Chapter One

Sadness and Pleasure

Maya's POV
And as I rose up into the sky. Wings flapped behind me. In dazed confusion, I screamed for I didn't do well with heights.
I woke up in a cold sweat, breathing heavy. I sighed and wiped some of the warm droplets from my cold forehead. Hesitantly, my legs like wiggly jello, I forced myself to get out of bed. My room was small. It contained two dressers, a small bed, and a closet.
Wobbling a bit, I walked over to my dresser I took out an electric blue shirt and a pair of blue jeans, nothing special about them, but they fit ok.
I patted down my fair brown hair and applied some foundation onto my skin, which was looking strangely blotchy this morning. A bit of eyeliner, a bit of blue eyeshadow.

I liked blue. It was my favorite color. It could be sad or it could be peaceful. As was my life. Most of the time hectic, you could say. Or, when I was at home anyway. It was Sunday, so there was no school. And it made me upset, because at school it was easy to wear the mask of faked happiness.

Silently, I walked from my room, closing the door. Head bent low, long fingers folded over my stomach. Fingers that were good for playing instruments, which was what I loved to do.

"There you are," a womanly voice said as I walked into the kitchen, "Here's your breakfast."

My mother, Ayumi Yoshino.
She pushed the small plate towards me. A cheese omelette. My mother knew that eggs made me feel sick to my stomach. I'd already told her about a thousand times.

"Mo-" I choked out, but before I could even begin, she shushed told me to eat it again. Which I did. Slowly. She watched me. Watched me like a rattlesnake. Waiting for me to complain so she could strike.
I poked the expensive stainless steel fork into the yellow egg. The warm cheese oozed out onto the plate like yellow blood. A shiver rippled down my spine as I finally finished. My stomach shifted uneasily, and I looked down.

"I'm going to go play my music," I told her quietly, sliding from the seat.

"Honestly, Maya," she said, flapping her hand about, "No one ever gets a career in classical music anymore! I don't know why bother. Always hanging around with those band rejects at school!"

Tears welled in my eyes, so I dulked my head, so my bangs covered my watery eyes.

"Really, Maya!" she said, exasperated, now seeing my shivering shoulders, "You should make friends with some different people! And quit this band of yours, and quit the lessons. I wouldn't allow it but your father insists on paying it for you! Where is that man anyways, always out and about-" Ayumi waved her hand in dismissal, "Anywho, we really do need to get you a haircut, don't you think?"

"Whatever you think, Mom." I said softly, "But I really should go practie now."

"Fine," Ayumi sighed, "But close the door would you? My shows coming on in five minutes and your practicing is rather distracting."

"Yes, mum." I said, sighing, then went down to the piano room.

The violin lay in the corner. I started with it. Playing a loud, reckless tune. A, then C, then F. Over and over. Faster and faster. Higher and higher.

I couldn't wait for Monday to come. School would be a place to get away from Ayumi's sharp words.

I continued to play, even as cried, because crying had become a regular thing. I continued to place, even as the tears of rejection rolled down my cheeks.

Daisetsu's POV

A sword in my hand, blood on my hands. Corpses laying on the ground, and the living shivering in fear. A feeling of complete control and power flows inside of me. I am your worst nightmare!

"Daisetsu, Daisetsu! Wake up!"

Bright sunlight and a cheerfull voice wake me from my slumber.

"Go away."

The sound of my growling voice makes her jump a little.

"You need to wake up! Its your first day of school!"

"So what! Like I care! Just leave me alone!!"

Suddenly I hear a loud ‘thump'. It's that old man again. He's drunk (again). Its like the only thing he does besides raping my mother. I don't want to be like him. Anything but that! I need to stand up and kick his ass, if not atleast make sure I wont end up like him. I stand up and glare at the intruder.

"Do I need to change right in front of you or something?"

She blushes and leaves. I grab my uniform before I realise that its Sunday. The fucking bitch! She tricked me! I check if I have the bracelet on and grab some jeans and a black shirt before jumping outta the window. I grab a branch of the tree in front of my bedroom-window and land like a cat on my feet. I walk towards the b-place and I put up the finger to the groups and they ignore it out of fear. Tshe, boring. I need a fight. The thrill of the moment, the pain, the feeling of victory! And most of all, the feeling of complete ecstasy right when I give the first punch. I glare at them some more and a cocky dude glares back, I leap forward and begin my twisted pleasure. Let the games begin!