A/N: This is my first serious original fiction. Please feel free to tell me if I have any grammatical errors or if anything doesn’t make sense. I’ll surely fix the error. Please bear with me until I get a new upgrade, I have to proofread myself. :D

Summary: In an unknown location, young people from across the world are chosen by the “uppers” to be trained in four exceptional schools. Trained for what exactly? To protect the thin line that keeps the human and spiritual world from mixing.. Chosen after their third death, they live in a new body, keeping their feelings and minds. As young Chokichi will now learn, responsibility is a lot harder to handle when balancing two opposing worlds.

Warnings: This will be a Slash/Shounen Ai story, meaning there will be m/m relationships. If this is not your cup of tea, then please go back or forever hold your anti-slash comments. There really won’t be much sexual contact for a while. The romance I’m building up will be slow and sweet. Also there may be language so if that offends you don’t read this. Again, the rating my change, so if for any reason you cant read a rated m story, I suggest you don’t follow.

All Characters belong to me. If any names are used that are familiar, I ensure that they are in no way related to anything but this story.

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Prologue

I couldn’t help, but feel a chilling sense of foreboding while I readied for bed. The clock read 8:37 as I pulled my pajamas out of my section of the dresser Kylie and I shared. I’d have just enough time to say goodnight to Daryn. My little brother was prone to night horrors if he wasn’t reassured that there was someone there watching over him. Kylie was enough of a big sister to him already, but no one could beat the real thing.

I quickly brushed my teeth and walked down the hall to the room where Daryn and two other boys his age slept.

Daryn and I were two very close siblings. Daryn doesn’t remember very well, but our family was very close-knit also. Our mother and father died in a fatal car accident almost two years after he was born. We were immediately sent to live in an orphanage, no thanks to our remaining family. A few years ago we were sent to live in this foster home that was nestled in suburban Nevada.

I walked quietly past Jeremy’s room. I had personally had nothing against him, but he could be a major brat sometimes.

I slipped into Daryn’s room, unsurprised that all of the other seven year olds were fast asleep. With all of the energy they spent running around all day, they should be knocked out for a week.

What did surprise me was that Daryn was also fast asleep, breathing heavily with his eyes fluttering softly. It was very strange indeed. He could usually never get off to sleep without being tucked in and kissed on the forehead, no matter how tired.

Not wanting to wake him, I carefully pulled his sheets over his body to engulf it in it’s reassuring warmness and kissed his forehead, before pulling back and walking quietly out of the room.

Settling down into my bed, I stared at the ceiling letting my thoughts organize themselves into a manner where I could fully relax and slip into the deep confines of sleep.

The last thing I remember thinking that day, was if the doors and windows were locked.

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The Next Morning………

An average middle-class family sat at their breakfast table, enjoying a lazy Saturday breakfast.

The male of the house, chief money-maker and all American man, was reading his typical newspaper, while drinking his typical cup of coffee.

Something he saw caught his interest. “Hmm, honey. A sixteen year old girl was brutally murdered down the road last night.”

“Really, where?” the wife asked nervously. What if the murderer was waiting for his next victim?

“ At the Henderson’s, you know the ones who take care of all those poor little children.”

“Oh, dear poor souls. Was anyone else killed?”

“No, the murderer just came right through her window, slit her throat, and left completely ignoring the other girl in the room.”

“What was the girls name?,” the teenager asked surprisingly.

“Valerie Jackson. Probably a very sweet girl.” The father (as we must assume) answered.

“Hmm, that’s really sad. Were probably going to have an assembly at school now.” he said.

And from then on the conversation went on changing from topic to topic, the subject of death quickly flying out of the window.

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~Jaelyn~