one understands her, not the real her. Not that she expected them to. She was a contradiction. Always one thing, but also the opposite at the same time. But no matter how big a contradiction she was, no matter how happy she made herself pretend to be, she never understood the point of life. At least not until she met him. When he came into her world, she found her reason for living.

"You know, Kiryora, you always seem really happy." Orihime smiled, her big doe eyes as bright as ever.

"Thank you." I said, plastering my best fake smile on my face.

I was sitting on the roof eating lunch with Ichigo and the gang. Like I did every school day. They were my friends, or at least that's what I was to them. Don't get me wrong. They were my friends, but they didn't know me quiet as well as they thought they did.

'They all would tell you differently, of course. According to Orihime, we were best friends. Same with Tatsuki and Keigo. Chad didn't talk much, but I knew he considered me a friend. Ichigo was the same.' I thought to myself, looking at each of them in turn.

It was Ichigo, who held my gaze. His dark brown eyes were narrowed with worry, as he looked back into my purple iris' . He was similar to me in a lot of ways. We both hid what we truly felt, as to not worry those we cared about. But we did this for different reasons.

Him to make sure they didn't suffer because of him. I wasn't sure why I did it. It was just in my nature, I suppose.

"You know, you may be to stubborn for your own good, Ichigo." I said, gently wrapping my hand around his forearm.

"You're one to talk about being stubborn, Ki." He replied quickly, calling me by my childhood nickname with his smile in place.

I quickly retracted my hand.

"Stop that." I whispered, lowering my gaze to the ground. I could feel the questioning look he was giving me, but that question was never voiced.

"Kiyora!" a voice yelled through the chatter.

I turned to face the noise, trying to find the source. What I saw surprised me.

Mrs. Kayame was standing in the middle of the roof, looking for me.

Yes, what is it, Mrs. Kayame?" I asked my friendly English teacher.

"Your mother is in the office waiting for you."

Time seemed to stop at her words.

'My mother! That's impossible!' my mind screamed.

"Ma'am, you aren't allowed in the school without a visitors pass!" a voice yelled up the staircase behind Mrs. Kayame.

"It's all right, my daughters English teacher knows I'm here!" an all to familiar voice responded.

'Dear God, shoot me now.' I begged silently.