Chapter 1

Haruto's POV

Today was one of the worst days of school there was. I just got called to the office for writing down my dream…


"Everyone!" shouted the teacher, "I know this sounds babyish, but in one, well-written paragraph, describe your dream and what you want to do or be in the future!" The class whispered, "Is he serious?" and got to work. After I was done, I passed it in. Five minutes later, the teacher brings me to the office.

"What is it?" I asked.

"You," said the teacher, "Are an amazing student, so when I read your dream paragraph, I was shocked. You want to be a game creator?!"

"Yes," I said, honestly, "I'm actually making one right now." That was true too.

"Game creators are rarely successful," said the teacher, "I want you to concentrate on your studies and become successful in life!"

"I'll think about it," I said and went out after the bell rang for lunch.

Flashback over…

As I was wondering what to do, I heard a loud voice.

"Haruto-kun!" shouted Ami, my biggest fangirl and annoyance.

"Go away," I said, annoyed already.

She giggled and said, "You're too funny! He's over here girls!" I sweat dropped. A mob of fangirls appeared.

"I LOVE YOU!" they all shouted. As they swarmed around me, I kept backing up, until—THUD! I had bumped into someone.

"Shit!" I shouted and turned around. It was a girl with long black hair and cold, mysterious, and black eyes.

"It's her," whispered some of the fangirls. Then I spotted something… a sketchbook. It was filled with pictures of action anime. Some attacking, some posing, you name it. And they weren't bad at all. As I reached for the sketchbook, the girl slapped my hand.

"Don't touch my sketchbook!" she hissed, cold eyes glaring at me. This was the first girl that ever got mad at me—ever.

"Hey bitch!" shouted Ami, "Don't hurt Haruto-kun!"

"I don't give a damn about him," scoffed the girl, "Or any or you." She said it so coolly and calmly, that it was like she really didn't care. Then she walked towards the roof.

"Are you okay?!" asked the mob of fangirls.

"I'll talk to you guys tomorrow if you leave me alone," I muttered.

"But—!" shouted the fangirls.

"I promise," I sighed and in a flash, they were gone. I looked up at the door that lead to the roof and went towards it.

"Are you going to talk to the bitch?" asked Ami, who was stalking me again.

"Maybe," I said and walked up on the roof, with Ami "secretly" following.

"Why are you here?" asked a voice, cold and hostile.

"To check out your drawings," I said smirking.

"It doesn't work," she said, "I'm not like Ami-senpai or the rest."

"I can tell," I said chuckling. As I walked over to her, she inched away from me.

"I just want to see your drawings," I said gently.

"Why?" she snapped.

"I'll stop bothering you if you show me," I said.

"Fine," she snapped. As I opened the sketchbook, I was amazed. Her drawings were perfect for an action game and her characters were completely original.

"These are good," I said, glancing at her.

"Yeah right," she scoffed and looked away.

"I have a proposition," I said, looking at her.

"What is it?" she asked, "What could you possibly need from me?"

"Could you do the graphics for my game?" I asked.

She laughed and then looked at me. "Oh, you're serious," she said.

"Will you?" I asked.

"What's it about?" she asked.

"It's about," I said, sighing, "an evil darkness taking over the land of Light and there are 101 levels."

"Why 101?" she asked, "Why not 100 levels?"

"The extra one is where the store is," I said, "You see, when you fight monsters, pass levels, and finish jobs, you earn money. You can spend that money building your castle where other players can visit. You can also spend it on upgrades or clothes."

"And there's only one script-writer?" she asked.

"Just me," I said, a little surprised that she knew how game creating worked.

"What's in it for me?" she asked.

"Ummmmmmmmm…" I said, think really hard.

"Never mind," she scoffed, "I'll do it."

"Really?" I asked.

"Really," she said and got up. "See you later…I guess," and walked back inside the school. Once she was gone, Ami practically pounced on me.

"Why are you doing something special with that bitch?!" she shouted.

"Why not?" I asked.

"She's so weird! She's a fanfiction writer, she's obsessed with anime, and she doesn't wear any makeup! She's not even cute like that. She's always by herself and she's so hostile!" whined Ami.

"Good," I said and walked back in the school as well.

"Wait up Haruto-kun!" shouted Ami.

After school…

"Where are you going?!" asked Ami.

"Finding someone," I said.

"You mean the bitch?!" Ami asked.

"Yeah," I said, "There she is!" I ran after her. "Hey! Wait up!"

"What is it?" she snapped, "Oh, it's you."

"I'm assuming you know my name. What's yours?" I asked.

"None of your business," she snapped, not even bothering to look at me.

"Come one," I said, "Now that we're partners in the gaming world, I can't keep calling you 'Hey You!'"

"Why not?" she asked. I gave her a 'PLEASE!' look and then, she sighed. "You can call me Kiyomi."

"So Kiyomi-chan~," I said happily, "Want to come over to my house?"

"Why the hell would I do that?" she asked, irritated.

"To work on the game," I said.

"You want to finish by the summer so you can enter the Game Convention in England this year, don't you?" Kiyomi-chan asked, glaring at me.

"You got me," I said, "Let's go." I grabbed her wrist and pulled her along. As much as she resisted, I was stronger.

"I hate you," she hissed.

"That's the first time, ever, that a girl said that to me," I said as we walked into my room. Then, Kiyomi-chan, laid out several drawings of characters in front of me.

"Choose 5 girls and 5 boys," she said, "Those will be your characters." I shrugged and picked a random ten.

"Let's get started!" I shouted, excitedly. Kiyomi-chan rolled her eyes, but we discussed the layout and setup of the game. By 6:00 PM, we got quite a lot done, but not enough to finish the game. We didn't have a miracle.

"I'm leaving," she said and got up. I led her out the door and she started walking away.

"I'll walk you home," I offered.

"Hell no," she said.

"Too bad," I replied and walked behind her in silence. Then she stopped and turned to the direction of an apartment.

"Goodnight," she said bluntly and walked away.

"Won't you let me in?" I asked, playfully.

"If you come any closer, I'll kick you," she said, glaring at me.

"You have beautiful eyes," I said.

"Eh?!" she yelled in surprise. I pushed her inside the apartment with me and followed her as she walked to her own apartment. It was empty and it felt lonely.

"Where are your parents?" I asked.

"Does it matter?" she sighed, sitting down.

"Yes it does," I said, "I can't just leave you here alone."

"It's fine. I got used to it," sighed Kiyomi-chan, "My parents are always away, but they send me money so I can live."

"Sounds lonely," I said.

"Get out before I kick you," she hissed, "I don't want to share my private life with you."

"Fine," I said, pretending to be offended, "Goodnight!" I thought I heard her say goodnight, but I guess it was my imagination.

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