Your name is Lara. You live in Japan, but you were born in the United States, so that explains your non-Japanese name. You are 15 years old, have brown hair to your shoulders, and really dark brown eyes. Though you don't wear black eye make-up, you still dress like a goth. You only wear mostly long sleeve shirts though, because for a little while the year before you cut yourself, and you don't want anyone to see the scars. But you are relatively happy now, so it's okay. You are a human, with no demon blood in your family at all.
Your parents are gone. They didn't die, but you ran away from home once, and when you came back they weren't there. So you live in a group home; it's basically an orphanage. There are ten other people living there, plus Mr. Taleshi, who watches over you guys. There are three girls, and eight guys living there now. You and another boy are both 15 years old, the youngest. Four guys who are eighteen are the oldest. Everyone else is somewhere in between. You get along with almost everyone. Some people can really annoy you, but you deal with it.
There's one person in particular that you get along with, one of the eighteen-year-old guys, named Shane. You're not supposed to date the guys you live with, not to mention that he is older than you. You guys don't love each other, you're not going to get married in the future, but you like each others' company. You guys have to sneak around at night so no one sees you, but he doesn't have a roommate so it's okay. That has been going on for like a month. At school, however, you don't really have any friends. Shane is a senior, and you are a freshman, so you two don't really hang at all. At lunch you just wander around, and sometimes you just don't show up for class. This really pisses off your teachers because you were placed in all honors classes and they aren't used to having someone like you to deal with. You get detention a lot, whether for not showing up to class or not doing the work. That's where you are now. Your head is down on the desk and you are replaying last night with Shane in your mind.
Last night...You're walking down the hallway of the top floor of the home wearing your pajamas (a long t-shirt) and you hear the clock strike three. Suddenly, a hand covers your mouth and grabs your arm. You try to scream, but the hand muffles it. You arm twists until you're facing the person, and as they remove their hand from your mouth you can barely take a breath before they start to kiss you passionately. You're scared, but then you feel the tongue ring in your mouth and realize it's Shane. He pulls you into his room and onto the bed with him on top.
Fast Forward...You are lying next to Shane with the sheet covering you, and as you drift off to sleep you feel someone tickling you. "You can't fall asleep," Shane whispers as you are laughing uncontrollably. "You have to go back to your room." You stop laughing and get up, putting your clothes back on. "See you tomorrow," you say as you go back to your room. You sometimes have trouble falling asleep, and when you finally fell asleep it was five in the morning -you have to wake up at six.
Your difficulty in falling asleep actually got you into detention. You started to sleep during math class, and you got caught. So, when your head is down thinking about last night, you accidentally...uh...fall asleep again. You sleep for a little while before someone shakes your shoulder. You jump up, startled, and then you calm down.
"Sorry," this guy sitting next to you says, "but Mr. Asimoto was about to walk around the room and make sure no ones doing anything." The boy is around your age, has black greased-back hair, and is wearing green clothes.
"You know the uniform is blue, right?" You waste no time asking his name or thanking him for getting you out of trouble, and jump right into conversation. He looks taken aback for a second, then smiles and says that green is his color. You guys whisper back and forth for a while. You talk about detention, Mr. Asimoto, and even class.
"Youre in honors classes!" he asks you a little too loudly. Mr. Asimoto looks up and starts roaming the room looking for trouble makers.
You guys stop talking, and when Mr. Asimoto sits back down, you whisper "Yes. I'm put into honors classes because I test really well."
He looks at you for a minute. "Why are you even in detention?"
"I fell asleep during class."
"AHA! So you are a repeat offender!" He finds this joke really funny and cracks up, and you laugh too, but you're laughing at him not with him.
"So, why are you so tired? I mean, I'm tired all the time and I haven't fallen asleep in class for a few years now."
It's nice talking to him. You find that he listens to you and his opinion of you doesn't change for the worse. Plus, this is the most you have laughed in a long time. So, you decide to not make up some horrible lie and tell him the truth.
'But what if he does decide that I'm just some slut? I better lie,' you think.
"I have insomnia," you say, which isn't really lying.
"Oh really? Why don't you just try counting sheep or something?"
"Oh, I'm terrified of sheep!" you say while grinning.
He laughs quietly. Then his face goes serious and he says "What about demons? Are you scared of them?"
You think for a minute. He is watching me, you think.
He is watching you intently, trying to gauge your reaction. He is amused to find you actually thinking about your answer instead of just blabbing out a joke like most other people.
"No," you say.
He smiles slowly. "That's cool, that you're not afraid of demons. Most girls are chickens and scream when I mention them. Then again, you're the only girl I've ever met in detention."
You look at him wondering whether or not he's insulting you and saying that you aren't normal for a girl or if he's complimenting you saying that you are cool and unique. You decide that he's just being cool.
"Well, you are the only person I met in detention who wasn't a complete degenerate," you say, smiling with a mischievous look in your eyes.
"Oh thanks!" he says.
You burst out in a grin and say, "I said you weren't a complete degenerate."
He looks surprised, and then laughs. The bell rings, and you both get up. You are closer to the door, so you just leave. He watches you go. Then he realizes you never said your name and he never said his.
'Wow. I just had the best detention ever and I don't even know who I was with,' he thinks.
You kind of forget about him and start walking around the town. You have nothing to do and no money to buy stuff with in town, so you start walking home. You cut through the park and walk home, safe and sound.