PROLOUGE

Around the time when Atsuki Murakami would have turned ten she died in the hands of her fifteen year old brother. No witnesses were present at the time and poor Mashiro being the only one with the victim at the time was placed as the prime suspect. Without any other witnesses he was tried and sent to juvenile jail until he turned sixteen and could be persecuted as an adult. No one new the truth about his sister's death, that is no one who remebers how to believe. That is mostly because adults do not believe in fairy-tales. Atsuki was murdered and he wouldn't rest until he found her murderer. There may have been no one who believed in him but he would find her murderer all by himself. Even though his parents disowned him after year after he went to jail he would make it on his own. With no one to pay bail he stayed in jail, though the jury proved his innocence he lost a year of his life. Now sixteen he is a junior in high-school.


SUNAO MIYAGI'S GRAND ENTRANCE

The sun's rays danced across young boy's bed as he slept restlessly underneath its warmth. Creeping out from underneath the covers his face and the streaming light both met. As the heat from the sun passed over him, Mashiro cringed at the sudden glare upon him. Shifting slowly to get out of bed three things happened in quick succession. 1) Mashiro tripped on the blanket, what fell to the floor 2) falling head first, causing a bump to form on his head. 3) The landlord entered to him in a ridiculous state on the floor. "What are you doing Mashiro-kun?"

"I told you it wasn't Mashiro, its Miyagi. Miyagi, Sunao!" The boy argued back 'til he could no more. The landlord chuckled as he watched a teenager rampaging like a child. The landlord had come to his room, as he always does in the morning, to bring him breakfast. Sunao walked across the room to the nearby sink. Turning on the tap water he cupped his hands below the faucet. As the water slowly trickled from his palms he brought it upward to cleanse his face. The splash caused by the sudden motion temporarily blurred his vision. His hands caressed the nearby items blindly blindly for the towel he kept hung on the side of the sink. Feeling the bumpy surface of the woven towel he brought cloth upward to dry his face. The landlord watched him intently as if in pure ecstasy by his nonchalant movements.

Feeling his gaze upon him Sunao turned around. “What are you doing,” he asked as if the answer wasn’t clear enough. When a response wasn’t received Sunao slowly edged closer to the landlord. “Landlord-san are you ready