Prologue: Bitter Blood
My mother's name is Rumiiko Makino. Most of my time is spent on hating my mother now and I hate my life. I always felt I was a nuisance since the day I was able to think for myself. I know both my parents hate me, I was a mistake. A result of teenage hormones, it hurts to know that I'm the reason for my mother's anger and her frustration. I've been told that I'm not loved….it's time you see me from my perspective…
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She hates me she hates me she hates me she hates me…she'd rather take sides with her boyfriend than with me. I'm her child DAMMIT I'M HER GODDAMN CHILD! She's supposed to take sides with me not her damn boyfriend! She'd rather choose a mere fling over her own blood, her own creation! I've been here since the day I was brought into this world. It hurts…it hurts so much…I don't know how much I can take of this…
"Hmm hmm…" A auburn haired youth rocked back and forth repetitively, her knees drawn against her chest tightly. Her violet orbs stared blankly from the corner she placed herself in as she hummed in a melancholy trance. Beside her lay a long silver object reflecting in what little moonlight shone through the window beside the sliding door. A long slender hand slowly inched toward the silver object…
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Ryo Akiyama slowly walked down a street in the partially reconstructed West Shinjuku. His baby blue orbs slowly took in his surroundings in slight awe. His family recently moved to West Shinjuku from their two story home in Fukuoka and he had yet to tell Takato and the others of his new residence in this town. He wanted to surprise them all when he attended West Shinjuku's local high school. Being one year older than the other tamers he was eighteen and had matured greatly. He was a little over 6 ft in height, had a lean muscular body, a pair of gorgeous sky irises, and a heart melting smile. Which to his chagrin was an even more of a reason for girls to chase after him.
A loud crash resonated through a side of an alleyway.
"Huh?" Ryo cautiously walked over to the source of the noise. He heard a slight rustle near a couple of oversized garbage filled cans. He heard a low guttural chuckle come behind. Before Ryo could turn around he felt himself being hurled into the wall behind, a large cold hand wrapped tightly around his neck.. Ryo let out a groan as he felt something sharp needles pierce the skin on his neck as all went black…
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Jenrya Lee looked out his window. It was late, actually around half an hour before midnight and he felt restless. He laid back lazily against the headboard of his bed. His dark shades of natural blue hair glowed black in this restless of nights. He closed his steel colored eyes, trying to get some sleep. He had school tomorrow.
"I have a feeling something is not right here…"
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Seiko Makino slowly walked down the halls of the old traditional Japanese home, she was doing her nightly check over her granddaughter. The aging brunette slowly slid the wooden door open. "Oh my goodness…RUKI!!!!!!"
There in a crumpled heap lain a pale teenage girl, a glassy look haunted her violet chasms as they stared blankly at nothing. Crimson blood ran down her still wrists and onto the hard floor, oozing into puddles beneath her hands.
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