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Prologue Four: Kumori Shiro

Wiping a hand unconsciously at her uniform, Kumori muttered something under her breath, not really caring about who heard her. Actually, there wasn't really anyone around at all, so it was all okay. Patting her dog as she headed towards the door, she pulled it open and then turned around again, smiling slightly and waving.

"I'm off then," she called, before pulling the door shut and hearing the lock click into place. Patting at the keycard in her pocket and taking one last minute to make sure that she had everything she needed, the fourteen-year-old headed towards the elevator.

Like any other day, it was sunny. Very much so, in fact, that it was blinding. And incredibly annoying for them all. Not that was paying all that much attention to it; all that mattered at this point was to arrive at school on time and without having to deal with teachers telling her off again. They already did that enough about her choice of uniform.

But why did they care so much? Okay, so she wore the male's designated uniform rather than the female's one, but it was either that or wearing whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, and so forth. She had put that as part of her argument, and after working out that they couldn't force her to do otherwise, they finally allowed it. But they clearly didn't like it.

Sometimes it was hard to make a living, being that young and having to do everything herself, but what else was she going to do? She couldn't blame her parents, who were dead long ago, and she had no other reason to care about anything else as long as she was able to live. The inheritance that had been passed onto her was used solely for rent and things that were necessary for living, so everything else was what she had to earn on her own, and whenever possible.

Hm… busking wouldn't have been a bad idea, now that she thought about it.

Brushing her hair back, she, like many others, had heard of the return of the Kaitou Dark and the chaos that was most likely to come with it. Dark, she had no interest in: so he stole a couple of art pieces and got away with it, whatever. That didn't matter to her.

No, it was the other one she was interested in. the one who had been sent out to hunt the thief and to end it all, despite the fact that the matter was near impossible, as they were complete opposites of the other and equal in fighting strength. Must suck to be them.

Krad was his name. His host; the Hikaris.

She had an inkling on who the host was, but had no proof… yet. When she found it, well, who knew which step she would take right after that: hey, it might kill her, but if it didn't, she was just going to keep stalking them whether they liked it or not.

Kumori took a glance at her watch and swore softly.

She was going to be late for school at the rate she was going.

And that would make it… three times this very week?

Ah… whatever.

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Okay, might as well point out now that each prologue is more or less on the same day (Daisuke-Satoshi and Ichigo were connected somewhat, if you didn't notice) just at different times so yeah.

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