"I've lived quite a life. If I were to put it in one word, I'd say it was: "bizarre". And since you're so curious about my story and it's adventures, I'll start at the beginning.

I was born into a home of loving parents and an older brother. They raised me to be a good and thoughtful person but it definitely wasn't easy. I was a crazy kid, to put it lightly. I broke many rules, was louder than necessary, and nasty prankster. I pretty much gave my family heart attacks with every stunt I pulled, I'm honestly still surprised by how patient they were with me. But, in the end, the trouble was all worth it. I was proud of being who I am as a wild card, but it's thanks to my family I grew up with good life lessons and morals. It made happy memories I was sure to cherish.

However, that's not the beginning you wanted to know, is it, Mr. Kishibe?"

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"Maaaaa!! Have you seen my gloves?!" I cried from my bedroom floor, "I can't find them anywhere and I'm gonna be late!"

I heard my mother yell from the kitchen, "did you check your accessory drawer?!" Yet, I somehow couldn't make it out.

"WHAAAATT?!"

"Jesus Christ.. YOUR ACCESSORY! DRAWER!!"

"Oh, yeaaahh." I made my way to the makeup dresser and opened the first drawer to my right, and there they were. "I FOUND THEM! THANKS, MAAA!"

"You're welcome, sweetie! But please, stop shouting in the house.."

"Hehe, sorry." I apologize, knowing full well that I'll do it again.

I put on my black leather, fingerless, heart gloves and made one final check in the mirror. God-DAMN, I look hot! I flattered myself. Grabbing my bag, I rushed to the kitchen to meet my family for breakfast, but since I'm running late for school, I had to go-go-go. Before I did though, I had to follow the morning routine: greeting everyone with a happy kiss.

I pecked my father's cheek, "good morning, Pahp." Then, my brother, "morning, Yamato." Lastly, and most important of all, "and a very good morning to you, Ma. Mmmmmuah~!"

"I know that tone," she said as she finished up my bento, "what do you want?"

A small sweat dropped from me as my mother saw right through me. "Uhm..my friends asked me out to karaoke and this very popular, new restaurant. Ten-Ten already made the reservations for it, so~?"

Mom raised an unfazed brow before asking, "what time is the reservation?"

"17:40 pm."

"Do you need money?"

I awkwardly scratched the back of my head, "it is a pricey place and I don't have much in my wallet..hehe."

She sighed as she wrapped my bento in a black and red plaid cloth then turned to my father with a head tilt. He nodded and pulled out his wallet, taking 80,000 yen from it.

"Try not to spend it all, I'll need the change back."

"Oh, of course, Pahp!" I took the money from him, excited for this evening. Then I looked at the clock and saw it was almost 8. Shit! I'm gonna miss the train! Stuffing a waffle in my mouth, I grabbed my bento and ran out the door after saying a muffled goodbye to my amused family.

I ran to the train station and found my group of girl friends waiting for me. I heard them all sigh in relief as I tried to catch my breath. "I'm-..h-here!"

"Oh my God, (nickname)!" Hana complained, dramatically. "You seriously have got to take better control of your life. You're lucky the train got delayed shortly." And on cue, the train arrived.

"I know, I know," I waved it off as we got on. "I just had a crazy dream last night. So intense, I woke up in my own sweat and I had to take another shower." I usually took showers at night. The girls "oh"-ed and asked what it was about but I shook my head. "I wished I could tell you everything but, all I can remember was that there was a woman with fiery hair."

I knew that wasn't much to go off of, but what can I do? Dreams just be like that sometimes.

~After School~

"Don't you! Forget about me~!"

"Don't, don't, don't, don't!"
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"OOOOH! I wanna dance with somebody!

"I wanna feel the HEAT with somebody!"

"Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody!"

"WITH SOMEBODY WHO LOVES ME!"
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"Uptown girl! She's my uptown GIIIRRLL~!"
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"You have to show them that you're really not scared! You're playing with your life, this ain't no truth or dare!"

