KuroAmy

.:Prolouge:. "You monster!" A boy suddenly yelled up at Alice. Un knowing what to do, the girl turn and ran, for dear life, just as a rain of stones came falling down over her. This was normal. An everyday life for 10 years old Alice Akako. Well, you see, people misunderstood the poor girl. She had an incredible gift, a gift that normal humans couldn't accept. The gift of making unreality into reality, to make the imaginary, real. The village had considered her as a monster, and she could only shield herself in her mother's arms, who is the only one by her side since she was born. And today, while out to buy food for her sick mother, she

Prologue A clock strike 6 p.m. above them.  The whole hallway had been illuminated by an orange glow due to the sunset outside the glass windows. "Gaikotsu, we should be getting back now…." Chrona whispered into the almost empty classroom. They were in the computer graphics classroom of Baranthia Academy. "We have to walk back now, the last bus had just pull off," Gaikotsu looked up from his computer. "Hold on, I just need to find a few more information about home…." Gaikotsu flicked his mouse and with a few more clicks, he let out a sigh. "There, done, let's go Chrona," "We will be in Kyoya's mercy if he found us in h

Prologue He stood there, at the crack of the maple door, watching in horror as his father fell. There was a silent pant of pain from the man lying in the pool of blood, a few seconds later, his faint eyes closed and he stopped moving. The intruder stepped over the dead man and proceeded to a younger woman, who was cowering limply as she watched her husband die. "Let this be a warning, lady," Came a sharp voice from the hooded figure. She laughed shrilly. She wasn't even big, in fact was a petit figure. Her voice was even almost childish. His mother tried to run from the killer, only to have her collapse when she was trapped in a ring of

Prologue I didn't know what it felt like to die. But oh, how I welcome it when I felt myself cradled in his arms. He softly stroked my cheeks, hot wet tears dripped from his lashes, begging me to stay. But I knew I couldn't. It was my time, and it was my destiny. I felt warm in his hands as he cuddled me even tighter. My hands raised and cupped around his cheeks. My breath came in rags as I made an effort to whisper to him but my voice wouldn't come. I knew words of comforts would not be sufficient to calm his saddened heart, but I also knew that if I do not say anything, he will bury hatred to the one who had done this to me. Blood was st

Prologue "Alice!" Kyoya screamed, his hands stretching out, his face twisted in agony. Alice turned to face him. "Kyoya," She whispered, her hand holding the glowing globe. "I'm sorry, I'm always the first defeated," "Alice, don't be stupid, put that down!" CC shouted behind him, her hands clapping the solid barrier that was formed. Dorian was desperately trying to break the solid wall so that the group couldn't get through. His brow was wet with sweat. "Alice, listen to CC!" He shouted, his fingers twitching and working as he tried to figure out the right runes. Alice shook her head. "This is the only way," She turned to a young boy sta

Taking Over It was warm. Such warmth that felt so forlorn to Kuro now wrapped her up as she sinks at the edges of conscious. A voice whispered close to her ears in a gentle manner, promising protection and company. “I’m here,” The voice was barely a whisper “I’m here,” The ground shook as burst of fiery shadows crashed into the concrete wall. Gin jumped gracefully out of harm’s way and evaporated from time to time to avoid Kuro, or rather now, Black’s attack. “C’mon now Gin, it isn’t much fun if you keep jumping out of the way,” Black taunted, not before skidding off

Because you've been viewed with a certain standard, where eyes watch your every move, a single misplaced finger would shatter that fragile mirror, a single uncharacteristic move would ruin the balance. Where a mask is worn, deceit, lies, loneliness covered with a porcelain smile, it's a mask of everlasting happiness, a mask with a bright front and a distorted back. Perhaps this be the price we pay, for the past we regret, the thin ties we had, connected by a single thread, so fragile it threatens to break.