Kiera Red's Story

"Ahh, there's nothing to do again today, huh?"

A figure was saying, in a very bored tone. A boy, who looked as if he was 16 years old leaned against a seat in the theater. He was looking up at the ceiling, that no one could see his face, unless they looked at him from the back. He snapped forward, strands of pale blonde hair flying forward as a black hood soon came to cover his head. "So boring in here. It's almost maddening." He kicked off, landing on his feet and starting to walk around. The guardians were patrolling, anyway, so--

Wait. The guardians were patrolling.

"That means the barrier's not up!" He thought as he looked at the doors. They weren't there. Grinning, he focused himself and, in a cloud of darkness, he disappeared from inside the theater and reappeared outside. He smirked. "Score for Yurasaki." He then dug around in his jacket pockets and took out a black spray can, grinning at the glare that the full moon gave it. "Today may not be as boring as I thought." Yoru whispered to himself as he ran away from the theater before any of the Spirit Guardians found him.

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"Just another day for the black sheep of the Hayashi family."

Tsubaki thought as she finished packing the numerous crayons scattered around the room into the old toolbox that they now used as a crayon case of some sorts. She wiped some sweat off her brow, and looked at the sleeping child on the table. She sighed and poked the little girl a few times. "Hana. Hana. Wake up." The girl muttered something- gibberish, Tsubaki had thought- and then said, "Five more minutes."

"You've been asleep for 20 minutes and counting, and if you don't wake up soon, you'll miss the lights." The girl immediately sat up, rubbing her eyes. "Onee-chan.." Tsubaki crossed her arms over her chest and sighed. "They appear at 9:30, right?" Hana nodded enthusiastically. "Let's go to my room. I have a better view in my window." The little girl leaped off her chair and started trotting up the stairs, nearly tripping. Tsubaki caught her and lifted her bridal style, smirking as the girl laughed sweetly.

She placed Hana down on the armchair she had conveniently placed near the window so she could read and look at the sky and think all at the same time. As Hana looked out the window, she walked over to the fridge in her room. Since she barely went out except for school, most of the normal things she needed was there, in her room. Fridge, food, a small kitchen, hell, she even had her own bathroom. Bookshelves were lined on one side, and near her bed sat a few plushies and dolls Hana was learning to make. Her computer- used for research- was also at one corner, near the bookshelves. Digging around in the fridge, she pulled out a small red and white bottle, and another, a can of soda. The soda was for her, of course, since she was warned not to let Hana drink the "acid". Milk was for the little girl sitting at her armchair, since Hana had told her, "I wanna be as tall as Onee-chan!" and she knew that she also liked milk since it was creamy and cool.

She walked over to Hana and handed the red and white bottle to her, opening the can after lifting Hana and letting the child sit in her lap. The younger one took small sips from the creamy milk while Tsubaki took swigs from the can. "Look! Look, Onee-chan! It's there!" Hana pointed at the fireflies that started coming up. They looked like snow falling from the sky, except they were going up. She smiled softly. It was calming to her, how they went up. Like her spirits, when she was pumped up to fight.

When the light show ended, Hana had fallen asleep. Tsubaki carried her again, put the half-finished bottle of milk away, and brought her back to her room. After tucking the little girl in and slipping a teddy bear into her arms, she went back to her room and looked out the window.

"That light show got my spirits up, so.."

She stretched and went to the corner, booting up her computer and quickly sending all her groupmates for the thesis e-mails, each containing the same message.

"Hey, it's me, Tsubaki. You feel like coming over tomorrow, after school? Let's discuss the subject of our thesis and see what information we gathered." She leaned back and waited for the replies, looking at the full moon.

"Let's see what the night brings, and if you come again, Mr. Spirit Dancer." She dared.

Namid frowned slightly as she pulled herself up into a sitting position. She had fallen asleep in one of the theatres many rooms as she had been looking for a window, a door, some way out into the real world again. Her back and neck hurt from where she had curled up on a set of viewing couches that overlooked the main stage.

Shrugging it off, she yawned and scratch before glancing down. Gasping, she quickly ducked down as she saw one of the spirits patrolling the building. They didn't do it all the time and she could never figure out why they did, but their patrolling normally meant one thing. He was out.

Smiling, she quickly pulled herself up and began to make her way through the halls, looking into a few rooms as she passed them, trying to find Al. It wasn't often Yoru was out and it often meant he would be returning with another victim who had fallen for her trap.

The only chance she really ever got to try and escape was when he was out. The Spirits would sometimes get distracted when they noticed him missing and Nami would be able to enter parts of the Theater normally under guard.

He was getting out somehow and Nami would find it even if it killed her. Suddenly she halted as she backed up and looked into one of the rooms she had walked past. Inside she found the younger prisoner boy she had taken to calling Al and had grown to like when considering her only other company were 5 spirits and a deranged maniac that liked to keep people as toys...

"Hay Al, guess who's out for the day and probably won't be back for a while!", she called out to the boy as she entered the room, slinging her arms around his shoulders and smiling down at him.

Siren felt a shudder go down her spine as she felt the monster slip away. She grit her teeth, obviously annoyed.
'Damn... If I had just kept a closer eye on him.'
Aoi was the one who raised up the barrier. Siren smiled and nodded her thanks to the blue spirit. Her smile then faded as she continued to patrol the area.
"Spirit Dancer..."
The mention of his name brought a bitter taste in her mouth. She continued to walk when she saw a girl with long blonde hair walking home alone. Normally, Siren wouldn't care about another human, but this one seemed to be one of her triggers to bring back her memories.
"Guys, I'll be supervising a girl with long blonde hair. I'll keep safe so please do the same."
Siren then sent the message to her fellow spirits and trailed after the girl with long blonde hair.

Amiya walked home alone late at night. Her eyes were filled with tears as she walked. Being alone both frightened her and furthered her depression. She would be forgotten and the thought made her depressed. Other than that, it had been an eventful day. She had gotten back from the mall and put most of her money to charity while some of it she decided to spend for herself since it was her birthday. She was about to make a left to go to the street near her house when in the corner of her eye, she saw a man with pale blonde hair leaking out from a black hoodie. He seemed to be running away and that thought worried her.
'Is he being abused?! What is he running from?'
Amiya could then feel a scary prescence behind her. Nearly screaming, she ran as fast as she could... and bumping into the man with pale blonde hair in the process. Amiya quickly wiped away stray tears.
"I'm sorry! I just felt someone follow me and-"
Amiya stopped when she got a better look at the man's face. In addition to his blonde hair, he had golden eyes that resembled a cat's. Completely forgetting her fear, she let out a squeal of delight and hugged the man tightly.
"You're so cute with your cat eyes~!"
Amiya then realized what she did and stopped, blushing brightly.
"Was that too much...? Ah! We need too get out of here!! That guy that was following me may still be here! Come on! Oh, I'm Amiya by the way!"
Amiya grabbed the man's hand and continued to run.