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— A RED SCARF whips in the wind, wrapped around a silver-haired girl’s neck.
she runs over streams and rivers alike, laughing.
her name is sakurako ogami. she’s sixteen. and she’s the ultimate martial artist.
she’s 7’4”. unnaturally, unnervingly tall for a human being.
her eyes reminded people of burnished silver.
people ran away from her. she was the kind of person you’d mistake for a monster.
but she wasn’t a monster. she was far from it, actually.
and she was in love.
with a girl named shinju kozakura.
shinju was the ultimate manga artist.
sakurako was an avid fan of the girl’s work.
in contrast to sakurako, shinju stood at five-foot-something. she didn’t bother remembering.
shinju had fluffy sable-colored hair and and eyes which sakurako could stare into until the end of time.
sakurako liked staring into shinju’s eyes. they were so, so beautiful.
her left eye was blue. her right eye was green.
they met when they were thirteen. shinju was the only person from their class who dared to approach sakurako. the girl everyone recognized as the fearsome ogre.
she was far from that.
shinju loved her. they loved each other so much. they were so happy.
now they were in a killing game at the age of sixteen.
it didn’t matter. even if they were stuck on a group of islands, even if some bear condemned them to stupid lessons about cleaning crime scenes up, they still found the time to be happy—but there were still murders.
they tried to live.
the blue-black sky glistened with thousands of stars as they laid on the grass and laughed.
they kissed.
perhaps that would be the last time they did.
it was.