Desiderium

Prologue

The skies were calm as a black haired female and her purple haired best friend had sat next to each other for lunch. It was a comfortable silence between the two. Riko's head leaned against the male's shoulder, a puff of her cheeks blew and she whined shortly. "I don't feel so well, Shinsou." Her sweet, melodic voice broke him from his trance.

"Should I take you to the nurse's office?" Shinsou suggested, not quite wanting to move from their comfortable position. In all honestly, he had just felt really lazy that day. His deep purple eyes shifted over to meet her matching pair as her head had moved from it's previous position.

"I would appreciate it.." Riko had murmured, "I'm fucking dizzy." She complained, following Shinsou as he stood up. He sent her a dirty look and she huffed. "Sorry, habit."

"I don't even know where you caught that language. Your parents wouldn't approve." Shinsou scowled and held Riko upright as they walked together towards the nurse's office. Nothing was said after that, but the verdict was a fever and a trip to go home and into bed.

Riko had left Shinsou with a flick on the forehead and headed off. She didn't go straight home- she had time to spare and she really wanted ice cream. The cold substance always helps her through. Riko took her ice cream and sat at the park, time flying by. Her ice cream finished and gone, the sun burnt out and the moon out to play, Riko had only just noticed what time it was.

Riko rushed home in hopes to not worry her parents, but the thing waiting for her as she opened her front door had not been at all what she was expecting. It wasn't the random cat walking around the living room, where even did that come from, it wasn't the plants wilting, and certainly wasn't her parents being innocent.

Right before her were her mother and father, people she had trusted and looked up to all her life, holding a dead body and wearing weird villainous looking outfits. They both took one look at Riko and she bolted.

Riko's hair blew in the wind as she rushed through the stilled night. All was silent but the frantic beating of her heart. Tears poored down her face, filling her cheeks. She was heading somewhere, anywhere away from the people she had trusted more than anything in her life. Sure, they were frustrating and they fought, but never would Riko have imagined that they were villains. It makes sense.. they never did give a straight reason as to why they hadn't wanted her to be a hero

Riko had ended up at the park, sitting on an old, rotted bench that seemed as if it would snap at any sudden movement. Riko didn't care though, she couldn't bring herself to care about it. Not when everything she thought she knew had turned out to be a lie. "What are you doing out so late at night kid?" A gruff man asked Riko, an exhausted expression on his face. "Don't you know you could get mugged or something?"

"I don't care anymore, just let it happen." What was meant to be a soft and stable answer had turned into a broken whisper. The man before her too a double take as her whole body slouched foward in utter defeat and despair. The man wasn't quite sure what to do, so he just sighed and sat next to Riko. "What's wrong, kiddo?" He didn't sound too happy to be doing this, but then again- Riko probably wouldn't have been happy either.

"It's all been a lie.." Riko had murmured. "I trusted them.. I loved them.." Her heart was practically broken and she didn't know how to mend herself together.

"Boy problems?" The man responded, disbelieving she was risking her life over something as trivial as that. "Boys are stupid, you should treat yourself before them." He huffed.

"How I wish if it were just boy problems. That would make my life So much easier." Riko had laughed humorlessly as she ran a finger through her long hair. "They fucking killed someone." Her whole body tensed as the words spilled from her mouth that she had feared to admit. "My parents.." Riko's voice turned soft, "aren't who I thought they were."