The St. Xocolatl's Day dance was coming soon, and I wondered where all the time went. I'd only been a while ago where we'd had the last dance. I'd figured out I was a Teruling not long after that.
"This is so sad!" Hana cried.
"What's wrong?" I asked her, looking out the window to see a gray sky of the late afternoon, almost evening.
"Me and Spencer realized yesterday that at the end of the school year, Spence is gonna graduate!" She continued, and I sighed.
"Yeah…" I grabbed my clothes from the closet and looked up at her. "Its fine, we'll still talk to him."
"Hey, why do you have your battle clothes again?" Hana asked curiously.
"I'm going out to town, and I need to be ready if I run into anything." I told her, and placed my axes into their separate thigh strap holsters. The chain hung behind my legs, its cold metal touching the back of my knees.
To cover the weapons, I wore a long black jacket leaving it open. My other jacket's fur hoodie hug out in the back.
"Oh, do you want me to come with you?" I shook my head and smiled.
"I'll be fine. I'm just taking a walk." I lied, and reached toward my cell phone on the dresser, but rolled my hand into a fist. I wouldn't need it.
"Kizuki." I turned and looked at Hana. "Be careful, okay?"
I nodded, and closed the door behind me.
Since the last time I'd been here, the town seemed so different. Since it was late, not many people were out as usual.
I looked down at the page in my hand, with an address in Master's handwriting. The town almost seemed silent through my ears as memories of when Yuki was still here rang through my mind.
Her optimistic smile at the bowling alley, her clumsiness when we were at the rink, all the times of passing notes in math class with her and Hana. I missed all of it.
Pureblood Kuran or not, I still felt a part of our friendship was gone. I never got to say goodbye to the old Yuki. Through that whole month, I was convinced I'd come back and see her.
Now that she was gone, I found that I didn't appreciate her presence as much as I should have.
"Hana, where's Kizuki?" Zero asked.
"Oh, she left for town." Hana replied.
"It's almost nighttime, why'd you let her go alone?" He growled.
"Zero, she can take care of herself. She needed to be alone…" Hana explained.
"It's about that time again, isn't it?" Spencer sighed. Hana nodded.
"Zero, Kizuki's having a hard time right now; she's got something on her mind."
"Like what?" Zero raised an eyebrow.
"You must not know much about her." Spencer remarked, earning a glare. "Kizuki doesn't have any family; she's had a hard life. She's recently figured out she's not human, and one of her close friends is from her least favorite pureblood family. Two good friends aren't always enough to fill in two parents."
"She misses her family, not just that, but Yuki." Hana added. "Don't you ever feel like that?"
"She stole it." Master exhaled a stressed breath, standing in front of Headmaster's desk.
"I understand why, she has to find out herself, Shigure." Kaien advised.
"Not now, not while her plains are at a sensitive state like this." Shigure told him. "Girls have a more touchy space than male Teruling's, especially with hers. Its like a computer, it can easily be hacked. And when computers are hacked…"
"They corrupt." Kaien finished.
"I should take her back to Domhnall. She won't be safe here as long as he's alive."
"She'll only rebel." Shigure glared at the ex hunter.
"Dammit Kaien, this isn't any ordinary teenage problem!" Togaryu shouted, slamming his hands onto the desk.
"But in the end, any way you look at it, she's still just a teenager." He pointed out, frowning. "She will fight to stay close to her friends, no matter how far…"
I looked at the burnt building, ashes covering the home. Almost everything was scorched to a crisp.
I closed my eyes and tried to remember the best I could, but no memories of my parents came to mind.
I had to remember, I needed to. Something inside me was constantly on a high end of danger approaching. I had to remember something.
If my mom had been human, my dad must've been a pureblood. But who was he?
Suddenly, a ringing sounded through my head, and I cringed in pain, dropping the glass item to shatter against the surface of the ground. The ruined glass shards fell around my feet, and everything became hazy before I was greeted by a familiar scenery I'd seen once before.
The plains seemed calm, but sad as well. Its skies were clouded with gray, as if it was going to rain. Only one thing stayed the same: The tower.
The light melody of the Teru's legendary tune filled my ears. I smiled, closing my eyes and listening to the song.
The many voices sung in harmony, creating the music. From in front of me, I noticed a illusionary vision forming.
However, in a way, it didn't seem like quite a vision, but more like a confusing pale fog. I looked deeper into it, but couldn't quite get what it was.
The second the tip of my finger touched it, a spark of electricity shocked through me. I pulled my hand back instinctively, stepping back.
My back brushed something, and I turned to see a face.
The skin was pale, framed by dark hair, and the figure was quite tall. He seemed young, about in his twenties. However, the way he grinned and the way he dressed reminded me of Dracula from Van Helsing.
His eyes were the palest green I'd ever seen. Looking into them, I almost averted them away, but found the strength not to. He seemed like an illusion, almost like the fog behind me.
"I want you, Kizuki." His voice sounded echoed, distant, followed by a chuckle that sent chills down my back.
A cold hand made contact to my cheek from behind, and I jumped. I slapped the hand and only hit more fog, electricity shocking my palm.
No one could come into my plains without a bind, but this wasn't any ordinary person. I thought hard, imagining myself back in my burnt old home.
A hard shift came around me, and I felt like I'd just gotten sick on a roller coaster. The ashes around me almost felt comforting.