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Chapter 1
I can't take this anymore. I'm not useful. Nobody will care if I die. I don't give a shit about life anymore anyways…
The air was quiet. The trees stirred with the sharp, bitter winds that bode of the coming winter. Reflecting the moon, a glimmer in the darkness was all that was noticeable. It was a knife in the hand of a young girl who had just reached womanhood. Shihio Sakabara was thinking about her life.
If I die now, nobody will care, right? My sisters don't care. My bitch mother doesn't care. And Papa, the only person in this world who ever loved me is gone. Vanished without a trace. Why should anyone care?
In her tan-red coat with many pockets, and a pale gray scarf, she looked at the carving knife she held to her wrist. She would have looked like a normal girl, oh yes. She would have looked normal with her blond hair if it weren't for her other traits. Her eyes were golden, with flecks of amber, and they seemed to glow with a light of their own. And her skin, oh, how she despised her skin. It was green, of all colors a dark green. Just for this people hated her, called her names like "toad face," and even stole her things and beat her while those other selfish bastards walked on by, minding their own business.
I'll end it now, right here. That's what I'll do.
Tears were welling up in her eyes. Nobody loved her, and no one cared. She would have been able to cut the final stroke with her blood, smelling of old coins, flooding to the ground as she slowly departed from this cold, cruel world. She would have been able, that is, if it weren't for HIM.
The soft rumbling of an engine started behind her. It began softly, and then began to grow. By the time she looked behind her, it was too late. The large black motorcycle rammed into her, and she went flying. The last thing she saw was a man with a black helmet, with his face hidden by what looked like a silk scarf of the finest red. This was probably the end for her, for she was drifting down…down…down…
"What do you think you're doing?"
Before she could go unconscious, she was slapped across the face with a leather gloved hand.
"Oh no…I killed her…"
What was going on? He was worried?
"OH DAMNIT!!! I KILLED HER!"
A girly scream rang through the night as the stranger rolled on the ground, shrieking.
"SHE WAS HERE AND I KILLED HER! I'M A MURDERER!"
Shihio got up into a sitting position.
"What are you talking about? I'm not dead."
And yet, the clearly insane man continued to ignore her.
"THESE HANDS ARE SOILED WITH THE BLOOD OF A LITTLE LAMB! WHY IN THE NAME OF THE THREE GOLDEN GODDESSES DID THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN? WHY?"
"I'M NOT FREAKIN DEAD!"
The psycho turned around and stared at her. She stared back. They continued to stare at each other for a minute.
"YOU'RE ALIVE! OH, I'M SO HAPPY I COULD KILL- I mean kiss you."
The only thought currently circulating in Shihio's head was "WTF" as the motorcycle man threw off his helmet and lunged at her. The next thing she knew was that his lips were on hers, and she was staring into his eyes. His skin was exactly like hers, and even his eyes were somewhat similar. The only difference was that he was a guy, and his hair was a bright red.
"GET OFF OF ME!"
She kicked him off, and then prepared to do a fancy move that she learned in judo class when he got up and began brushing his jeans and leather jacket off.
"What was that for? Can't a guy show his appreciation for Din's sake?"
"YOU FRENCHED ME YOU BASTARD!"
"Worthless, just worthless. Why did I even come after you if you don't even like me, let alone kiss me?"
On his motorcycle again, he screamed at her as he drove away,
"WE SHALL MEET AGAIN! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
And with that, he hit a pole. Shihio just decided to run away as fast as she could.
