Fallout {Amuto story}

Everything was grey.

I'm just A ghost, so I can't hurt you anymore. No I can't hurt you anymore

Everything was grey. Just splashed shades of black and white. Like one of those old moving pictures with no sound or color. Just grey.

Hope was a word that didn't exist in her vocabulary. One couldn't simply hope for something to be solved, instead she took problems into her own, small and capable hands. By manipulation of course.

Mashiro Rima. A blonde little devil with an angelic face and hundreds of 'minions.' She wasn't exactly a bad person, just had a bad background. What with her parents fighting on a daily basis.

By the time Rima turned fifteen she had, had enough. "I'm tired of this." Were her last words to them both, before she shouldered her bag and walked out the front door. Only to get lost.

The small blonde stood in the middle of a cobblestone street. Faded map gripped tightly in her fingers as she frustratingly turned it this way and that.

"this isn't right," she grumbled as the corner of the directions crumpled in the grip of her tiny fist, one minute closer tearing the stupid thing to shreds. "How the heck do they expect me to find this place?!"

Angrily Rima balled up the paper and chucked it in a random direction. It smacked off of something, but she could seriously care less at the moment.

"Damn it." She paced faster, full intention of asking for directions. More like ordering someone to do so.

The small blonde was jerked to a stop when she felt a soft hand on her shoulder. an impatient turnaround.

Woah...

She met a pair of warm chocolate brown eyes, they clashed with his long violet hair. It went well past his shoulders. At first Rima mistook him for a girl.

"Miss, does this by any chance happen to belong to you?" His kind smile rocked her off guard. Gently he placed the terribly crumpled map into her open palm.

She stares, and stared. The purple head's eyebrow begun to twitch, but impressively he seemed to act no different from before.

"No." she lied boldly. "I think it does." His eyebrow twitched again. "Nope." More bluntness. "You..." Another eyebrow twitch. "What's wrong with your eyebrows?"

He sighed, flipping his long, freakishly girlishly long as Rima might add, hair.

"do you need help or not." Rima would rather die than accept what she thought was pity. "I'll be fine." She growled. Making a point to toss the map on the ground, she stomped away. Gosh this guy was irritating.

Soft footsteps proceeded to echo hers. so she stopped and so did the other footsteps.

Rima narrowed her golden eyes, continuing her small pace and so did the other footsteps.

Tap, tap, step, step, tap, step, THUNK.

Her golden curls flipped over her petite shoulder as she turned to glare at whomever was following her footsteps and tracing their exact pattern.

There was purple head, a smug look plastered across his pretty face.

"Stop following me!" Rima demanded gruffly, sinking deeper into the warmth of her frayed coat. Cold november wind did nothing to comfort her as it blew throughout the stiches of her woolen stockings, sending a chill up her spine. shrugging it off however, glaring eyes focused on the boy before her.

"I'm offering some help, despite your stubborn refusal, I'm helping you whether you like it or not." He replied modestly, earning an eye roll in response.