Reverse!¡! || Book One

Chapter One

   Loyalty.

   Loyalty is an unbending form of comradery.

    A form that Humans strive for, a companionship that transcends lifetimes. There are those who are unfaithful, wandering from one host to host. Yet there are a lucky few who find happiness in a person's companionship, claiming that they had found their true calling, their purpose in this begotten world.

   But to Yuki, loyalty was exactly why she was waiting patiently by Chiyo's front gate.

    The sun rose into the sky as a breeze swept up her skirt, the sound of the morning train dulled against the hushed rush of the morning. Students from other schools whispered amongst themselves. Their quiet chatter streamed downhill, their footsteps tapping against the hard concrete.

   Today was like any other day

    Except, Chiyo slept in.

   "Chiyo!"

    A voice resounded above the morning chirping, green branches nestled against a clean windowpane. Blond hair nestled against pink bedsheets, oblivious to the call of their name.

    "Chiyo!"

    Outside, the voice trailed to a lone student, green eyes peering up with high expectation.

   This young woman, Yuki, had matured since her time of youth. Yuki's unique genes settled upon her once she entered into her second year of high school. Like her neighbors predicted, the school uniform suited her like a glove, her tall stature complimenting her proportions. And her plaid skirt vividly brought out her eyes, outshining the vivid green nature around them.

    Yuki sighed and shook her head. Her watch ticked on her wrist as she contemplated her next move. Ever since she was a child, she always knew that Chiyo was a late sleeper and had trouble waking up in the morning.

   But - like always- Yuki come to her doorstep with her hopes up.

    "Chiyoooo!" Yuki yelled for a final time. And when she heard no response, nor a single head peeking out the window, Yuki lowered her head in disappointment.

    I should have reminded her to set her alarms last night, Yuki thought.

    "Ahem."

    For a moment, Yuki assumed that the noise addressed someone else. To, perhaps, the student that walked downhill behind her, eyes focused on his phone.

     "Ahem." As soon as the voice repeated itself, Yuki's eyes shot to the house's entrance.

     The hands on her bag faltered once Yuki realized she wasn't the only one outside of Chiyo's house. There, at the door, stood a young man in his early twenties. Hazel eyes, a dark tuft of hair, and a lean body. His hair swept up in an uneven mess, his shirt hanging loosely over his shoulder like he had just gotten out of bed. Though this man dressed in monotonous colors, the fire in his aura rivaled Chiyo's mischievousness.

  Judging by his unruly look, this man wasn't a morning person either.

   And even after many years abroad, Yuki instantly recognized Niiko, Chiyo's older brother.

   "Oh! H-Hello, Niiko-kun!"

    Breathily, Niiko yawned before groggily lifting his eyes to Yuki's gaze. He said nothing, but his expression said it all. Hand hanging by his side, head cocking up with a lazy roll of the eyes. Yuki could only recognize that look as a 'Thanks for waking me up, shithead'

    A pang of guilt crept down to Yuki's gut.

    She laughed nervously, guiding the subject to something light-hearted. "I-I see you're back from New York."