Amaya Renka grew up with distant parents who prioritized their work over their own child. Given the various luxuries of the world, Amaya found nothing but boredom in the corners of a metaphorically grey coloured world. Now, however, she's moving to...
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MOVING INTO A NEW APARTMENT, heaving the cardboard boxes into the empty space, was not how Amaya Renka wanted to start the day. Leaving all that she knew behind because her parents wanted to fulfil their selfish desire to travel the globe for work, Amaya was left to inhabiting a place all by herself. Not to mention the new high school she had to attend now.
A huff parted through her lips. She dropped the boxes onto the floor, uncaring towards the harsh clinking of ceramics. Curses raced through her mind, narrowed argent eyes scanning the unfurnished apartment. Amaya was utterly pissed. The last moment she recalled with her parents was them informing her of their new plans, getting the butler and maids to pack her bags and send her off.
"They're probably on the jet," she mumbled, kicking the box further inside.
Amaya refused to let people do her work, even if she cared nothing for it. She grew up alongside her parents' employees; they were not her servants. They were her family, though the same could not be said about her mother and father. Busy with their company, Amaya's parents left everything in the hands of strangers. And by everything, I mean the child that they created together.
If they did not want a child, they should have worn a condom.
Her eyes zeroed in on an open door. She walked forward, taking a peek inside. It was a spare room, completely deserted, save for the dark-coloured curtains hanging on the bronze railing. An idea popped into her head.
Amaya glanced down at her gaping purse, spotting the credit card her parents gave her.
A wicked smirk sprawled across her face.
She was going to hurt their pockets.
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The sky glowed like a ripe peach, a wonderous invasion of colours, bringing warmth into the very heart of spring. The city air was fresh that afternoon, almost sweet and floral as the pace of living relaxed to a steadier rhythm. Amaya walked through the bustling streets, using her phone to help navigate through the unknown territory. She had searched for the best electronic shops in the area and was currently on a journey to locate them.
I'm going to buy the best sets, she thought, already imagining how she would style her gaming room. Amaya would purchase the finest, most expensive equipment and put a dent in her parents' wallets.
It wouldn't make such a difference.
And it wouldn't garner their attention, either.
Wisps of her obsidian-coloured hair swept along her cheeks, ruffled by the calm breeze. The deep curve on her lips made the world stop around her, bringing back millions of memories in a split second. The precious dimple that crinkled caused the hearts of those who witnessed the rarity to skip a beat, piercing all the bad things that happened to them throughout the day. Her smile, to put it simply, made any who saw feel happy about being alive, feeling just a bit more human.
Amaya brushed by two particular individuals, taking no notice of her surroundings.
Izumi Miyamura and Kyouko Hori felt their eyes widen. They whirled around, spotting only the end strands of dark hair. A warmth flared in their chests. A lingering connection blanketed their shoulders.
Frowns etched onto their faces.
"Who was that?" Hori questioned, grasping multiple grocery bags in her arms.
"I don't know," answered Miyamura, holding them heavier things. "She seems familiar."
