The Day She Died

Chapter 1: 7 Years Later

             Walking through the double doors of Yakuza High, I ran my hand through my hair, pulling my backpack higher up on my shoulder and let out a heavy sigh. I heard her coming at me before I had a chance to plug in my headphones and turn to see Himichi-sempai striding up to me.

            "Yoru-kun, didn't I tell you last semester to dye your hair darker? Having such bright hair is a distraction to the students and against the rules!" She stood in front of me, arms crossed, looking gorgeous as always, but with an annoyed look on her face. Himichi Minami is the captain of the disciplinary committee at Yakuza. We were childhood friends, but ever since we entered high school, she changed, becoming bossy and uptight. Now that she has become in charge of the disciplinary committee, it has made her attitude a lot worse, but she keeps the school in order, with the exception of me. She may have changed her appearance and attitude, but we were still friends. She never could scare me or get me in trouble.

             "Come on, Minami. People dye their hair all the time. It's not like I'm going to cause a major disaster just because I became blonde." I stick my tongue out at her and slide past, leaving her looking flustered and more frustrated than before. 

            "Don't call my name so casually either! It's not like I'm your sister!" She gasped and covered her mouth, realizing what she said. I stopped walking and turned to glare at her. It had been 7 years since my older sister, Yoru Kouishi, had taken her life. Minami was usually careful around around the subject of sisters whenever she was with me. She of all people knew how close I had been to her, and what it had done to me when she died. 

            "You're right. You aren't my sister." I turned and continued to my homeroom, not caring that I had hurt her, that she stood there frozen, looking after me with the hurt clearly showing in her eyes. I could still remember the day mom had told me, a 9 year old boy, that my elder sister had died out in the forest. I couldn't stop crying that day and didn't talk to any of my friends for months and only Minami stayed by my side then. They never did find her body, but did find large blood splatterings all over the grass in the meadow near our backyard and the knife, covered in blood. We had a funeral, even though we had no body, to honour her memory. Kouishi had been my everything when I was younger, I loved her more than anyone else, even though mom and dad always considered me their favorite. Kouishi had been a bad girl, to them a bad daughter, and was always out with friends, partying, or getting wasted. When she would eventually come home, her and dad would get into screaming matches and mom would cry about what did she ever do to deserve such a daughter. But when it was just me and Kouishi, she had always been the kindest person on earth, she was always so gentle and sweet to me, she spoiled me. It didn't matter to her if mom and dad yelled at her, she would tell me, as long as we were together. She had promised me the day before she died, she would always be there for me. So, tell me why I don't believe she killed herself, not even if there was a letter. Kouishi wasn't like that. Not to me. 

            As I was daydreaming, Yosagi tapped my shoulder, trying to get my attention while I listened to my music. Getting annoyed, I took them out, glancing over at him and about to say something when he cut me off.

           "Dude, look at the new transfer we got! He looks like a girl almost, with that long red hair. He must be a foreigner." He muttered in an excited whisper. Shaking my head, I looked to the front of the classroom, this new boy sure appearing shy and small. He was surprised that really was a boy, his red hair actually wavy and pulled back in a high ponytail as well. He wore glasses and his eyes were a sky blue, his lips full and curvy as well. Wait. Was I just checking out a guy? I really need to not let his girlish features trip me out, he is still a guy. At least, that's what I kept telling myself, but when I looked back up, the new boy looked right into my eyes, appearing as the total opposite as what he came off as, his lips turning up in a sly grin.

            After that incident, I never once looked back at him again, not during class, or that day. He weird smile had creeper me out, and quite frankly, I really did avoid getting into trouble with other students. I did find out his name was Yamiguchi Kota and he was 16 years old, just like me. Yosagi kept me informed, going on and on about the cool things he has told him he has seen as well. I didn't believe it, not for a second. Kota may act shy around everyone else, and like some innocent dweeb, but he gave me the creeps.

              Just as me and Yosagi were walking home as well, Mukami joined us at the doors as we changed back into our walking shoes. We were laughing, myself almost forgetting about the new kid, when we heard a scream and right before our eyes, we saw a body hit the cement outside the school front gates.