1 Under the bloody blossoming sakura

The first light of the day breached into the dark within the room, sneaking their way between the slit of the green colored curtain that hung on the right side of the room. A very neat place, with no random clothes or dirty pants tattered on the floor clad in red carpet. The size of the room could be said medium, with twin single bed situated beside the curtain, the room still wide enough to cram a wooden piece of study desk, carbon wardrobe, and oak made book shelves.

*Click*

A slender yet firm hand pushed out from the bulge on the top of the bed, reaching toward the small table nearby the bed's head and turned off the night lamp that previously lit with orange illumination.

Two pair of legs slid out from inside the blanket, stepped onto the reddish floor below as the pair of clean feet slipped inside a soft house's shoes that came in a white tone akin to a powder of snow.

The figure's tall body stretched out to release the numb of being lay still for 6 hours straight.

He twisted his arms left and right, then dropped onto the floor and started pushed his own body.

Finished with the morning activity after the bed, the person rose onto his feet and grabbed a hold of a pair of glass beside the night's lamp. He stucked it above his nose, then strolling toward outside of his room.

The living room of this compartment isn't particularly big, but luxurious enough. Wide 40 inch TV stood proudly in front of cotton cream painted couch and translucent knee-length table. A golden frame panorama painting stuck high behind the TV while magnificent jade carved shelf right on its left. Few antique porcelain set up behind the couch and several more inside the cup board not far away from the room.

For any other person, watching the decorations inside this place, perhaps they imagined as if they just entered a king's chamber or emperor's boudoir. But the figure care not on what had been placed inside of here, he just sprang into the kitchen and took out a pack of bread from inside the high double door frig.

After making some breakfast for himself, he returned back to the living room with a toasted chocolate jam bread and steamed cup of coffee. He passed by the picture of five personages that threw a smile yet not fully bright. Sitting upon the cream couch, he pressed the remote and turn on the tv.

"Today's breaking news, a violence had happened inside one of the building in xxx district, the chief of police department still yet to give us a clear answer of what is really happening, but according of some eyewitness, the violence started with a loud screaming..."

"Get yourself the family kit and enjoyed your trip as a whole bunch of..."

" ...Sad family, nowadays is all about..."

"...Fittest of survival, a law of jungle, the other lion will try to..."

"... eat each other, a political movement is one thing and another..."

The person kept tapping on the remote as if he found not a single particularly interesting being display in the morning. In the end, he decided to just shut down the TV and quickly finished his breakfast.

Soon he placed the left over inside the sink as he retreated back into his room, booting his computer and checked upon the web forum.

There were a bunch of new threads highlighted the front page, from silly new cat's trick, to a new horror survival video game release. On the rumor tab, there were also a lot of people talked about the violence accident that previously he saw on the news. What made him aware is that the accident seemed likely also happened elsewhere.

Well, with a crazy world like this, who couldn't guess one day people just lost their mind and started commit a bunch of savagery.

Maybe they currently eating each own flesh right now.

The person shook his head, the deep blue shaggy hair style on his head sway left and right.

Nothing really caught his interest now, only a mouthful of nonsense and lot bull of crap he found this morning.

Pfft, resurrection spell. Judgements day.

Like that could happen.

He shut down the computer and strolled toward the bathroom, dismantling the satin pajama he wore, the blue haired teen inspected his own firm and muscle body. Giving his lean pectoralis a light push then checking his eyes.

He put down his glasses on the sink and went into a shower beside the bath tub. Quick, a thick clouds covered his figure and the rest of the bathroom environment while the stream of water poured down from the pipe.

(***)

"Hayate-senpai!"

"Wah, it's Hayate-senpai!"

"Hayate-senpai, good morning."

The moment the blue haired glasses person arrived at the school gate, many cute and young junior happily greeted him. He flashed his smile to them while waving his hand.

What a bunch of drag...

Under the blossoming sakura of Fujimi High School, Fujimaru Hayate set down from his bike and strolled along the path. Left and right was only Sakura's trees, along with other students that headed in the same direction with him.

"Hayate-senpai, can you please look at my homework and see where I might wrong?" one girl strut her way toward him with one notebook on her hand, she had neck length hair with a bandana ornament on top of her head. Her face looked nervous as one sweat could be seen on her temple.

"Sure, I don't mind," Fujimaru Hayate smiled, he stretched out his hand in the asking manner.

"T-thank you senpai, you are so kind!" the girl beamed up a cheery smile and placed the notebook on his hand.

