Chapter One - Inclined to Take a Different Path Toward Destiny After a Bullet Canceled Classes
Part One - Death isn't Typically a Cheerful Experience...
The day began like most have for Naha Umikyo; she woke up to hear her roommate's music had been left on again. Her roommate, Kara-chan, had spent the night at her desk per usual and so the loud music was falling on deaf ears at the moment. Naha moved over and turned off the music player and nudged Kara-chan who sleepily made it to her own bed. Naha then got dressed for school wearing a long white winter coat. Under that she had a simple brown blouse and a white skirt. She had on black knee high boots and her rich caramel hair was pressed down against her back. Naha Umikyo was twenty-two years of age and had a whole long life to look forward to. She was close to her family and made an effort to visit them at least twice a month, despite the day trip it would cost on the train. The woman was hoping to do something with graphic design and marketing, maybe even fashion as well. There were so many opportunities being given to people that she was sure she would find her own perfect niche sooner or later. After closing the door behind her, she headed out of the school's apartment complex and decided to get something to eat before heading off to the library. She took a quick five minute walk to the cafe across the street and purchased an icy smoothie and a doughnut. It seemed to amaze Kara-chan that Naha could stand such brisk winter temperatures which is why she didn't bat an eye at ice cream or cold drinks when it was snowing heavily outside.
After taking about a minute to stand outside in the somber atmosphere, she engulfed her plain doughnut and continued to walk towards the Tokyo University's large impressive library. The semester had just started last week and a new week was right around the corner. It was a chilly Sunday morning and many students sought refuge in the library so maybe they'd have some company and a change of pace. For Naha though, she visited the library as often as she could, not only was it big enough to find her own space, but it also had a wealth of knowledge that she would never tire of going to it even after eventual graduation. At 9:39 A.M, Naha entered the library and about a minute later, she found her own large leather chair near the entrance. Since one could feel a sight draft whenever the door opened, none of those seats had been taken but Naha felt happy being caught between warmth and coolness. It was a lovely place to be and after getting settled, she started to sketch some random logos and designs for some potential extra credit. At 9:42 A.M a man entered but Naha didn't look up and just felt the breeze of the wind hit her legs as she continued to fawn over her sketch book. Five minutes pass and she was the second or third person to be shot in the side of the fact. Naha had been in the middle of erasing a misplaced button on a blouse when she heard the first gun shot. She looked up and the man was too close for her to even finish her breath.
Falling to the ground, she died instantly and the next thing she knew she was floating, suspending in midair. Slowly she looked around and found herself caught under the heavy gray clouds. She flailed her arms a little and quickly tried to cover her skirt. "Hey!" She exclaimed and then found herself looking down at an awful scene. Naha looked around and noticed a few other bodies fade to the same vicinity she was in. Naha felt her heart sink as she slowly tried to grasp whatever was going on. 'Okay so there was a man with a gun and he pointed his weapon at my head and now I'm here.' She was a logical person, she could figure it out but what she was thinking, just seemed so unreal. Looking down, she let out a big gasp. "Oh!" She hated heights. "How did I get up here?! Is this a dream?" She exclaimed and her eyes landed on the first person she saw, a pale dark haired woman and she leaped into her arms and clung to her. "Don't let me fall!" Naha wasn't usually this vocal about her issues but this was too much for her to handle at the moment. It took a while to notice she wasn't about to fall so she slowly released the girl she had sunk her nails into. "I'm so sorry." She tried to correct her actions but she was still very confused, almost as she was uncomfortable.
As far as days went for Chirou Uede, this one was not her favorite out of the bunch. She had spent Friday and Saturday going to the gym at school and training for the upcoming Track and Field session that by the time Sunday rolled around, she remembered her essay was due in less than twenty-four hours. This made her set her alarm clock extra extra early to head over and get some prime real estate at the library. Chirou had short dark colored hair and often wore sporty attire. She pulled on long sweat pants and a tee shirt. Over that, she had on a simple university issued sweatshirt and grabbed her stuff and ran out the door. She didn't have a roommate much to her dismay. At the moment, her roomie was studying abroad in America so for now, the small room was Chirou's to stink up with her gym socks and sports bras. After finally sprinting down the four floors to the main lobby, she was greeted by fresh air. "I'd rather be jogging than studying." She complained and rubbed her eyes. She hurried off to the library but along the way her shoes managed to get themselves untied which sent her falling to the sidewalk. Luckily her face was there to catch the fall and protect the hard concrete underneath her. Chirou rubbed her chin and winced. She pulled her hand back and saw a small glimmer of blood. 'Just great!' She thought sarcastically and a male happened to walk by and help her up. "Must be an icy pathway." She laughed it off, despite there being no ice around.
Shrugging off her awkward little stumble, she limped off to see the nurse, just in case. Or maybe she was still trying to continue to procrastinate on her stupid essay. Anything was better than doing dull as dirt research, even getting poked and lectured by the school's nurse. Chirou headed into the building which house the medical area and luckily for her she didn't have to wait too long before someone could see her. The nurse cleaned up her wounds and patched her up. The woman warned the student to be a bit more careful and to watch where she was going. "Yes, yes of course. Thank you." She bowed and let herself out and walked down the hallway, holding in a loud annoyed grunt until she pulled the door open and stepped back out into the cold misty air. "This day isn't meant for me." She huffed and clenched her fists. 'Maybe a snack will cheer me up!' She considered and spotted a cluster of vending machines on her way toward the library. She put in her coins but the machine wouldn't budge. It was currently 9:00 A.M and she hadn't eaten in hours. Since she did a lot of training, she needed to eat a lot of small meals during her day and at the moment, she could use something tangy or salty. "Oh come on!" She begged and knocked her head against the glass and decided to call it a day. Clearly the universe was telling her something. With another annoyed sigh, the girl dragged herself and her bag toward the library and by the time 9:19 A.M rolled around, Chirou had found a place upstairs. She sat in front of a computer and began to distract herself with music and funny videos.
Just as she was starting to feel a little better, she got a text message from her teacher, reminding her that she needed to buckle down for a new semester. She rolled her eyes and nodded. 'I guess so.' She didn't bother to reply back until serious progress was made so she put her phone on the desk next to the PC and started to open a document to work while she listened to some old J-POP tracks from Utada Hikaru. When the time was 9:49 while she had her own music turned up, she felt a hotness in the back of her neck. The attacker had come up the stairs and ended up shooting her once in the neck and then in the back. She slumped over her keyboard as white pain enveloped her. She closed her eyes and trusted the darkness around her. The next thing she felt was a cool breeze and she opened her eyes. She was floating somehow, somewhere. 'Am I dead?' She thought to herself and reclined back into the air and crossed her legs and folded her arms. It was a tough truth for anyone to swallow. Down below the cries from the growing crowd were making it hard to think. There was so much on her mind, and yet it seemed like nothing at all. She saw a male with short scruffy brown hair and floated over to him. "What's going on?" She asked him as if they were on the street down below looking at the same exact thing. "Do you think we're really...dead?" Chirou asked him, wondering that maybe if someone else thought they were dead, then maybe...just maybe it might be possible that she was a ghost.
"Dead...you think we're dead?" Naha asked Chirou.
"What else are we?" Chirou sighed. "I thought this day couldn't get any worse. But at least I don't have to do my essay tomorrow eheheh." She laughed a little.
"This isn't funny. This isn't a joke." Naha chirped.