Fallen

Chapter 1

For the image above, I didn't draw it. Credit goes to it's respected creator, except for the shirt and pants. I did those, and we can all say I suck at digital art. (This is why I didn't draw it all online.) but this is what I expect Kiyomi to look like.

Six years later...

Month: December

Day: 31

Year: 2024 A.R.

Time: 10:42 A.M.

Location: 10 blocks away from Nagana Complex, Kiyomi's favorite café

Kiyomi leaned back into her chair, stared through the glass roof, and watched as snowflakes gracefully floated by. She had begun to ponder the last few years.

So much about her had changed in six years. Most of it physical though. She let her hair grow out on top of her shoulders and her lips got fuller. For some strange reason though, her canine teeth were slightly longer than the average length, giving her a more vicious look. She always wore a white, long-sleeve, v-neck shirt, dark blue jeans, and black fur boots. She constantly carried around a brilliant blue parka. Something about the color just seemed to attract her, but she didn't know why.

Other than acting weird every now and then, she was a very accomplished person. Graduating high school at age fifteen with majors for archery, engineering, biochemistry, forensics, and cybernetic study.

Though, she was sometimes ridiculed because of her skills. Mostly, she was accused of being stuck up simply because her father was the chief executive officer of the world's top leading facility of bionic limb replacements and cybernetic enhancements.

But she brushed it off because those were the people who barely knew her. But despite being such a nice person, Kiyomi had only one true friend, whom of which she was waiting for.

"I thought I saw an angel fall from heaven," a smooth and cheerful female voice said.

Kiyomi leaned her head back further, her gaze landing on the upside down image of a near twenty year old girl with dark red, messy, curly hair and one green and one blue eye. Her blue one was a cybernetic replacement, due to her being born without a left eye.

"Hi, Tomone," she greeted, smiling.

Kiyomi's friend took her seat across from her at the small round table.

"I can see you dressed sensibly today," Kiyomi said.

Tomone never wore the same combination of clothes in, well, ever. She was always wearing the latest in fashion and somehow manages to make it all work. Today, it was black sunglasses sitting on top of her forehead, a grey jogging jacket with holes for her thumbs, black jeans, and white tennis shoes. She had a bright green winter coat draped over the back of her chair.

"Oh, this?" she said, "This is 'slept in, thought I was late for college, and realizing I'm on break.'"

"That... does not surprise me in the slightest bit," Kiyomi joked.

"Oh, is that so, miss perfect child?" Tomone continued, "I don't recall you changing your style for four years now. Plus, aren't those the same clothes since then?"

"Nope," Kiyomi kindly responded, "I just have drawers full of the same thing."

"Dear God, you're weird," her friend chuckled.

"Says the girl who blew through five boyfriends in one month," the black haired girl said.

"Hey, we agreed never to bring that up again," Tomone replied, her face plastered with a triggered expression.

Kiyomi giggled.

"It's been a while, so have you found someone special?" the redhead asked, leaning forward with her elbows on the table and her head resting on her hands.

"Oh, I am not one for something as trivial as love," Kiyomi answered, "I am not getting a boyfriend."

"Oh yes, you will," Tomone chirped, "You'll find that special guy that you cannot help but fall for."

"Even if there is such a person," the black haired girl said, "Where and when would I start?"

"How about here and now?" the redhead responded, "How about...."

Then, Tomone pointed over Kiyomi's right shoulder. She turned her head.

"...him," she finished, "Black hair, glasses, white shirt and tie."

"Looks smart," Kiyomi said, "Cute too, but based on how no one's sitting at his table, I'd say workaholic."

"Yeeeaaaaahhh," Tomone agreed, "I'll put him in the Maybes."

"For you or for me?" the black haired girl joked.

"Haha," the redhead responded sarcastically, "Funny. How about him?"

Kiyomi looked over her shoulder to see. The guy had spiked up red dyed hair and sunglasses, wore a leather sports coat, and had a painfully obvious ego that was bigger than Tokyo itself.

"Oh dear Lord, no," she answered immediately.

"Good, at least you're normal enough not to date him," Tomone said, sounding relieved, "Tossed into the Trash section."

The redhead scanned the room for a few seconds before saying, "Oh, he's cute."

"Who?" Kiyomi asked.

"The one in line," Tomone replied, "Brown hair, black hoodie."

"Which one?" the black haired girl questioned.

"Umm," the redhead said, focusing in, "The one with blue eyes."

Suddenly, pain raced all over Kiyomi's brain. Flashes of a fight popped into her head. There was blood and she was scared. And then something about blue eyes.

Kiyomi dropped her head into her hands, cringing in pain.

"Whoa, hey," Tomone checked on her friend, "Are you alright?"

"I'm--I'm fine," the girl said, "It's just a headache."

"I'm pretty sure headaches don't always give you nosebleeds," the redhead said.

Kiyomi brushed her fingers under her nose. She looked down and saw the red liquid on her fingertips.

"Crap," she said, getting a napkin.

"Again, are you okay?" Tomone asked.

"I said I'm fine," Kiyomi replied, giving a weak smile, "So I'm fine."

"Are you sure you need to go to a hospital?" the redhead questioned, "You've been having these headaches a lot lately."

"Do we really need to have what happened two months ago happen again?" Kiyomi threatened with an evilly happy smile.

"No," Tomone whispered, shrinking into her chair, "Not the sitcom marathons."

*Cue echoey, distant canned laughter*

"That's what I thought," the black haired girl said, folding up the bloodied piece of paper, "Now do you want to go shopping or what? It is my twentieth birthday, so my treat."

"Yay and crap!" Tomone yelled quietly, "I get to go shopping with the richest girl in Japan and I forgot it was your birthday!"

Kiyomi stood up and slung on her parka.

"Well then, let's go," she said, "You've got thirteen hours and twelve minutes now."