Foreword from Rita- Well, second one here! This takes place before and during the games, and is part of Rhyme's point of view during the games. This is at least the prologue, though, so we get to the…okay, I should shut up now. XD

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The dream wasn't what the girl has seen before. Blood, she saw, and the tips of someone's blonde hair dyed pink from it, and she and the body were surrounded by darkness then. It suddenly struck the girl that this could have been her, maybe, or her brother. She shook her head. It probably wasn't from her, yet…

The dead body wore a orange sweater, with a heart-shaped skull and crossbones on it. White overalls, half-way down, the top part of it forming a half skirt, black and orange tennis shoes, the blonde head covered with a black hat with a gem skull pin on it, and last but not least, a bell necklace.

The girl shuddered in fear, and fell onto her behind. She hugged her legs to her chest, knowing that the body was her's, for sure. She just didn't know why it was her body. She didn't even have any clothes like that, except for the bell. It was the same exact bell, and it was a rare pendant, given to her by her brother. Trembling, she closed her eyes, wanting to get away from this dream.

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Rhyme's alarm went off, though she had forgotten that the short Summer vacation was here already, and she had no need to wake up at 7:30 in the morning for now. Regardless of that, she climbed out of bed, her hair filled with cow-licks, and had on the usual nightwear- a Lolita skull t-shirt, and white sweatpants. It wasn't a good set of night clothes, but she did find them comfy.

She stretched, and yawned, then hitting the off button on the clock on her nearby nightstand. Taking a comb, she quickly straightened her hair, and put on her slippers. She creaked her door open, and looked out of the safety of her room.

They aren't at it again…Thank Lord. Rhyme thought to herself. Her brother, Beat, and her parents were almost fighting constantly, and it worried her badly. She stepped out into the hallway, closing the door behind her, and stepped into the kitchen. The home was just a small one- One floor, but it had two bathrooms, two bedrooms, and a decent-sized living room, along with the kitchen.

"Good morning." Rhyme said, as she sat upon one of the cushions by the table, her legs underneath her, expecting breakfast to not even be started on, yet to her surprise, her mother was cooking at this time.

"Morning, Raimu-Chan." Her mother had replied, busy cooking miso soup.

"Will you be needing any help, Okaa-San?" Rhyme asked her mom.

"At least let your brother know that breakfast is almost ready. He should be listening to music right about now, as always." Her mother sighed, as she turned on the rice cooker, and put away the miso seasoning.

"Alright." With that, Rhyme got back up, and walked again, into the hallway. Her father was in the living room, which was on the other side of the kitchen, and it was connected into the hallway. She stepped into the hallway, though, and she certainly heard a small trace of music. She came up to her brother's door, which had many different little decorations on it. She knocked onto the door. No answer. She knocked on it again, but there was the usual reply- "One second, yo!"

Rhyme opened the door, and poked her head inside.

"O-nii-san~" She almost sung, letting each syllable drown out. She noticed that he had his mp3 player on, and was dancing funny, his back to her. She giggled, and her brother suddenly stopped, and looked behind him.

"Bwaaaaah! Rhyme, don't scare me like that!" Her brother asked.

The funniest brother, ever. Rhyme thought, giggling again. "Sorry, Onii-san."

"Rhyme, ya can call me Beat, ya know." Beat shrugged. He was already dressed, as early as it already was.

"Well, mom wanted me to tell you that breakfast is almost done," Winking at him, she added, "And its your favorite, too- Miso soup and rice, instead of omelets today!"

Her brother cheered in happiness. It wasn't really his favorite, but cheese omelets were all that their parents could afford to have for breakfast each day, since the dinners were usually pricy and they had a fridge too, so the eggs and milk wouldn't go bad. Yet, they were finally able to have a traditional breakfast, which was always a better meal then the omelets.

"Oh, I also have something fo' ya. I'll hand it to ya after 'fast, sis." Her brother said. She was slightly confused. She did know that her brother did care for her, but how could he have gotten it? Rhyme just had to wonder…

Breakfast went by fast. Luckily for Rhyme, her father was still a little tired, so there wasn't an argument at the table. After breakfast, she followed Beat to his room, where he produced two small boxes, one of them being kind that normally holds clothes, and the other, a shoe box. Opening it, she gasped a little. It was the same shirt and overalls she had on, in her dream, and the hat, too. The shoe box even held the same kind of shoes. Regardless of the similarity to the clothes in her dream, she went to her room and tried them on.

She had trouble of trying to make the overalls look like what it had looked like in her dream. She liked it that way, better than having it cover her shirt. She showed Beat, who fixed her problem for her, and she was soon looking like what she had in her dream. It scared her a little, but what was there to be frightened about? It was probably just déjà vu, nothing more.

