A famous woman once said, that every female is born for something great. Something that will change your life and make it even better.

But there you stood, your extremely exposed uniform swinging from the light breeze of the wind.

Your parents had sent you to Shizume city in order to have a good job and education.

But you hated it.

Practically you hated every single day, place and person here.

And you couldn't believe your parents. How could they sign you in a school where you looked like a clown with this uniform!?

"I hate it." You mumbled, walking down the street.

Every eye was following you, every whistle was directed to you.

If this continued, you were surely going to throw your bag at the person who did this.

A hand slapped you by the back side, making a few men in the other corner snicker.

You turned around and crashed your bag into the person's head, making him lose balance and fall on the ground.

He groaned from the pain, standing up, his eyes glaring at you.

You smirked at him, not afraid from a man, but when the snickering gang started walking towards you, your smile started melting from your now pale face.
You looked around, your eyes open wide in horror.

Everyone were walking around like there was nothing happening.

You wanted to scream, you wanted to run away, but your lungs were burning and your legs were melting.

You closed your eyes, now unable to see the misery that was going to crash in your life, when suddenly you were not so gently pushed away.

Your head crashed into the ground, making your vision blurry. You could only manage to see that a boy now stood in front of you, blue aura covering his body.

"Am I in a fairy tale or something?" You mumbled, losing consciousness.

~~~~~

Later the same day, you woke up, feeling uncomfortable as you felt that you were in a place, unfamiliar to you.

You observed the room, finding it rather cold than warm in terms of color.

Everything was painted in blue. In different shades of blue. (A/N: Fifty shades of Blue, eh eh? xP)

The desk, with almost nothing, but a few documents placed on it, was painted in white, which now was darker, because of the shadows of the foggy blue curtain.

You rolled around the one person bed, feeling uncomfortable by two reasons.

First: you preferred much bigger beds for every thing you liked to do. Last time your (favorite item) was on your bed, surrounded by a bunch of stuffed animals.

Second: you were in someone else's fucking bed!

Who knows what may have happened?!

Your thoughts were fastly disturbed by a rather annoyed cough, making you instantly roll around, facing a face unknown for you.

"I see that you are finally awake. Tsch... Finally." You heard him mumble the last words under his nose, making a nerve jump in frustration.

"Excuse me?!"

"No, you excuse me. I see that you are finally awake, so might as well you leave my room." He said in a cold tone.

  'No wonder this room looks so cold and lonely. It represents this guy quite well.' You thought looking him from head to toe.

But there was surely something in him that intrigued you.

The way he stood in front of you... He sure did like to work alone, rather with someone.

His hair, it reminded you of the night.

'Did he like to stay up at night? Wait, what am I thinking?!'

He raised an eyebrow at you, waiting for you to finally leave the room.

You hopped off the bed, walking past him, your hand brushing against his.

You thought you felt something like flames forming around his hand, making your eyes wide.

"What is this place?" You mumbled to yourself, watching  the paintings and decorations in the corridors of this huge building.

Judging by its size, it surely was a building used for both living and working.

"May I know who you are?"

~~~~~

You were brought in a room, where only a few men, dressed with the same uniforms as the cold hearted guy. But they looked more... Formal...

That boy, he wore his uniform better... And then you mentally facepalmed because of the thought.

  "We want to question you why those boys were aggressive towards you." A man sitting in a chair like a president smiled. He fixed his glasses and was followed by the cold heart.

 'Huh? Are they related somehow or?' You thought, your index finger under your chin. 

 "Hey! Stop dreaming and focus on the subject we are talking about. Tsch... Kids..." The last words were murmured under his nose, making you angry. 

  "I am not dreaming..." You looked around yourself, seeing them. The dressed in blue uniforms... 

 Why were you even here?! Heck, you had this problem since the start. It's not like it will magically stop. 

 "I refuse to talk. And I would like to be shown the exit. I am leaving. Now!"

 - To be continued -