He carelessly looked at the book as they passed through the school's gate. Many boys and girls still gathered in the shoes shelves. The boy uniform was all black from top to bottom while the girl had white shirt and green skirt, complete with a neck tie.

"You did fine, but there were several mistakes in the equation and you wrote a wrong answer..." he put down the book and presented it to her, "the right one should be..."

The girl attentively listened to his remark and picked her book in enthusiasm, her cheek grew red as she held the notebook on her growing chest, "Thank you senpai! You are really kind and also smart!"

"It's nothing worth to mention," Fujimaru waved his hand in servitude manner, "you can easily answer it too so long you practice and continue studying."

"Yes! I will!" the girl nodded her head, then she wiggled her own body, her face seemed fill with hesitation, "senpai, are the rumor about you're going to quit the kendo club is true?"

Fujimura paused while in the middle of taking off his shoes, then he resumed it as he glanced toward the girl and let out chuckle, "Where do you hear that?"

"I... I heard it from the girls pep talk, they're all sad hearing you will no longer in the club..." the girl burried her face in her own chest, "I am also sad..."

Fujimura held his shoes and put them inside the locker. Then he faced her while his eyes observed her figure from head to toe, although the girl is cute and delicate, but a lot of her womanly part is yet to groom, she is like an overgrown kindergarten children.

He faintly smiled, "Thank you for your concern, but I am afraid I have to keep you in such a sad news, because it is true..."

The girl widened her apricot eyes, her jaw dropped a little, "I'm sorry, senpai, I'm not meaning to pry on you, but for what reason you possibly have for quitting the club?"

Then she looked at her own feet, feeling anxious all over, "Is it possible that the rumor is true? that you and Bujusima-senpai is going out, but you guys are breaking up thus you no longer want in the club anymore?

Fujimura ceased his steps, he leered at the girl lightly before a small curve manifested on his lips, his hand reached out to her, slowly...

The girl didn't know that a man's hand had reached a close proximity toward her, she just focused on staring at her own small feet, inside her own feeling, she repeatedly berated herself for being such a rude person who dig onto other people secret.

Slowly but surely, Fujimura's hand had arrived into her neck but in the nick of time, the hand moved onto the upper part of her head and he patted her while faintly smiled, "Now that's a rumor, I and Bujusima-senpai are only friends, neither both of us had any special relation, me quitting the club had nothing to do with our relationship."

Feeling the kind senpai of her such gently patted her head, the girl's feeling fluttered to the highest layer of heaven. She's became more unable to look at his face as her entire face turned red.

"I quit because I need to focus on studying more for the final exam and college entrance, thus my time is extremely tight, if I still in kendo club then I wouldn't have time to relax and rest," his hand left her head and he climbed the stairs, he said without facing her, "I am sorry if I made you guys disappointed, but it's out of my capabilities to control such a thing."

"No, senpai! I wish for your luck!" the girl straightened her back, then she lowered her head and bent her back.

Fujimura waved his hand toward his back as he continued on climbing the floor onto the third level.

(***)

The bell had rung, the first lesson of the day was history and most of the students hardly pay any attention on the teacher's rambling at the front of the class. They are either slept, or joked into each other while the drowsy explanation of an epidemic once suffered a great England Nation being told. Such outcome from this class sadly is inevitable, after all, history class is all about story and the teacher who major on it never take a lesson of tell tale story beforehand.

Fujimura held his chin as he glanced to the window on his left, his life, the whole of it, is just experienced such a stuff. After he finished today class, he had to take the cram school in the afternoon, English supplementary at the evening, and violin class at night. He had truly no more leeway as his parent expecting him to enter the first rate college, and not just barely enter, he must also have the highest score on the exam and test. Violin is his parent favorites music and they wanted within their family at least have a musician who dabble in violin. His older brother is a successful bank manager who could play piano, his elder sister is a bright talent in overseas college, many times had been invited to lead an international bilingual focus group discussion, and also good at playing cello.

Therefore no wonder his parent held the same expectations from him, both successful on academy and music art.

But truth to be told, he never fond of music, what he like is martial arts especially kendo, but such expertise considered a brute and savage in the eyes of his parent. Neither of them agree he was following his passion and ignored his achievements in regarding that feat.

His father is a successful seller, most of the times will be out overseas and selling bunch of stuff in the foreign country. His mother is an assistant of international scale corporation's CEO, every week will have to follow her boss around, even also flying into another country.

Therefore both of his parents is rarely at home, but still keep in touch with his progress.

