Mikazuki POV:

The night rolls around as I fall against a tall tree. It scrapes my back, a trickle of blood splashing against the rough bark, soaking through my shirt.

The boys stand above me, fists ready to dent my cheekbones. Suddenly, a flash comes and one boy falls. Yuki kicks at the boy as he hits he ground. The others stare. I take the opportunity to knock two over, one with my hand and the other with my leg.

The last two boys stare. Koneko pounces one from behind, knocking him over. The four groan. The last boy trembles and slowly takes my place against the tree.

"What did you call her?" Koneko asks violently.

He shakes his head in fear.

"ANSWER HER!" Yuki yells at him.

"Fl-fla-flat ch-chested," he stutters, fear flooding his once-tough eyes. I realize that he deserves a second chance.

"Stop!" I scream, standing in front of the boy. He scrambles off, never looking back. "He's right, I am flat chested."

They gawk at me. I've stood up for too many boys that were rude. Perhaps that is my weakness.

Michael POV:

I run, not looking back to the tree with a drop of blood on it. I was trying to get into a gang, but those boys wanted me to pick on a girl. The memory consumes me as I run.

I had nervously tugged at my arm. "I can't pick on a girl," I said sheepishly.

The boys laughed. "Weak!" One had yelled at me, another swore. The leader stepped in front of me, like that girl had.

"Well then we'll help him! We'll pick a girl, and choose her weakness."

"Her weakest point..." I murmured to myself. It sounded familiar.

Then she walked around the corner. She look roughly twelve, but had no boobs.

"Her," the leader of the gang pointed to the girl who had blond/brown hair that was short like a boy's, a white and tight shirt, and blue shorts.

"Her weakest point?" I asked timidly.

"She's flat chested!" The leader said, shoving me into her. I tackled her as the force of the push threw my off guard. I had stood up, as had she. I put on my angriest face. "Flat chested," I said to her, pushing her against the tree as the gang crowded around. There was a whimper from her and a flash.

Leon POV:

I see a girl, standing guard in front of a tree. She is yelling at two other girls, so I walk up.

"Hello," I say. The nearest girl glares at me and walks to the tree-hugger. The other one melts. "I'm Leon."

"I'm Koneko!" Says the love struck one.

"Hmph!" Says the one that walked off.

"I'm Mika, and this is Yuki," says the tree hugger, gesturing at the snarling one. She has curly dark-brown hair and light coffee skin. She wears glasses and a maroon hoodie with blue jeans.

The gushing one meows. Her long, strait, light-brown hair had been made up to look like kitty ears were atop her head. She wears blue glasses and a light-pink shirt, with skinny jeans. She's pale and covered with freckles.

They look 12, about a year younger than me.

Koneko runs up to me and says hi, followed by a purr. Yuki pulls her back.

Mika walks up to me. "Sorry about her, she's Yandere."

"I can tell."

"So, why are you out past the curfew?"

"Strolling. You?"

She sighs. "I was grabbing some fruit but I was assaulted by five boys. Those two," she gestures to behind the tree, "saved me."

I notice the broken basket lying by my feet.

"I should get these two home. We have a recreation day tomorrow!" She says.

"Lucky. Bye!"

She runs off.