Hello~ My name is Pastel! Thank you for deciding to read HOTD: The New World. This story has three different writers! Me,Kit,And Bone! We want to write you a story you will laugh at, cry at, and so much more! So ENJOY!
"You got this Rini; Chin up, smile wide" hands clasped over a young teen shoulder as her eyes gazed back at her. Her skin which was a normal pale color was patted with makeup giving her a white complexion that resembled those of the dead who could not pass over. Her green eyes were dulled out by the color of her outfit, which was a yellow flower kimono. And her black hair that was normally down was put into a ponytail that was tightened to the point she could feel her brain pulse.
Rini was normally a happy go, lucky girl. She loved music, preferably the violin, it made her feel free from the world's problems. Her mother smiled at her daughter's appearance once the backstage manager called for her.
"Let's prove them you're a star." Rini could merely see the wicked smile on her mother's face as she peered at her with such an aggressive manner that Satan himself would freeze.
Standing up; Rini was promptly handed her precious violin and motioned to follow the manager as her cruel mother cheered her on, for her own gain. Rini could feel the heat from all the harsh lights blared on her as she walked listlessly to the singular stool on the grand stage. Carefully sliding on the plush seat, she noted the critical eyes of the three judges glue to her merely making the nervous feeling rise in her throat.
"Grandfather watches me from above..."She cautiously lifted the violin to her and began to perform the tune gradually collecting the crowd over with the soothing sounds.
"Alright watch out!" A pink-haired girl yelled with her legs crossed and a wine glass placed in her hand as she stared at the men who her father calls 'capable'. Groaning she rubbed the bridge of her nose hearing another crash before setting her glass on the table and stood up. Her kimono ruffling as she walked over to the four men who couldn't seem to not break her valuables.
One of the men watched as she approached and instantly dropped the wooden case on the foot of the other man; making him howl out in pain and fall to the ground putting pressure on his injured foot.
"You stupid- AH KEIKO!"He looked up at her disappointed look on her face as he gulped.
"I would appreciate it if I had things not broken in my room." She said stepping a little closer and bent down to be eye level with the man, "Can you do that?"She asked her teal eyes staring into his brown ones.
He could feel the coldness radiate off her and instead of making excuses, he simply nodded and quickly ducked off to get the rest of her stuff transferred to one room to the upstairs room.
"Ma'am you have company" her maid spoke making her turn and see an old friend of hers walk through the door.
"Hello Nakayama" She sat back in her seat taking a sip of her wine as Nakayama came and sat on the chair arm.
"Hey baby," He purred softly, but Keiko just shot him a fierce glare instantly making him just smirk.
Nakayama was a fairly good-looking man and Keiko would be lying if she didn't fall for his brown eyes and, at the time, golden hair. But taking over her father's business has gripped her out of cherishing a relationship since dealing with the idiots who work for her family can barely function alone. Nakayama watched as the men tote the stuff from Keiko's luxurious room upstairs to the third floor where no one resides in.
"So moving?" He instantly noticed Keiko was a bit tense in the sleek shoulders which naturally made him worry for his childhood friend. He knew she was hard-pressed with producing all the stuff and with her father missing and possibly dead it hasn't been easy on him or her.
"I'm voluntarily moving to the third floor; where father stayed," she said setting her emptied glass on the table. Nakayama silently nodded looking over at her once in a while just wanting to see if her angelic face was going to instantly break and reveal precisely her exact feelings but Keiko knew better...She sufficiently mastered hiding pain.
"You mean to allegedly tell me you under no circumstances were at your friend's house ALL night?" A man stood, towering, over his daughter as he watched as she twiddled with her light pink hair and her blue eyes looking at the ends of it.
"Answer me, Sakura Saito!" He screamed horribly making Sakura scoff and turn to him with a frown.
"Don't you have better things to do than tracking me on that phone?" she asked crossing her sore arms as she looked at her father with a frown on her plump pink lips.
"Watch your tone," He snarled, but Sakura wasn't afraid of his empty threats. Standing up she snatched her phone from the table and walked out the front door ignoring her father shouting furiously for her to get back here. As she continued to walk, she pulled up her messages and shot her sister a message saying if their father called not to tell him where she was.
Yui replied back but just the unfortunate incident that past made Sakura sick to her stomach. She looked over to the different hotels' rooms and debated going in, but she knew she would be looked at weirdly. Breaking down she shot a text message to a best friend of hers and was told to come by now if she desperately needed a place to crash.
"Call me! Mom wants to know if you would like staying here with us for a little while" Sakura looked at her phone debating on accepting...The sole problem was her mother left her with her alcoholic father knowing damned what he was inevitably going to do to her. That caused her to shut her phone off and walk to her friend's house wondering if she had any weed to smoke.
