My first week in this world was a total catastrophe, I don’t know how to use a stove so I merely burned my house. Clothes are too expensive so I needed to wash and dry them but what I did was to flood the whole place. School was not any better I was standing out in the crowd, my long oak brown hair was a subject of interrogation specially my crimson eyes. After I narrated the first and second world war too many eyes are now set upon me, I couldn’t walk the grounds peacefully. Too much for a low profile plan. After the days work I’m too exhausted to seek that person and I haven’t got a single clue on where he was.
The sun was setting when I finally manage to escape the cultural club whose trying get me as their next main actress for a play. I was walking the main path when I saw something that made my crimson eyes flash the fiery depths of hell. Under that full bloom sakura was the person I’m seeking for and I know my vision couldn’t fail me. But what strike me was the fact that I couldn’t see his lifespan and the name is incomplete and comprises of letters I couldn’t understand. So much for a shinigami eyes, so I approach him instead.
“Konbanwa” I said but was surprise to see him sleeping. I could cut his life now. The breeze blew softly and it was like I had been transported in an unknown world. The petals of the sakura slowly falls down carpeting the ground with perfect pink snow and that made him the most perfect portrait I’ve ever seen. He owns the most beautiful face any mortal could have and I was frozen for a minute or so while his dark hair was blewn by the wind partially covering his childish face. And when he opened his eyes, it was like the world had stopped revolving so as my heart.
“Konbanwa, who are you?” he asked giving of that warm smile I couldn’t forget. That’s when my heart started to beat again like it was the release spell or some sort but my voice, I couldn’t find my voice. Just cut his string of life Sakuya and be done with it, I thought but that smile held me captive. I couldn’t move, I even could not breath. What would I do?
“Doshta no?” he asked sympathetically and when he extended his hand to touch my face, adrenalin rush sipped inside my body that I begun to run as fast as I can leaving the boy utterly confused. Oh boy! I would get a Master Rica visit for today.