Went they found out he was following the kendo club extracurricular, they flew in rage and demanded him to quit, but since he liked it a lot, he persisted his intention and rebelled. Eventually, they made a deal that he was allowed to be in kendo club but only till second year and he also must took the violin class.

His whole life... had been set up and planned. He had no choice to make his own path, neither had the right to pave his own road.

Everything just for his parent, becoming slave for their own selfish dream.

A white pigeon perched on the edge outside the window beside his desk. It moved around, pitter-patter, and knocked on the glass with its small beak.

Fujimura bore his eyes at the pigeon, how come such a small and unintelligent creature had the right to be free while a human being like him trapped inside a steel cage?

How come they have a wing to soar, while he must walk on the bitter road?

A glint of cold flashed before his eyes, inside his mind, he pictured how fun it must be, tearing that white snow neck from the rest of its body and threw it to the group of cat, letting them shred the white feather and mangled on its raw meat.

Soon the pictured of the white pigeon slowly changed inside his mind... replaced by the figure... of that small girl junior student. She was powerless lying on the ground, his feet stayed on her neck while his sword slowly carved that delicate uniform of her.

Thread by thread, he exposed her skin, revealing her womanly part to the rest of the world.

Hehe...

Her eyes stared at him in terror, tears flowed from the corner of her eyes...

Yes... such feeling...

In the instant, Fujimura quickly restored his consciousness and horrified at his own thought. Rubbing his own temple, he cleared his mind and dispersed such a crazy imagination. The world is not mad enough for him to descent that lowly.

*Krrrr...*

*Krrr...*

*Krrr...*

In the middle of class, the loud usual announcement speaker buzzed out. Enough to make one person to momentarily turn deaf because how crisply annoying the sound.

"This is an urgent message! I repeat this an urgent message! All students please don't go out from the class and each teacher please manage them to not wander around!"

The voice of the personnel who spoke through the speaker filled with an urge and hurried tone, as if something dire had occurred at that other side.

"What's going on?"

"Is he on drug?"

"Probably went drink last night..."

The rest of the student started clamoring each other, a hustle bustle of whispered fill the clasroom entire space.

"Ahem, please be calm and silent, I assure you nothing bad happened, but since we had been instructed like that, we should-"

The sudden following voice that breached through the pair of speaker was enough to turn cold anyone's scalp and caused a shrill into the back of their neck.

"Aaaaaah! No, no, don't come closer, stay back! Argh! My shoulder! Stop, stop, I beg you please, it's painful! Someone, help me! I don't want to die--------------------------------urgh..."

"--------------------------------------"

"..."

Silent reigned over the control of the classroom, everyone widened their eyes and froze in their spot as they heard the miserable voice punched their way in into each of these people's ears. It's filled with anguish and desperation, sorrow and sadness.

No people made any single move, even the history teacher stood before the blackboard with dazed face like an ironclad statue.

Until the scream behind the speaker stop, the room had been visited by a long tranquil atmosphere.

Unknown for what reason, perhaps because the lost of grip's power or reflexes had gone wrong, the teacher let go the white chalk on his hand.

It fell down... way down toward the class room's floor, then it bounced upon it landed.

*Thud.*

"Aaaaaaaaah!"

Like a nuclear bomb, all people instantly shouted in the same time, shivering the translucent glass beside the room and fiercely trembled the door led toward the class. They all stood up and rushed at the gate, without care who is who in front of them. They clawed their way out. No one care for other's safety, elbow hit someone's face, hand pulled someone's hair, feet stomped someone's body.

They that once smiled and laughed together now acted as if not recognizing each other, the one that built up a stage and played together on drama for festival, now see other as obstacles, the only thought left inside is the individual selfishness.

Without particular reason or clear notion, these people just rushed out, acted like a great disaster had fallen on the land.

Soon the classroom quickly devoid from a single soul, except one person with blue hair and a pair of glass.

Is not like Fujimura is a super calm person who can act indifferent toward such circumstances. He neither also deaf person who ain't capable on hearing the terrorist shout from the speaker.

He just... simply froze.

Because in the front of his eyes... right atop the teacher's desk, a girl... was sitting there.

She wore a strange attire and she all white while her hair is an exception.

Her skin was very pale but no sign of a lifeless object as she actively dangled her legs.

"Nee..."

The girl had been appeared since the first announcement, but why these people... they act as if they can't see her.

"Onii-san~"

Her hair was fell gracefully onto her body, a red rose pin diagonally stucked on the part of her head.

"Would you care..."

Her hair was silver colored, it swayed gently despite the window was shut tightly.

"To play a game?"