"Good Arvo!" Peter grinned as Kikyo looked at him surprisingly.
"Arvo?" Peter chuckled with a small no. "Yeah mean good afternoon" Kikyo made an oh sound as she rubbed the back of her neck embarrassed that she didn't get that as quickly as she thought.
"Okay, What's this? Let's have a barbie today?" Kikyo was thrown off by the sudden jump in level as she stared at him in shock.
"Oh come on! Like I will know that!" She watched him crack up as she huffed, "I didn't even know afternoon, how will I know what a barbie is besides a toy for girls!" she said making Peter laugh harder.
"Yeah yeah laugh it up" He sat up wiping a tear from his eye, "Okay barbie means barbeque" Kikyo couldn't believe her ears as she stared at him.
"You know what I don't even care" She crossed her arms while looking away, "And call me soot, I don't care" Peter smirked sitting up.
"Good job so you did remember something?" He watched as her expression went to disbelief.
"Soot shouldn't count! I only remember it causes you to call me it all the time as kids!"She said gently poking his brawny chest hard naturally making him chuckle.
Kikyo and Peter were good friends; the two of them basically grew up with one another once they were both in middle school; when they found out that Kikyo had Australian in her giving her something to feel someone close to her father, who she had no opportunity knowing.
"So Peter..."Kikyo softly spoke, "I want to know if maybe you'll help me strike me a date with a boy in school. He is in your class, but I'm to shy to talk to him sometimes," she said while Peter looked at her in surprise.
"Would it happen to be Sato-Kun?" Kikyo blushed with a small nod. Peter looked at her with a frown. He was happy she had been making an effort to date, but Sato Ito was not the one to want to date.
Before he could talk to her about it they heard her grandmother call from downstairs signaling it was time for her to leave and go home.
"Alright, I'll see you at school tomorrow" Kikyo packed her notebooks up and left with a wave leaving Peter with his thoughts.
"You're a spoiled princess!"
"And you're a shitty artist!"
A beautiful white-haired heiress glared daggers at the white-haired artist who just scoffed at her. How to the two ended up in this predicament. Blue paint landed on expensive clothing is the reason.
"You should have never come to an art studio if you worried about getting a little paint on your 'sweater'" He looked at her with a cocked eyebrow making the white-haired heiress fume up.
"You just don't understand; It's not even about that!" She hissed; but before she would indulge him with any more information, she turned on her heels and walked to the back room where her dear older brothers would be in.
"Dude you just yelled at our bosses sister," One said as the white-haired man just shrugged and stood to get more blue paint.
"I heard her fiance bought her that" A girl who sat sorta in the back spoke looking at her friend who shared a surprising look.
"You mean the current owner of that publishing company who produces the weekly men's look?" The class turned to look at him as he ignored their burning stairs.
"Dima you have some big ol balls man to do that!" His friend said in surprise. Before Dima could speak a man walked into the class his body was skinny and not what people would think he was a powerhouse in Japan is. His raven hair was slicked back tightly, and his skin was a nasty glue color. He looked like he hadn't been outside in weeks and his eyes had nearly sunken in.
"Where is my darling Amelia?" He spoke making girls freeze had how crackly his voice was.
"She went back there sir" One of the students spoke pointing to the room were the Tanaka children were in. The man offered a slight nod and walked off not sparing a glance to anyone.
"That was Zankotsu?" One girl asked in shock as the other looked back.
"Guess so I expected...Better" Dima felt a little sketched out by this Zankotsu guy. Yes, he didn't really enjoy his first interaction with his soon to be wife but something about this man just put him off.
As Dima sat down with his fresh paint, Dima heard the door slam open and Amelia walks out not looking at him as she left the classroom. The class looked seeing Zankotsu and her brother walk out with their hands in their pockets.
"Dima, Zankotsu here wants you to apologize for ruining his wife's sweater," he said making Dima notice the anger in his eyes but not directed to him but Zankotsu.
"Sorry sir," Dima said and bowed in front of them but before he could process what was happening Dima felt his face get planted in the freshly grabbed blue paint.
"There now we are even" He growled before walking off to find his wife leaving the class to stare at a blue-faced Dima.
"Are you-" Amelia's brother slowly approached his student but Dima stood up ignoring everyone and walked out of the class silently and made his way home wiping as much of the paint off his face as he can.
"Sir it's becoming too much" A man with thick-rimmed glasses looked to the prime minister with a saddened look on his face, "We can't contain it any-" Shinozo raised his hand shaking his head.
"We went as far as we could...Hopefully, they can forgive us" He said leaning back in his chair as he stared at the picture of his family with a saddened smile.
"My little girl want's her daddy home...It's best if you go home to your family as well...Tell them you love them and don't let them go" He said before standing up and walking to the window looking down at his city knowing within a few hours...There will be no more city