"They'll kick you, then they'll beat you, then they'll tell you it's fair! So-"

"Beat it! But you wanna be BAD-"

Yup. The girls and I immediately scrambled to the karaoke place after school and I don't think our voices will recover by tomorrow. Soon enough though, it was time to head out for dinner. We grabbed our things and left for the restaurant. And I was very surprised by what I saw. I wasn't expecting this place to be more popular with kids of our age. I couldn't tell if there even were adults here. Oh, hey. There are a few. We were seated at a booth in the back. It had lovely dim lights, but was bright enough to not strain our eyes. Our waiter handed us the menus as another waiter came up and served us short glasses of water. Ooohh, thank God. My throat was killing me. I thought to myself and I was sure everyone else did too. The two waiters then left us to choose our orders and we began scanning the menu.

"Ooohh, that looks good!"

"The drinks are so pretty too!"

"What do you think about this?"

"But, there's garlic in it. Aren't you allergic to that stuff?"

"Ah, damn, you're right.."

We eventually ordered our meals after a long course of indecisive discussions, and we had no regrets. The food and drinks were great! The girls and I had an amazing time too. Sadly though, it was getting late, almost 20 (8) pm. Wow, we've been here three hours? Can't say that's too bad. The place is packed with people, I kinda feel guilty. Either way, I have to be home by now.

"Hey, ladies. Are you all done?"

"Yeah/mhm/I'm full." They said over one another.

"Then, let's split the bill and head out, before our parents kill us, bleh.." I joked, pretending to have a rope choking my neck.

We laughed and kindly asked our waiter for the check. And woo! I was right about it being high priced. After we paid for the meal and tipped heavily for the amazing service, we made our way to the train station. The night was fresh but not too cold. And the streets were dark but not as scary, since we had the starts and street light guiding our path. And besides, if anything were to happen to me and my girls, I'd beat the shit out of anyone who would dare to--

"Aaahh!" An ear-piercing scream came from our group, and those of us who didn't do it snapped our heads towards Mika. She was that gripping her skirt from behind and frighteningly staring at the perverted culprit.

"Hey!" I marched in between them, defensively guarding my friend. "What's your damage?! What gave you the right to go around getting touchy with my friend?!...are you okay?" I turned to Mika and she gave a small nod. Good, she isn't hurt physically, but I can't say the same for her emotionally.

I looked back at the man. He looked to be somewhere around his early 50s. Fat, sad, reeked of smoke and alcohol- and other things. When was the last time this dude had a shower? The grimey old man chuffed as he took another swig from his beer bottle.

"I can do- huck! Aw, fuck..I can do whatever the hell I want!" He retorted angrily. "And it's your slutty friend's fault for going out like that! *Belch!* Maybe if she didn't wear so much makeup and lowered her skirt, then there wouldn't be a problem. BAHahahah! "

The girls and I were taken aback by his answer. The logic from this man wasn't making a lick of sense. Mika was the most natural beauty out of any of us, 99% of the time, her makeup is literally just lipgloss! And not to mention that everyone in the group has their skirts below knee length! This motherfucker is just a stinkin' perv! And his laugh...it was getting on my goddamn nerves. Why, I oughta strike him with a--

*Whoop- SNAP!*

A small wave of gasps came out of my friends and I as we saw the degenerate fall to the ground with a loud grunt. He sat up, holding his stinging cheek and gave me a death glare.

"You little, fucking bitch..." He growled. Lifting himself off the pavement, I saw him pull out a gun. The man staggered and fumbled a bit, probably from his drunken state and that out-of-nowhere assault, but he aimed his weapon at me. I was his target. "I don't know..what you did....but you're gonna pay for it, bitch!"

My friends and I were like deer in headlights. While preparing to shoot, the man chuckled evily, but before he pulled the trigger, something bizarre happened. I didn't know what it was. I was so angry at this fucker, but was also scared for my life and for my friends. I didn't want to die. But I just couldn't will myself to run. Just whack the gun out of his hands, dammit-! Then, I felt the warmth that was inside me leave my body, followed by a crack of a whip.

*Whoop-SNAP!!"

"AAAAAAHHHHHH!"

