Ringo Housaka
1.04 AM
Housaka Household
Sat in the open window and looking over the peaceful, sleeping town, Ringo felt anything but peaceful. Dressed in her pyjamas; a white vest top with grey sweats, accompanied by a cream coloured cardigan to keep away the cold of the night air, she missed the sight from her old room which only twenty four hours previous, she had been looking down upon. She missed the bright neon lights and the ever moving white and red spots of vehicles that she could see from her apartment building. Here, in a quiet suburban neighbourhood, she could only see the lights of houses, at least until they flickered off and she was left in darkness, with only the soft glow of the moon to help her peer into her neighbours garden.
The clock in her room read that it was just past one in the morning, but the brunette didn’t mind. Ever since her mother had told her she would be moving out to live with her grandmother in Karakura, she hadn’t been sleeping much. Usually in the past, her mother would work late and leave her home alone, letting her play the acoustic guitar to have something to do. But now, her mother’s new boyfriend was moved in and her mother was on maternity leave. Ringo didn’t want to disturb her grandmother, and the bedroom window of her neighbour was literally only a stone’s throw away. The sound might even reach them.
So, instead of calming herself by rehearsing chords, she sat there, watching nothing in particular. Not only had she been kicked out of her home, kicked out of her Naruki City, but she had been forced to move schools. There was another high school within walking distance of her new home, and her grandmother didn’t have the money to afford the transport to and from Naruki City every day. In seemed odd, when her grandmother owned the biggest and most traditional Japanese house in the neighbourhood, but then she had lived in it throughout her whole adult life. Ringo, although comforted when she was younger by the thought of this house when visiting grandma, had suddenly found it strange as she walked through the door today, knowing it would be her home from now on. The house had felt bigger, colder and it smelled old and musty. Her grandmother was old, so she would have to help with cleaning it, and the piano was still there but badly out of tune. It felt… Unfamiliar.
Releasing a sigh, the teenage girl suddenly felt tears prick at her eyes, knowing she would be entering her second year in a few hours’ time without any of her friends. Biting her lip, she inwardly scolded herself and shoved her head between her knees, covering it with her arms. For a moment she stayed that way, and then she lifted her head and viciously wiped her tears away. Tightening her ponytail and entering her room again, closing the window shut and throwing herself into her new bed on the floor. She hoped by flinging the duvet over her head and counting off the things in her head to do, she hoped she would eventually go to sleep.
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7.04 AM
Kurosaki Household
Like a spy, he carefully opened the door and crept into the room on all floors.
Like a panther he slunk forward, poking his head round the corner and eying his prey.
For a moment, he hesitated, his keen gaze focusing directly at the short mop of bright hair splayed across the pillow.
Taking a breath, he calmed himself and cleared his mind, and then… Isshin leapt.
”GOOOOOOOOD~ MOOORNIIIING~”
His hunting cry filled the teenager’s room, vibrated through the glass and poured out into the street. In the neighbouring home, Ringo stirred awake.
”ICHIGOOOOOO~!”
1.04 AM
Housaka Household
Sat in the open window and looking over the peaceful, sleeping town, Ringo felt anything but peaceful. Dressed in her pyjamas; a white vest top with grey sweats, accompanied by a cream coloured cardigan to keep away the cold of the night air, she missed the sight from her old room which only twenty four hours previous, she had been looking down upon. She missed the bright neon lights and the ever moving white and red spots of vehicles that she could see from her apartment building. Here, in a quiet suburban neighbourhood, she could only see the lights of houses, at least until they flickered off and she was left in darkness, with only the soft glow of the moon to help her peer into her neighbours garden.
The clock in her room read that it was just past one in the morning, but the brunette didn’t mind. Ever since her mother had told her she would be moving out to live with her grandmother in Karakura, she hadn’t been sleeping much. Usually in the past, her mother would work late and leave her home alone, letting her play the acoustic guitar to have something to do. But now, her mother’s new boyfriend was moved in and her mother was on maternity leave. Ringo didn’t want to disturb her grandmother, and the bedroom window of her neighbour was literally only a stone’s throw away. The sound might even reach them.
So, instead of calming herself by rehearsing chords, she sat there, watching nothing in particular. Not only had she been kicked out of her home, kicked out of her Naruki City, but she had been forced to move schools. There was another high school within walking distance of her new home, and her grandmother didn’t have the money to afford the transport to and from Naruki City every day. In seemed odd, when her grandmother owned the biggest and most traditional Japanese house in the neighbourhood, but then she had lived in it throughout her whole adult life. Ringo, although comforted when she was younger by the thought of this house when visiting grandma, had suddenly found it strange as she walked through the door today, knowing it would be her home from now on. The house had felt bigger, colder and it smelled old and musty. Her grandmother was old, so she would have to help with cleaning it, and the piano was still there but badly out of tune. It felt… Unfamiliar.
Releasing a sigh, the teenage girl suddenly felt tears prick at her eyes, knowing she would be entering her second year in a few hours’ time without any of her friends. Biting her lip, she inwardly scolded herself and shoved her head between her knees, covering it with her arms. For a moment she stayed that way, and then she lifted her head and viciously wiped her tears away. Tightening her ponytail and entering her room again, closing the window shut and throwing herself into her new bed on the floor. She hoped by flinging the duvet over her head and counting off the things in her head to do, she hoped she would eventually go to sleep.
~~~~~
7.04 AM
Kurosaki Household
Like a spy, he carefully opened the door and crept into the room on all floors.
Like a panther he slunk forward, poking his head round the corner and eying his prey.
For a moment, he hesitated, his keen gaze focusing directly at the short mop of bright hair splayed across the pillow.
Taking a breath, he calmed himself and cleared his mind, and then… Isshin leapt.
”GOOOOOOOOD~ MOOORNIIIING~”
His hunting cry filled the teenager’s room, vibrated through the glass and poured out into the street. In the neighbouring home, Ringo stirred awake.
”ICHIGOOOOOO~!”
