Azure silk curtains billowed out the open window, thrust forward by the body of a screeching alarm clock as it collided with the wet, cement paving outside and shattered into a million pieces. Back inside the room, the violator let herself slunk back under the covers, her body sink willingly into the mattress' soft texture. A nagging thought at the back of her mind pestered at her to wake dress and head to school…
But no one in their right mind would listen to that.
Needless to say, she paid no mind to the other entering the room, or the quiet creaking as bare feet tiptoed across wooden floor boards. She couldn't even muster the energy to respond to the two delicate hands curling their way around the bed sheets, or to wave away the figure that had so kindly placed their mouth right beside her ear. Not until…
The sheets were pulled back off her body. What was once cool breathing evolved into an ear-splitting roar. "Get out of bed. I knew that poor alarm clock would be wasted any day now..."Kaori snorted as she stumbled out of bed, pushing her guardian Karrie rudely aside and disappearing into the bathroom without another word. Karrie let her hands fall loosely to her side, shaking her head in disbelief and turning the moment she heard the shower start, "Well, at least she's up."
By the time Kaori had decided to show up again, the table had been cleaned, the dishes and utensils stacked to the side to dry. "Really, you looked like someone's just died." Carelessly Karrie threw the dish rag aside, brushing non-existent filth from her fingertips and waiting for the other to eat- she knew better than to wait for a reply. Kaori turned her shoulder to the 19 year old woman, shunning her face away to raid the fridge for an on-the-go breakfast. An apple… That would do her until lunch, it must have been that godforsaken uniform that drained away her appetite. "Later."
Karrie hopped to the door after her, the two appearing as polar opposites as they separated. Every school day was the same, and she had begun to wonder if there ever would be a day when she would see Kaori cheerful after school- on the rare occasions that she was over to see her.
Kaori sauntered down the street, violet hues locked on the path in front of her. Every now and again she would pull furiously down on the ends of her skirt, a feeble attempt to make it longer than it already was. She turned another corner and the houses around her seemed to grow; huge estates adorned with golden front gates and towering gardens. Her house was nothing like these… No doubt they had cheerful, loving families residing inside them as well. Damn them. Not wishing for her mood to drop any further Kaori dropped her head down again, refusing to look at anything around her.
This was thirteen-year-old Kaori, the heroine of this very story.