[Mark Of Reality] [Daigo x OC]

Chapter 1

My name is Kuniko Kawahara. I am 17 years old. My favourite food is Chazuke, or rather, Green Tea Over Rice. My favourite animals are owls, and I am part of BC Sol - blading being the only thing I have any talent for. I was found by Free De La Hoya one day in a forest and he basically took me in, trained me and cared for me as my family had kicked me out for not doing well enough at school and clubs, which in their eyes meant I couldn't provide. I was a B student. They wanted As, and I couldn't achieve that, so I was forced to leave. I worked and gave my parents all the money I earned, but that didn't seem to count for anything. Some people can't be pleased, I guess. My mark is on my right hand. Free always told me to introduce myself before anything happened so people won't forget about me. And while that is caring of him, I think it came off as a little rude. He basically told me I had nothing worth remembering. But, you get used to it, I guess.

I waited in the park for my best friend, Free had given me a curfew of 9 pm, knowing that we were coming back to BC Sol for a sleepover anyway. My best friend is none other than Daigo Kurogami, and honestly, I'm just glad I don't have it as bad as him. It would be torture to live like that. Not that he has a choice in the matter. Oh, right, you don't know yet. As I mentioned before, I have a mark on my right hand. These marks determine who your soulmates are. They can be anywhere on your body, apart from your ~genitalia~, and will react when your soulmate touches them. They turn from black/navy blue to white/rainbow and it is beautiful when it happens. I have only seen it happen once or twice, but I would pay to see it again.

Anyway, back to Daigo. Obviously, these marks are a big deal - they essentially tell you who would be best fitted to be your ~lover~ and the problem is, Daigo doesn't have one. A mark, I mean. Not sure what else you would be thinking of. It's not like he's some freak or mutant or whatever - well, he kinda is, but we don't talk about that - there are more people like him. They're just not widely accepted by society because they're, for a better choice of a word, "odd" and "unnatural" because everyone is supposed to find love, right? People still need someone even if they don't feel romantic or sexual feelings towards them. It's human nature to crave some sort of camaraderie.

I looked up to the sound of shouts, and my eyes wandered over to a group of boys. Not this again. I can't believe they're surrounding him like that. At least go one-on-one with him and give the poor guy a chance. This is so unfair it almost seems fake. And this is the third time today this has happened. I ran over to them, putting myself between the three boys and Daigo, putting my arms up defensively. They will not hurt him for something he cannot control. "Back off, guys. He's done nothing wrong."

Silas laughed, and I scowled in response. He tilted his glasses to look at me. Well, at least I know he can't see well enough to aim a good punch. Actually, can he see at all without his glasses? I bet he's as blind as a bat. I will make a note of that later. I'm gonna steal his glasses next time so he can't do anything. "Listen here, little missy. I don't know who you think you are, but this will be the last time you get in our way."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know being a bully was such a big hobby of yours." I said, and he glared at me, the sourest look on his face, and it made me happy knowing that I had managed to piss him off. Honestly, I think he's pissed off with my existence in general, which is great. "Honestly, I think you should get a new hobby. This one really doesn't suit you."

"They do say that practice makes perfect," Silas smirked at me with his perfectly kickable face before my world went black.