Prologue. The opening night. To_the_Beginning.
Part 1.
Night was calm and lulling. Perhaps, it was exactly the kind of night poets wrote about when their muses came to visit them. Light gusts of wind made it a bit heavy to breathe, but their soothing touch on the skin made up for such an inconvenience.
For a runner, it would be a nice bonus.
For a girl on the run, it was a nuisance. Especially so when one misstep would potentially be lethal.
The girl's lack of poetry could be explained quite simply. With adrenaline pumping through her blood vessels, she simply could not afford herself to admire the nature, all the more urbane structures of the town she was currently in. And the mad run on rooftops of the buildings made it even more troublesome.
There was also a very important detail that made her unable to appreciate the wind. Her clothes.
Huff-huff.
The girl was clad in a pristine white robe with a sophisticated golden pattern sewn on it. As all robes, it was quite wide to hide her body from all imprudent gazes despite its unusual color that was bound to attract attention. And, of course, wide clothes were bound to flutter around, causing the girl lose her balance once in a while. Had she not been careful enough, she would long be a splatter on the roadside.
Thankfully though, her silver hair was kept in place by her pristine white veil so her vision was not obscured by stray strand of hair. What helped her even more was the town's illumination. The girl did not need to strain her emerald green eyes too much to discern the details of terrain.
However that also meant that her pursuers would not have any troubles tracking down her white nun's habit once they got wind of her whereabouts. With that thought in mind the girl accelerated slightly despite being worn down significantly from her long run. The edge of the rooftop was getting closer.
The girl's eyes widened involuntarily. The distance between the two rooftops of identical buildings was a lot greater than she expected. And with what little energy left in her legs she might not be able to jump over the gap. Yet, the girl had little choice aside from this.
And so, despite her fears and wishes, the moment came. The girl’s foot stepped on the edge of the rooftop and she leapt into the air. Sadly, her hunger needed to act out right in that moment disrupting her concentration. A sad growl from within her made her misstep slightly during her take-off.
I'm not going to make this.
The girl could only feel how her clothes trembled under the strong gusts of wind which threatened to blow away her tiny body. She did not think of how heavy the wind that beat against her face was. Neither did she wonder how she was going to live through the impact with balcony's metal frame or the asphalt if she was especially unlucky. The only thought that distorted her youthful face in despair was...
They're going to die.
The immediacy of this thought finally struck. The girl found her eyes widening in realization.
They're going to die.
Fear bound paralyzed her mind. The time seemingly stopped, only one thought circulated through her little head.
They're going to die.
The girl wanted to cry but she couldn't. Even if she tried now, cruel wind would just turn the remains of her voice into nothing.
Crushing despair hit her again.
They're going to die.
"But..." The girl murmured weakly trying to resist the despair. When she took in the lights of night-colored building, when she thought of the daily lives of people ruined, when the despair tried to crush her completely...
The color that was about to fade from her eyes lit up once again.
Even if she could do nothing about the impeding doom.
Despite her firm belief that everything was decided long ago by fate.
For the first time in her short life, she wanted to break free of the rules that bounded her to such a tragic future.
“I don't want this!”
Part 2.
The Wheel of Fortune stirred slightly.
Awakened by the cries of a measly human, it stopped rotating as if hesitating to turn any further.
It was a rare moment. Not just any heartfelt shout could reach the Wheel and cause it to awaken from its slumber. It wanted to relish this moment, and prolong it enough to feel alive before succumbing to the lulling melody of Time.
Alas, it was not allowed to do so.
Someone's right hand gripped the Wheel and turned it.
And so, it gave in to the will of the intruder.
Part 3.
"Hell, I'm beat." Complained black-haired teenager twisting the doorknob behind himself.
True enough, his plain clothes were covered in dirt and dust. His orange T-shirt with simple linear pattern on it was drenched in sweat and clung to his body while a tear was threatening to appear on the fabric of his dark pants. The black jacket was already a bit too loose in shoulders dueto his night-time activities.
Compared to his shoes though, it was nothing. The boy winced in anguish seeing what his favorite pair of sneakers turned into: synthetic fibers were loosely connected to one another while the soles were threatening to fall off any time.
"Seriously, she didn't need to unleash her oh-so-real powers on me. I'm a damn Level 0, for God's sake!" The boy flipped the switch to turn on the light but nothing changed. His dormitory room remained hidden in gloomy darkness. He almost hissed from frustration. "And she's Level 5."
His RPG-like analogies did not reach anyone, sadly. The boy hung his head dejectedly and hung his jacket on a somewhat loose nail near the door. He wanted to hit the bed badly but he needed to wash off the dirt covering his hair and body. Besides, the hair gel started wearing off long ago so his previously spiky hair turned into a sad mess. Positively charged, though.
"Why's she always like that? Damn, I'd have loved to see her more if she was a cute, a bit tomboy-ish junior. But no, she's a walking disaster and she had the nerve to call me one. Sure..." The boy sighed, but his anger started dissippating quickly. He could not even blame the girl for being battle-maniac: the town itself was crazy enough. Besides, the boy was absolutely sure that her brains were fine-tuned for this. Otherwise she just wouldn't be able to remain on her high throne.
With another sigh leaving his lips, the boy stepped into the bathroom and turned the knob of the bath. He would have given anything to have a shower before splashing in the bath tube but his bathroom was not wide enough. A pity it was, but he had another problem on his hands.
"Cold!" The boy shouted after testing the water. Someone banged on the wall from the neighboor's side in protest so the teenager hushed himself. But he did not forget to curse the girl under his breath.
After that, boy shuddered in advance before taking off his clothes and throwing them on the floor.
"Kamijou Touma is not weak enough to fall prey to some cold, r-right?" With his own voice betraying him at the last second, the boy jumped into the bathtube.
Because of the splash he never heard the sound of some girl landing on the rooftop of his dormitory.
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