A girl with long blonde hair sat the end of a playground. In her hair was a ratted white little bow. She sat hugging her knees and tears flowed down her face. Her large blue eyes cast shadows on the street every where she looked spreading her gloom.
Behind a building a young man with longer yellow blonde hair that was tied up in a pony tail. Only his bangs were in his face. He stood tense against the building peeking at the gurl at the edge of the play ground. He stared at her as predator does prey. His blue eyes matched the brilliant blue of her's. She stopped, wiped her face and smiled. She walked around and found a swing to sit in. Before sitting she gently her hand traced it. As she sat her smile faded and the boy's eyes went wide. He ran to her and yelled "Lenka!"
The girl looked up weakly before saying "Len." He arrived in time to catch her as she fell off the swing backwards and her eyes came to a close. He world left her.
Lenka's memory was perfectly flawed. The memory that her mind choose to live though once more was possibly the most painful one. But also a pleasant one. The lights were out in the chorus room and a Christmas movie was the playing. Teens and preteens alike were all there sitting on risers. On one side sat a boy with a Ds on and on the other sat Lenka. Len had been a mystory to her for the past month. Coming in late, leaving early and sang wonderfully.
Lenka stood and walked over there to sit next to him. "Pokemon, huh? Cool! Which Game Is it?"
Not even looking up from his game he said "Black."
"It's not as good as white."
"True." The two sat in silence until she finally asked him, "Do you play Yu-gi-oh?"
For the first time he looked up at her. He looked her over before saying, "Yes. I do play." He started at her and her at him. soon both starting speaking the language of cards and seemed to know that a connection was formed. But for how long they wouldn't know. Lenka smiled weakly and died in Len's arms.
Len begged and pleaded for her flame to come back. It didn't take long before Len accepted this fact. Tears in his eyes lingered as he pulled his hands away from her body and set her down on the concrete easily. On his hands he saw her blood. Pure anger ran though his body in a heat flash. Angry didn't even begin to explain the hate he felt.
His first and possible only love was killed. He would never see her smile, hear her laugh, or hold her ever again. Who ever did this would pay he would make sure of it so he walked to one of his friend's house.
The next morning a certain blue haired boy knocked on Rin's door but stormed in soon after. He searched the house quietly until he saw that the genius's bed door was closed. He smirked and opened it only to find the blonde shirtless and seeming to have just gotten out of the shower. Her head turned and she stared blankly at him. Kaito's face went red as he quickly closed the door and yelled, "J-j-just come out when your ready! We need to talk!" He speed walked over to the couch and waited for Rin.
It only took minutes for Rin to come out with a black shirt on and a purple scarf around her neck. "What is kaito?"
"Still flustered the blue boy retorted, "Why must you keep your door unlocked?"
"Because I don't expect boys to come though and see me half naked." Rin answered blankly.
"I mean your front door." He snapped.
"I know the only person who would come to visit are you and mum."
"You realize you are a detective right?"
"Yes. It is unnessary though for me to lock the door. Not many people care to come." Kaito raised an eye brow.
"Again may I remind you of people wanting to hurt you?"
Rin laughed. "I have this address so secure, it would take an incredibly smart criminal to get me. If I've caught them, they are the goldfish. My address in the police is fake. If you wish to contact me, they have yours. Thus you give me my cases and keep me from boredom."
Kaito sighed. "Speaking of cases, I have one for you."