Chapter Two
Hito
Pride; the one word that could explain something that could not be stripped away from the fifteen year old individual. Everything about her worked through what her pride would allow, but this was only because of her past. It wasn't the nicest.
Hitogoroshi was fifteen years of age with tri-colored hair. Her bangs were a dark crimson, the top of her hair all the way to her ears were black, then faded out to brunette at the bottom; her eyes a deep scarlet color. A more aggressive air seemed to surround this girl. Most her age would be interested in boys and their social life, but she was more interested in keeping away from humanity, wanting to completely cut herself off.
When she was younger, her father 'disappeared' and her mother had disowned her. So Hito grew up with that burden hanging over her, living with her Grandparents. They had always been the-… two faced type. Leviathan, Hito's grandmother, would play nice until everyone left, then would continue to yell at Hito for whatever had upset her. Hito made a habit of living off the streets after taking it for so long, returning to her home whenever she pleased.
It was one night she was out with two of her friends that she realized she was more different from the rest of her group than she thought…
"Damnit," Hito sneered, searching the pockets of her black jacket once more. "I left my bloody lighter at home. Blues? Soul?" She turned to her two male companions, who shook their heads as an answer. "Well that's just fucking great!" She exclaimed, about to throw the cigarette on the ground. That's when the end suddenly caught ablaze when she touched it. "Woah…" She mumbled, removing her hand from the burning end.
"That's… not normal…" Blues answered. "Or maybe we're just tired…" The blonde male nodded, grabbing his pink haired friend. "We need to go," he said before dragging Soul away. Hitogoroshi shook her head, a sneer escaping her. She had always been the short tempered kind, and it irked her to no end when her friends left on such short notice. But only for a moment; she shook her head to push away the irritation. "It's probably nothing," she mumbled, a puff of smoke escaping through her.
Scarlet eyes averted to the dark night sky, admiring the black clouds that covered the stars. The alley way she was sitting in had a perfect view of the sky. It was placed between two vacant houses. She had always come here for solace, to get away from the rest of the world. Usually, it worked. This place was pretty dead. But, not tonight.
Something odd happened… Hitogoroshi was never usually one to pry, but no one around here had… pets. A strange, large, brown owl had swooped down, landing on the garbage can next to Hito, an envelope in its beak.
"What the- hell?" Hito questioned aloud. She had always been bold when it came to animals, and reached out to snatch the letter. "It's… to me…?" She checked twice on the name. It was her's. But… who would send it? Well, she would never know until she found out. Reading it's contents almost shocked her. What kind of cruel joke was this!? A school… for Witch-Craft and Wizardry? And she was being asked to join? Hito thought her never lucky enough to be asked into something like this. Well… it appeared she had no time to sleep on the offer. "Interesting…"
"Heh, I might as well." Without going back to her house, Hito walked out from the alley way, and onto the empty street, tightly clutching the envelope, the Owl on her shoulder.
