Nitsu No Sekai

Chapter 1: White Haired Girl.

"Geez, it's already Wednesday. Time has been flying by lately, and it hasn't been as hot these last couple days too... weird." Hideaki thought, picking up his stuff and pulling out his umbrella. Usually, the temperature was over blazing, the sidewalks would burn like a stove and the road tar gleamed a shiny black. The atmosphere was still the same Hellish red as always, but in a way, Hideaki liked it like that. It reminded him of the movies where the sunset was a nice orange and red. Hideaki started walking towards the direction of his school while reading a book he got a couple days ago. Each step he took felt weird, like the ground was too cold or something. Hideaki's school wasn't far, he could spot it by a mile away. The even weirder thing though, the closer Hideaki got to the school, the colder the atmosphere got. "It's getting colder." Hideaki thought with a grunt, walking faster to his school dome. Hideaki's school was a decent size. Its red brick design made it look normal and old fashioned. What didn't make it look old fashioned... was the giant, clear, heat resistant, plastic dome over it. The whole area was practically a giant snow globe without snow. The Magno domes, as what they're called, were in any area where people had to go outdoors. Hideaki finally reached the school, waiting for the dome doors to open. A few seconds later, the dome recognized he was there, and it let him in. Hideaki walked through, still not taking his eyes off his drug of a book. Hideaki's reading time didn't last long though, mostly because of an upcoming annoyance. "Hide!" A girl shouted at Hideaki, running towards him with a special heat resistant jacket. Hideaki's head shot up like an animal that just heard a twig snap. He looked around, only to spot a purple highlighted, black haired girl running towards him with a look that could only spell out; FRIEND!!!

"Y-Yui!" Hideaki panicked as he started to run towards the school building. The orange haired kid booked it, literally dropping his umbrella just so he could go a little faster. "Hide! We should hangout sometime!" Hideaki heard from behind him. It enraged Hideaki to hear "Hide" from a person he wasn't friends with, it filled him with irritation and frustration. Hide was his pet name Aiko, a close friend he hasn't seen in years, his mother, and his little sister called him. But now, only Aiko calls him that, because, well, everyone else was either deceased or missing. "Hide! Hide! Hide!" Yui continued to obnoxiously call out as she followed the orange haired boy. "Leave me alone!" Hideaki yelled as he tried to pick up his pace. The book in his hands and the binder by his side slowed him down to only two thirds of his real speed. The black binder would hit his leg and bounce back, hit his leg and bounce back, hit his leg and bounce back, and so forth. Hideaki reached the door... and crashed through it. He shoved it open and hit the bar against the wall, indenting it. When he entered the school, a cold blast of air hit him, making him shiver for the first time in forever. Hideaki looked around, everyone was shivering too. All the kids there weren't used to drastic temperature change that the city had been experiencing lately. He looked at the A.C, it was at seventy two, the highest it's ever been. The natural heat usually was enough heat, but with the weird weather... they had to turn it up. "Well I'll just have to grit my teeth and bare it." Hideaki told himself with a shrug. The orange haired kid started walking to his homeroom, spotting a couple people shivering here and there. Hideaki didn't really seemed phased by it, though. He actually quite enjoyed the cold, how it got rid of the normal heatness of his Hell like world. When he walked into class, everyone was shivering from this chill they only encounter in December and some of January. Their bodies just weren't used to the frosty coldness that was bestowed upon them this day. Hideaki sat down on his cold seat, making his whole body shudder. "W-What is this?" A kid asked the teacher. "It's called being cold in February! I haven't felt it in twenty two years!" Hideaki's homeroom teacher exclaimed with joy. "Now, onto our lesson." He said, acting like he wasn't even excited or happy in the first place. "Tch! You're just going to ignore the temperature!?" Someone in the back of the classroom asked. "Oh? Does someone not like a little chill?" The teacher asked in a voice you would talk to a baby with. The kid in the back didn't respond, mostly because he didn't have any good comebacks to that question. Hideaki pulled out his book and read while the teacher was writing the lesson for today. He could've skipped this grade like Aiko, but it would have been too much effort while running a bookstore and a house, even if Aiko did do most of the work. But that's what the blonde wanted, was to start a nice, little business with him. And because Hideaki already knew most of the things the teacher was teaching, he sat and read almost all of the classes. Books were a lot more interesting and vague in Hideaki's opinion. For example, in a book, a knightly king would slay a dragon with his legendary sword, Excalibur! While learning... replaced the knightly king with a student, the dragon with a test, and Excalibur with a number two pencil. Every once in awhile, Hideaki did look up from his book, only if something interesting was going on. "We had a new student, but I guess she got cold feet. Ha! Cold feet! Did you get it?" The old teacher chuckled and joked with the cold students. No one laughed, they just shivered from the "cold" atmosphere. The teacher cleared his throat, seeing that kind of was a complete and utter fail. "I met her yesterday, and might I add, ladies you have some competition." He laughed in his creaky, old voice. Once again... no response. That joke didn't seem funny at all. The teacher was middle aged, and it was really creepy and weird that he would say something like the girls have "competition" with a new, female student, it seemed kind of perverted too. "Fine! I know when my jokes aren't wanted!" The teacher grumpily stated as he turned back to his whiteboard, only for someone in the back to say: "No you don't."