Broken Wings

Red string called "fate"

It was destined by a red string that the angel and the devil were bound to eventually cross paths no matter how hard they try to avoid it. Just like a rubber band, the one who resists and tries to run away will come crashing into the other and still, crossing paths is inevitable

  Throwing the thick covers off of her, Kyoka climbed out of the bed sleepyly and went into her bathroom but not before grabbing her uniform with her. You might ask, "Isn't it the school holidays already?" or "Didn't you stop at where the break started?" The answer is yes, it is indeed the school break. No, she does not have a uniform fetish nor love Namimori so much that her whole wardrobe is filled with Nami-chu's uniform unlike a certain prefect, *cough*Hibari*cough*. The uniform, much rather, was a martial arts attire that was used in her uncle's dojo that taught a variety of different martial arts. Kyoka had trained there since young and has been one of the top students in Muay Thai and mixed martial art. She was often given opportunities to compete due to the fact that she's the dojo owner's niece and that she is one of the top students but she turned down every single one, despite having full capabilities of winning the competitions placing in first.

  Quickly tying on the sash of the uniform, Kyoka ran out of the room while tying her hair up and leaped down the stairs. She hastily grabbed a piece of toast before running towards the dojo. Her uncle's words that was said the last time she went to the dojo to train rang in her head. "We have someone who is interested to join the dojo but that person wants to challenge the best students first. I'm not sure how much the other masters trust their students but I have full confidence in you. You are like a bird gifted with powerful wings just that you refuse to fly with them. Show me that's not true."

  With eyes filled with determination like a flame ablaze, she swallowed the last bit of her toast before stopping outside the gigantic wooden doors of the massive japanese style dojo. Pushing the doors open, she stepped into the dojo courtyard and scanned around. There was absolutely no one in the courtyard. Normally, the courtyard would be filled with Karate or Bando students training but there was absolute silence excepting the occasional sharp and clear sounds of the shishi-odoshi when the back end hits the rock. Hearing the sound has always made Kyoka surprisingly calm.

  Brushing away the incessant thought, she walked further in, following the stoned pathway. As she neared the actual dojo building, she heard sounds of... metal clanging? As far back as she remembered, there were no use of metal weapons with the exception of... well, the masters' occasional fights. Could it be that the masters are fighti- No. There's no way uncle would allow the masters to fight in front of a guest. It would only mean that the person challenging the dojo's top students uses a weapon. Analysing the situation, Kyoka reconsidered about going in and facing the challenger. Sure, she knows how to disarm someone but she also doesn't want to face off with someone who knows of the dojo's reputation yet dared to face the dojo, confident of his or her weaponry skills.

  Turning around with "screw this, I'm going back home" in mind, she gave a shrug and walked away from the dojo building. The sound of the dojo doors bursting open stopped Kyoka from walking any further than 5 steps. Hurried footsteps patters right in the direction of where Kyoya is standing. With her guard up, she turned around to find a battered and beat up person. Looking more carefully, she took a step toward and quickly supported the semi-unconscious person. "N-Nero, what happened? why are you so... roughed up?" The brunet lifted his head to look at Kyoka straight in the eye before muttering, "Don't fight. Crazy. Strong. Die." Giving the Combat Sambo student a confused look, she threw a glance in the dojo. After catching his breath, Nero grabbed at Kyoka's uniform before spilling the beans. "That guy, he is crazily strong. I almost died while fighting him had I not ran out-" "Herbivore, I'll bite you to death for running away from our battle." All heads whipped in the direction of where the new voice came from. Nero's eyes widened as he grabbed on tighter onto Kyoka's unform and shouted into her face. "DON'T FIGHT HIM! HE'LL KILL YOU!" Not even giving a second glance back at the other in the courtyard, he ran out of the dojo premises as fast as he could.