It felt like I was experiencing a moment of deja vu. This felt the dream I had last night.. There, in front of me, was, "th-the woman with fiery hair.." I uttered, breathlessly.

I fell back on the ground, now entranced by the moments before me. I watched as the Fire Lady used one of her twin whips to cut the old drunkard's wrists, making him drop the gun in the process. He stared at us with confusion and fear.

"Wha-..WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?! WHAT DID YOU D-D-DO!?"

Wait. Could he not see the whip wielding woman between our distance?

"Oh my God.." Tenshi whispered next to us, "he's so drunk, he's losing his mind."

"What???" I turned my head up to them, "b-but, there's-.. don't you see-?"

I couldn't get my question through as the man decided to pull out a backup knife and charged at us. We all screamed as I raised my hand, but no harm came to any of us. My eyes were shut out of pure instinct, so when I opened them, I saw the Fire Lady balancing on one leg and realized that she kicked the knife into the street.

Scared out of his wits, the man made an attempt to flee the scene, but I didn't think he should be let off so easily. The woman seemed to have read my mind. Using her whip, she pulled him back with full force. His face met with her free hand, that had turned into fist. T'was the first of many punches as the woman kept repeating "HIRU" after every hit. After the pervert had enough of Justice Cake, the Fire Lady gave him one last whip on his ass as he hastily crawled away.

My jaw was on the floor after seeing this badass woman beat the shit out of that perverted drunk. She finally turned around to face me and I was able to get a better look at her, thanks to her flaming hair. The woman was tall and had a femininely, strong build. Along with having a beautiful, dark red color as her skin, like magma setting in. She wore a black, laced-up halter dress, golden cuffs on the half of her forearm, and golden flats, which all had jasper color gems on them. And her limbs, face, and belly had yellow and dusty pink markings. But most captivating of all, this woman had three eyes. There were no signs of the sclera in any of them, but a dark void making up the whole eyeball.

"Wow.." I sighed, admirably, as she disappeared into thin air.

"(Name)? Are you okay??" Akahana shook me lightly, snapping me out of my thoughts.

Then, I felt Mika pressing her hand over my forehead. "She's burning! I'm gonna call for cab."

"What? But I'm fine." I protested, but was ignored.

"Don't worry we'll get you home safe... tonight was crazy. That guy was acting so creepy."

"Yeah," Agreed Ten-Ten, "it seemed like he was losing to a ghost fight. It gave me chills!"

Weird behavior? A ghost fight? Was I really the only one who could see that woman of fire? I kept my mouth shut for now. My friends would probably think this "fever" was messing with my head. After taking a cab to the train station, I called my brother to pick me up and drop each of my friends home. Yamato was annoyed about it, but once I explained everything that just happened- minus the phantom woman, he was more willing to help.

~Your Bedroom~

I paced around my room. I was in deep thought, worried if I've gone too crazy. I know I didn't lay a finger on that man. So, how did he get his shit rocked? If that woman was just the result of high adrenaline, just..how?? All the pondering was giving me a headache. I sat on my bed, my face buried in my hands. I wished that I could know for sure if everything was real. As the thought crossed my mind, I felt the same warmth from earlier. I lifted my gaze and there she was again. I gasped as her impassive gaze stuck onto me. I felt small droplets of sweat creating along my forehead. Was I nervous? When did it get so warm? I think she noticed as the temperature decreased pleasurably.

Sighing a heavy breath, I finally say something. "Hello?" There was no response. "Ehh, who are you? Wh-what are you?...Can you talk?"

"..."

"This is a lovely conversation, ha..ha.." I forced a laugh, but this was getting me no where. At least I know I'm not crazy, right?

Then, I had the idea to experiment with her with my family. Maybe, I could be fully sure that this woman wasn't imaginary. No, I shot that idea down. They knew I had a big imagination, but if I told them I was seeing a beautiful woman made of fire that carrying long whips and could beat the shit out of a perverted old man, they'd think I was on drugs or something. I'll keep this to myself for now. I've had enough excitement for today. The woman disappeared again as I got dressed for bed, but I knew that wouldn't be the last time I'd see her.