My Dearest

Code: Cerberus

For the first time since the Philosopher Stone was first recorded in history, I escaped death. Barely however, since I almost died from a psychotically insane 16 years old girl who was carrying a gun.

It's a relief to be alive, but going into a base long protected by the government, it's a disgust. Recruiting me to this dark side is a mistake. The Head must be strangely stupid, especially me having a "Code". I have never seen myself as a special being, more or less one having special powers.

Now walking with a gothic Lolita girl right by me, who was constantly checking her book for information with glasses on. Of course she saved my life from being terminated, but considering how she's basically the same age as me, it must be a great honor to be in this government society.

Noticing that I was looking at her, she smiled. "I'm Hoshikawa Rei, the Analysis." Introducing herself, she then regained back to her original job. All these people are like this, serious and nice at the same time. I could never tell when they're lying.

Looking around, the blonde hair boy and the brunette was walking quite ahead, seemingly in a heated conversation. As they were speaking loudly, it seem they were talking about one individual- me.

"What in the world is the Head thinking? Is he damn stupid to notice we have a great foe!?" Screeching, the blonde hair had to cover his ears. "Shion, everyone is asleep! Calm down!" As that was true, since we're walking in a desolate city.

The moon over shine District 4, the district we happen to cross over from the 3rd District. Japan is separated into 16 Districts, with Tokyo having four districts living within. Living in the 3rd District was my home, but as they walked further and further, I began to wonder how it's going to take.

"STOP NOW. TRESPASSER WILL BE ELIMINATED." Just as we were about to cross the crosswalk, suddenly red lights came up everywhere, closing every single windows and doors with protective materials. Blaring sounds came out of it, with the blond hair curing under his breath.

Districts are normally against each other for unknown reasons, mostly because of different type of goverment. Such as which, District 16, Okinawa, and District 8, Kyoto, are different in many ways. Although, most people my age just brushes it off, thinking it's because of the different cultures. If the "Codes" has anything to do with this, then it has explained everything what's wrong with the government system. Such as the 20 police people surrounding us of all directions.

"Where have you came from, and what is your purpose?" For now, I knew that the three weren't expecting to this to happen. With their wide eyes, and the motions with their body; moving around too much, twirling with hair, playing with the flap of the book, they have no idea how to deal with criminal's greatest enemy, Police. Looking around my surrounding was a bulding right behind us, plants, and then the guns in their pockets. Considering the possibility they have knives, the best way is to basically, disguise ourselves.

"Um, we are fro-" Obivously, the brunette- Shion- was starting the conversation, before I broke it.

"We are from District 1 of Tokyo. We accidently got ourselves lost during our High School Field Trip. Of course, you know of it, don't you?" Thankfully, colleges are some of the safe places where the District arguments doesn't happen. Any graduates can go to any college, even though their District just really hate the opposing. Hence, the field trips we have.

Disgusing ourselves as another, it just so happen that the District 1, Northern Tokyo, is having their field trip today. Every District has designated days for field trips, only for the High Schoolers to find out which District is suitable for them. District 3, has the highest amount of transfer students, basically making this a famous place for graduates. However, it all depends if the other will catch on to the act.