Chapter I - Notes of a Flute

    Mi had a blank face, her face without emotion, but then again, she hadn't felt too much emotion since she could remember. In fact, she may not have felt most emotions normal people feel. Because, she was not like normal people, she was far from it, she always felt different. She looked up at the large building, she gulped and saw a girl and a boy getting bullied and sighed. That could be me, if I'm not careful. She thought to herself as she pulled on her hoodie, and put up the hood, it was pouring rain down onto whomever was under the dark sky.

    "Come on, Ryuu!" Said a voice, Mi stopped to watch for a second. "Leave Madoka alone!" the voice was female, calm, but nervous, just from watching this, Mi could tell those two were close friends. She tried to pull down Ryuu's arm so Satoshi could pass through, but Ryuu wouldn't budge.

    "Get lost, Kiku, Madoka and I are just talking," he smirked and pushed the the girl to the ground, Kiku glared at him, but he was unfazed by the attempt of guilt. Mi soon chose to continue on. Her hoodie zipped fully up as she walked into the school. She was soaking wet and cold, not how she thought she'd spend the first day in school.

    She sighed and looked at her hoodie. "Soaking wet," Mi groaned and found her way to the ladies' bathroom. No one was in there, she wasn't surprised, it was quite early for many students to get to school. Plus the rain was pouring down and likely was slowing down those riding bikes or even walking. Mi looked back one more time. Before she took off her hoodie, the rainwater soaked through her hoodie and she sighed. Luckily she has extra clothing in case of some form emergency, but in truth, what emergency - other than this one - will require extra clothes?

    Mi reached into her bag. "Rain soak ya?" the voice comes from behind, Mi is shocked and jumped back then nodded, "Yeah . . . I swear rain is just pouring down today." She waked over to the mirror closest to the door and began putting on make-up. "I'm Kiku. I don't remember seeing ya before. Are ya new?" she scanned every part of Mi's body, lifted her arms, pulled down her hood, looked at her luscious pink hair and to her pink eyes, ending at her normal sized feet.

    Mi nodded and put on a fake, faint smile. "Yeah . . . I was just transferred, I'm Mi," she said instantly feeling her hug her. "What-What are you  . . . doing!" she could hardly breathe, Kiku was choking her with a friendly hug. "I . . . can't breathe!" she sqeaked out and finally gave the messege to Kiku.

   Kiku let go and rubbed the back of her neck. "S-Sorry, I just . . . like meeting new people, ya know?" she said sheepishly. 

   Mi shrugged, she wouldn't know it, but she understood, kind of. "Sure." She said walking over to a stall and going inside one.

   Even after Kiku was finished with her make-up she continued to stay in the bathroom. "So, where do ya live?" she asked, kind of a strange question to ask someone they barely know, and as time went on and Mi hadn't responded, Kiku dropped the question and just continued talking mindlessly. For the most part, Mi had tuned her out, thinking her as just an annoyance. Mi now wore a pair of skinny jeans and a tank top. Kiku walked with her, whether she wanted her to or not.

    They walked down the hall, a young boy, the one being bullied stood by the entrance to a class. He wore a gray sweater, a pair of slacks, and on his sweater was a treble clef. His hair was a light pink similar to Mi's but much more pale. "Hia, Madoka!" Kiku said gleefully.

    He said nothing, his eyes making glances at Mi and as Kiku looked back and forth she jumped to Madka's side. "Mi, this is Madoka! Madoka, this is Mi."  She pushed Mi and Modka together and grinned widely. "We're gonna have so much fun!" she hugged them and squeezed tighter and tighter. "Come on! Class is going to start soon!" Kiku smiled and poked both Madka and Mi's noses. "Race ya!" she ten started running.

    Madoka shook his head began walking, not running. Mi walked as well, she didn't want to get caught up in Kiku's hopeful race.

    She walked into what looked like a shortcut, but was just an old science lab, she saw something there, a figure, but it impossible really, since the figure looked older, not a high school student and he also looked to young to be a teacher. Mi shook her head, she didn't care, it likely her imagination running wild, after all the figure was gone when she rubbed her eyes. But it wouldn't hurt to check it out later. After class maybe. On that note, she started to make her way back to class, and as she entered the class she sat down.

    Kiku slide her seat next to Mi's slowly. "Hi . . ." she said whispering silently into Mi's ear. Which kind of started her, but she ignored her the best she could. Mi still saw Kiku as an obstacle she just had to overcome once then she'll be gone. "Mi . . ." she poked her head, whispering. "Mi . . . hey . . . hey Mi . . . Mi . . . Mi . . ." Mi slapped Kiku's hand away and looked at her. "Guess what . . ." she whispered giving a good four to five minute pause. "I won . . ."

    Mi nodded. She then began listening to the teacher, better now that Kiku wasn't distracting her. "Okay," the teacher said looking around. "Is everybody here?" he looked around. One seat was empty. Ryuu's seat, but Kiku looked innocently at the chair, smiling faintly.

    "Wonder where he's gone." She said in a kind voice, but at the same time demonic. The class was over quickly and lunch came just as quickly. Mi being the type person she was, got curious about that figure in that room, it so quick, she could hardly make any sense out of the figure. Luckily, Madoka had steered her away from just long enough for Mi to leave her sight.

    Mi approached the room, it was dark, but she expected that. She began hearing something, footsteps and she looked around, a flute was later heard from what felt like a distance but quickly changed to sounding like its right in front of her. She used her hands and clamped her ears, she didn't want hear that sound, it . . . it reminded her. She didn't want to remember. She wanted the past to remain in the past. With her hands over her ears she stumbled out of the room, finding herself completely fine no noises, no flute. "What was that?" she backed away from the room and went to the cafeteria just to seem normal. After lunch was a few more classes, those went by quick, and finally, was most of the students' favorite time of the day; the ending of school.

    Mi was still confused about that flute. It just began. Mi looked back and saw a figure standing by the window of that same class. In just a blink of an eye, he was gone.