A/N Frau:

This chapter is written by me, Frau-chan. This fic actually something me and Yaa-chan had come to agreement that we will write it by turn. This chapter is my turn, and the next one will be Yaa-chan. You will found different writing style and point of view in each chapter, due to different author. if you ever asked, did we read/proof each other chap, the answer is NO. Yaa-chan only read my chap through fanfic like all of you, after it already post, she will then post her chap. And the same also apply to me. So please review.

and...my other name on the internet is Shuu. you can reach me through my facebook account, Shuura Frau-Meyer.

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Before you, my life is an empty shell...

Chapter 1 – Young

Small yet flexible finger moving with fast speed on the keyboard typing. Sometimes the finger would nudge the spectacle on her nose bridge and sometime it reached a messy hair. Brushing the blue stranded hair that stubbornly shielding her eyes.

"Urgggghhh.." she grunted again. She had grunt so many times already that evening. Pinching her forehead, she slammed shut the laptop. The event of the afternoon came back to her mind.

-Flashback-

"Kuga-sensei. I'm sorry to tell you that we have to cut your budget on your thesis" an old man told the young one that has been standing in front of his desk.

"But, I'm already half done it. If you cut it, how can I finish it next year?" the young one complain. Hurt in her voice.

"No. You have to complete your thesis at the end of this year. There will be no funds for your thesis next year." The old man glance briefly from behind his reading glass before he again focus on the letter that he's been reading.

"Eh!? How come this happening? Didn't my proposal already stated the full account for my thesis, and it already been approved?"

"It's has been decided by the board of director. If you want to complain, you should ask them."

The young one glance briefly to another figure in the room. Another man sitting there reading newspaper not care much of the topic.

"Well, that's all I can inform you. So, you can go now." the old man said simply still not looking at her.

"Yes." She bowed and exit the room. Before shutting the door, she could hear sneer from the room. "Kids these day..they thought they can be more intelligent than old people. They just inexperience". She could hear chuckle from another person in the room.

-end of flashback-

She sigh. Looking around the room, trying to find something that could averting her mind from those typical situation. She had been facing a difficult life, being a young prodigy. Much to her disappointment, she was more intelligent than her average piers. Living a life with people much older than her, she put so much work on gaining people trust and not betrayed their hopes. At the age of 10, she already finished her junior high, and at the age of 16, she already a graduate student from international university. She had her doctorate degree when she's 19, and now at the age of 20, she is a lecturer and professor in local university. But, being so young in the working environment, people didn't trust her much. They take advantage on her young age, bullying her on doing extra work, sometimes ignoring her idea but then stealing it behind her. She had enough of it.

"You are the new professor? Are you serious? You're still too young. Where your father?"

"Haha. Seriously, Kuga-san. You are too young to understand this stuff."

"Why are we having a kid for our lecturer? Is she really a doctorate?" "Careful, don't speak too loud. She'll hear you and cried afterward." "Then, give her toys." "hahaha"

"Kuga-sensei. We are now going to socialize, you know, drinking booze, karaoke, and spend night dancing in the club. You're still underage, so go back home."

"Hey, Kuga-san. Mind if you help me writing these. I'm busy. You know, my wife and kids need attention. But you have lots of time to write, right?. Old man like me has so many commitment. When you old enough, you'll understand later."

"Nat-chan. Mom trust you. You already a doctorate graduate, so have a living on your own."

She hate it more. Lone tear sliding down her cheek. She gulping down the painful feeling she had inside. Hatred made her tend to secluding herself, getting away from society. She rather spent her time reading books and writing articles for a magazines. And so, she had more income to effort a luxurious living. But luxurious living she had, she didn't had any friend. Her life would be, going to work, lock out in her office, writing, working and reading. And when it time to leave, she would directly going home, cooking her dinner and eat alone in a big empty house. Such a lonely life she has. Full of emptiness. She sigh again.

"I should quit my job. I want a normal life. I should live a normal life like everyone of my age. I want to go to college, goofing around, walk aimlessly on street, go shopping, play game, and laughing with same age friend. I want a boyfriend and spend valentine with them" she said to nobody in the room. Another lone tear escape her eyes. Wiping the tears she inhale deeply and focus back on her laptop.

"I should finish this soon. Tomorrow I will discuss about my budget with the board. Stay strong, Kuga-sensei" she told herself. Giving herself encouragement she need most.

Her hand continue to dance on the keyboard again.

I'm alone in this world. Maybe I will die alone too. All the money I have, the position I acquired, the respect and recognition I've received is not what I want. I want someone to fill this emptiness inside my heart. Somebody. Anybody. Save me. Please. I'm here..alone..lonely..waiting.

…

She walk brusquely on the tiles floor toward the meeting room. Behind those double door is four most influential peoples in her department. She need to get the approvement to continue her research. She would plead if she have to. Pleading. That bring back memories of her high school life where she would pleading with her classmate to spare her. Age different make her the victim for bully since she is the youngest amongst all the student in high school. For now she had nothing else matter in her life other than her thesis. Her work, her research and her thesis is her life. What else she would do if she failed to gain their trust on it? Pushing the big double door, she inhale deeply to calm her heart. She felt dizzy a little, maybe because she nervous.

"Good afternoon, Sir."

"What do we have here" the first person exclaimed. Reaching for a file on the big desk and silently read the information.

"Good afternoon, Kuga-sensei." The second person greet.

"Well, you came today to appeal for the budget on your research. I say, Kuga-sensei…ehem.." the old man cough before he proceed. "the board of director already come to conclusion and the decision already been made."

They also had that look in their eyes. The look that said she just some kid, inexperience, should go back home and this is not a playground. That arrogant look. She hate it.

"Sir, I need the budget in full because its now a critical stage of my research. If you cut down my budget, then, the result will not be what it suppose to be." She stay firm on her resolution. She will fight for her research

"well, we have more important researches on the table and all of it is more critical than yours. You could take a sabbatical break and continue later on.." another person chuckled, and the one talking continue "…or you could use your own money. I hope you already read the annually report of the department about next year plan before you came here…."

She tried to focus her attention to the detailed explanation from her director. Standing straight and keep her eyes and ear sharp. Keep her full attention but her eyes feel so heavy. Maybe lack of sleep take a toll on her. Inhale again, she keep her focus. The room look spinning and she felt light head.

"Kuga-sensei. Are you alright?" she could hear distantly a voice asking her.

"Huh!?.. Ahh..yes, sir. Please continue." She tried to form the word. But it sound so weak.

"No. your nose bleeding"

"What…?" she reached her nose and the red liquid coloring her finger. Before long, darkness engulfing her.