"How does it look now?" Beat asked, afterwards.

"I like it." She had a big smile on her face. She had truly liked the outfit. She gave her brother a hug, but her phone went off. The cell phones her family would carry around was part of the reason why they had a few money problems, but as crowded as Shibuya was, they definitely came in handy. Especially at Rhyme's age. Unexpectedly for her, it had rescued her once, after she got caught between two gangs fighting over who would kidnap her. They had let their guard down, and she had been able to call the police, yet she told no one after that, and wanted to keep it that way. Her parents were even kind enough to go and keep it a secret.

She got a message from her friend, asking if she could come over, to at least chat. Rhyme said thanks to her brother once more, and her parents cleared her to go out. Her friend only lived a few blocks away, and Rhyme happily walked over.

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The trip was only a few hours. Her friend had asked if Rhyme would want to tag along with her to the movies in the message, which Rhyme was already given permission to. The two friends had a good time, at least, and chatted for a while after the movie. Time was soon flying by, and Rhyme had to head over back home.

Arriving home was not wonderful. She could hear her brother and father starting to argue, and she went to her room, after quickly telling her mother she was back. She read a book, which helped her drown out the unbalanced peace in the house.

Dinner was also soon done, and she could feel the angry stares of her brother staring at her father. She calmly took small bites, her heart beating, and she could feel it pounding against her. While transporting a bite of rice to her mouth, her father finally slammed down his chopsticks on the table, and also his bowl of rice, too.

"Don't you stare at me like that, Daisukenojo Bito!" Her father yelled at Beat. Her hand stopped halfway, and her mouth immediately shut tight.

"I'm not the one who did it at school, ya hear me?!" Beat yelled back at his father. Rhyme winced, and dropped her chopsticks, and her hands stayed where they were.

"Now look at what you made Raimu do! You scared her!" Their father once again yelled at Beat.

"Don't bring Rhyme into this!" The hard-headed teen yelled back.

"Please excuse me…" Rhyme whispered to her mother, and walked to her room. She could hear their voices, as the stress of worrying got to her. She ran to the nearest bathroom. She truly didn't like this all, and she was still suffering from her family arguing two days ago.

After letting out her stress, she filled up a small paper cup with water and rinsed her mouth. She truly didn't like where this all was going. Apparently, this time, someone from Beat's school had covered a full wall of the building outside with graffiti. CAT, a designer in Shibuya who would make all kinds of clothes, pins, music, Etc. was thought to have been the one to do it. He (or she) was known for their amazing graffiti artwork, but CAT wasn't the one who did it. So, the school officials have been leaning towards a false idea that Beat did it. Rhyme knew it wasn't true, but her brother wouldn't let her say anything in it.

She hopped onto her bed, and grabbed a pillow, placing it over her legs, as she pulled her legs back to her chest, as she had done in her dream. More of the argument had followed, and Rhyme was crying a few tears. She didn't know why her brother and parents were like this. She heard the door slam, and looked at her door, knowing that Beat must have left.

Rhyme opened the door quietly, and shut it quietly. Without telling her parents, she put on her tennis shoes, and walked out the door. She looked both ways, and saw Beat heading over to the scramble crossing. Careful to not let him out of her sight, she followed him, over to the Miyashita park underpass. Her brother was walking at the sidewalk there, and she ran after him.

"Beat!" She cried out, hoping to get her brother to stop. He looked back, and saw her running to him. He seemed to mumble something, and hopped onto his skateboard, crossing the street. She ran up, and began to cross the street, but she saw Beat's eyes widen to her left, and she stopped in the middle of the walk path, as her bell ringed. He started running to her, and out of the corner of her eyes, she saw a car going over the speed limit, heading right at her.

She began to scream, as Beat tackled her, and covered her with his body to protect her. The car then made impact, hitting Beat on his side, and Rhyme in the head, hard enough for it to be numb. Beat immediately let Rhyme go for some reason, and she could feel her brother not breathing when he did, and she tumbled ahead. Her head kept on hitting the ground, hard, and the vehicle sped away, as she finally stopped on her back. She could feel the blood rushing from her head onto her back, and her vision came to a blur. She looked over to her right, and with eyes blurred with tears, she saw Beat on his side.

Rhyme knew of the fate that hit her brother, and knew it would come to her. Feelings of regret poured into her fading mind.

If only I didn't follow him…If only they didn't argue…If only I wasn't so stupid to not look for cars…She shed a small tear, and her eyes finally closed. She no longer felt the warmth of the blood, or the asphalt, and not even the numbness of her head. All she could sense was the voices of worry at her brother and herself.

Then, all of the voices then muted. Rhyme couldn't open her eyes, but she felt as if someone was next to her. The person then began to speak.

"Welcome to the Underground, Raimu Bito." The voice said.