Rain poured from the slate gray sky hovering over the Juuban district. A
young female carefully trod on the slippery sidewalk, trying not to step in
the puddles that lay ahead of her. Deep blue was the color of her optics,
the all seeing part of her porcelain face. That face was framed by wavy
aqua colored hair that cascaded past her thin shoulders. This girl, a
vision of beauty, had a troubled expression on her normally smiling visage.
A vision she had experienced greatly disturbed the young woman. She was off on her way to find her lover, and share with her the disturbing dream. As she grew closer to the dwelling of her beau, her thoughts began to scramble about. Did she look all right? That was an easy question to answer. She always wore the same thing: Her Mugen School uniform.
She walked on, ignoring the torrent of rain beginning to fall. Her feet were damp, and her hair was soaked, even though she was protected by an umbrella, and there were tears forming at the corners of the deep blue pools that were her eyes. Michiru wanted to cry out, but fell silent. A clap of thunder was heard, followed by a blinding flash of lightning. A minute later, she arrived at the apartment of her beau, soaking wet and frightened. The tears were flowing freely now, her face was stained by a bit of excess mascara. Her whole body was shaking, because of the cold, wet clothing she was wearing, and because she was sobbing hopelessly. Gasping for breath, she knocked on the door of Tenou Haruka.
No answer. She tried again, knocking a little harder this time. Still, the only thing that was audible was the faint sound of pounding raindrops on the roof of the building. Michiru lifted up the doormat outside of Haruka's apartment. Underneath it was a key, which she usually used to open the door anyways. In her panic, she'd forgotten about it. She picked up the small key and inserted it into the hole. Turning the key and the knob, Michiru stepped inside. She slipped off her soaking wet shoes and she flicked a lightswitch, brightening up the intensely dark room. The sobs had subsided now, but her head was throbbing with such a horrible pain that she thought that dying would be better than this. However, suicide wasn't a good thing, ever. She felt around the room, her eyes were closed now, and found a chair. She opened her eyes slightly, for she was still a little afraid of what she would see, not to mention her extreme sensitivity to light at the present time kept the lids of her almond shaped eyes together.
A vision she had experienced greatly disturbed the young woman. She was off on her way to find her lover, and share with her the disturbing dream. As she grew closer to the dwelling of her beau, her thoughts began to scramble about. Did she look all right? That was an easy question to answer. She always wore the same thing: Her Mugen School uniform.
She walked on, ignoring the torrent of rain beginning to fall. Her feet were damp, and her hair was soaked, even though she was protected by an umbrella, and there were tears forming at the corners of the deep blue pools that were her eyes. Michiru wanted to cry out, but fell silent. A clap of thunder was heard, followed by a blinding flash of lightning. A minute later, she arrived at the apartment of her beau, soaking wet and frightened. The tears were flowing freely now, her face was stained by a bit of excess mascara. Her whole body was shaking, because of the cold, wet clothing she was wearing, and because she was sobbing hopelessly. Gasping for breath, she knocked on the door of Tenou Haruka.
No answer. She tried again, knocking a little harder this time. Still, the only thing that was audible was the faint sound of pounding raindrops on the roof of the building. Michiru lifted up the doormat outside of Haruka's apartment. Underneath it was a key, which she usually used to open the door anyways. In her panic, she'd forgotten about it. She picked up the small key and inserted it into the hole. Turning the key and the knob, Michiru stepped inside. She slipped off her soaking wet shoes and she flicked a lightswitch, brightening up the intensely dark room. The sobs had subsided now, but her head was throbbing with such a horrible pain that she thought that dying would be better than this. However, suicide wasn't a good thing, ever. She felt around the room, her eyes were closed now, and found a chair. She opened her eyes slightly, for she was still a little afraid of what she would see, not to mention her extreme sensitivity to light at the present time kept the lids of her almond shaped eyes together.