The Key

Prologue

Hello! and welcome to part 2 of Kurama and San. I call this one The Key, and it follows what happened after the final battle with Hiroki. Who's to say for sure what will happen, hell, I don't even know how I'm going to bring it together.

so without much further ado, here we go!

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Part 2

What's in a name? The ridiculous question could be asked by many, but never fully answered to what it's worth. How was she supposed to know anyway? "A rose by any other name would still smell as sweet". That's what they say right? But what did it matter? She was just a simple student in school, wishing that life would start to make sense. But it never would. She had an interesting perspective, oh yes. Well, to her it wasn't very interesting, but to everyone else it was. She was funny, sure. She thought she was the funniest person she'd ever met. No joke. Rants in the brain, that's all that ever happened in a world where life was dull and repetitive. The random bad thing happening, making up for it with a good thing. The world just focused on money, but she didn't care for the thing.

She lit a smoke as she got in her car and prepared to drive away from school. She was done with it, and looking forward to a vacation, even if it was just a weekend. Turning up the music till she could no longer hear the rev of her engine, she put it into first gear and took off. She took the back roads, knowing that the cops wouldn't bother with her. Driving was the only thing she really enjoyed anymore. She hated the city, hated school, and hated people. They were an infection, and she wished that they weren't around. Or at least were capable of intelligent conversation. Why was everyone in this world so stupid? Sure, she had friends, but only a few. That didn't include her roommate.

Her life wasn't exactly all that easy. Her parents smoked crack and drank all the time, resulting in her. They were never really together, he used to beat her mom while she was still in the womb. Dumb bastard. But she didn't remember anything, she was only little. You don't miss what you never had. Her mother wasn't really there for her either. No, she was raised by her grandparents, aunt and uncle. Grew up with three cousins, all boys. But they couldn't really teach her anything. Her mother was young, it wasn't exactly her fault. So she learned everything on her own. She didn't think her life turned out too badly. She had a place to live, with nice things, her own car, food in the fridge, clothes on her back. Life was good. That didn't stop it from being boring, however. There seemed to be nothing that stimulated her interests.

She arrived at her apartment that she shared with a friend she has known for ten years. She knew before she moved in that it would be hard to live with this friend. She was, after all, very well off. Perfect family, paid for all expenses for not just her, but two other children. Lucky bitch. But she was still a good person. Didn't quite understand the hardships of life, but that was to expected. Oh, her boyfriend lived there too. He had some understanding, but he was still a selfish and stingy jerk. At least the women cleaned, she was sure she would go nuts with the place dirty all the time. But it wasn't on her mind. No one was home, the truck wasn't in the parking lot. She knew that the boyfriend wasn't at work today, so she walked up to her room and closed the door behind her. Mick Jagger, her cat, mewed, coming out from under the bed. She smiled, petting her cat and then sitting down in her computer chair. She opened the lid of her laptop and proceeded to finish up her essay. Had to be done before midnight. Stupid essays.

She sighed. It all seemed so trivial at this time. Why bother? She was probably going to fail anyway. Going to class just bothered her, unless it was interesting. Most of her classes were boring. She had no choice though. She didn't even want to study for this topic, but how else was she going to escape that hellhole? She couldn't do it on her own, she needed help. But she didn't have any idea what she wanted to be when she grew up. She picked something that sounded interesting, but turned out to be a lot of work and very boring. Either way, she would put up with it for the year, and then hopefully figure something out. There had to be something for a girl like her. She sighed again. It was going to be a long night...