Crescent

Prologue - A Hard Start

You're not a Japanese, and yet, here you are living in Japan. You were born outside Japan but was raised in here since your father was transferred there. Your family was never particularly rich but you lived a happy healthy life. Well, that was of course, until your mother died of an illness and your father soon committed suicide after her death. You were left alone. You hated your father for leaving you even though you fully understand the reasoning behind it. You couldn't understand, why someone would risk their lives in the name of love but you soon would find out.

You are a first year student in Ryoutei Night Academy. During day, you work full time at a cafe and at night, you attend school. You knew, this kind of lifestyle is unhealthy, but there was no other way in order to support yourself. You were pretty intelligent on your own and got a part scholarship in Ryoutei Academy. However, you are unable to cover the rest of the cost without working a full time job. And so, that was what you did, you worked at day and study at night. It was a difficult lifestyle. You feel tired and sleepy half the time but somehow, you manage to keep things alright.

You didn't have many close friends in school due to your busy lifestyle but it did not matter to you. You have yourself, and all you need is yourself. You'll survive through this and live a happy life. You are sure of this. This is simply the trial of God.

One night, you were making your way to the cafeteria after a long period of private study. That's when you saw it happened. There was a man screaming in one of the classes, followed by a large crashing noise and a scream. The next thing you know, there's debris all over you, a collapsed first year in front of you and a big, big hole on the wall. Beyond the hold on the wall, you can see a boy. a very, very angry boy. He had white hair and fiery red eyes. He casually walked through the hole and towards the other student while screaming obscenities. Even though the other person in front of you is unconscious, no doubt that the white haired boy would beat him up to death. You watched as the white haired boy grabbed the unconscious man by his collar. His hand pulled back, ready to punch. That's when you stood up and grabbed his hands.

"He's unconscious already. Just let him go," you plead, your voice quivering. He was indeed a terrifying man. And besides, you knew he had enough power to break down a wall.

"Huh? Why should I listen to someone like you? Besides someone like him is better off dead." He growled at you, his eyes piercing.

"No one is better off dead! J-Just leave him alone!" Your grip on his hand tightened.

His eyes widened for a bit before his lips curled into a smirk. He roughly dropped the unconscious student to the ground and pulled your hands off him before walking off. People have already rushed to help the unconscious student in front of you and you too helped carry him to the infirmary. You gave the white haired boy one last look of both curiousity and contempt.

"What a weird girl..." he murmured to himself. "But you know, some people are better of dead."

You had the feeling that that last part, it was directed at you.