Flaming Hearts ~Dying Spark ~Book1 {REWRITE}

~28~

If she managed to catch something from their identity, it was the white locks that poked out from the hood.

"Who are you?"

The stranger said nothing. He crouched down to her level, and offered their left hand. Miyuki raised a brow. They gave a tiny head nod to encourage her, and pushed their hand a tad closer.

Not seeing any other way, she reached for it-.

The thunder boomed, blinding Miyuki for a second. But the moment she opened her eyes, all she saw was darkness. Her eyes narrowed as she glanced back and forth, trying to make sense of all.

Then she felt her skin burning on her left arm...

"What the...?" She looked at her now glowing veins before she lifted her head....

Only to meet with a pair of blue eyes shimmering in the dark.

*~~*~~*

Miyuki shot up, gasping. The sweat rained off of her from the abrupt motion as her hand clutched onto her chest. She looked left to right in the frantic, only to ease up when she realized she was still within the temple of Master Yara and Genkai.

With a deep breath in her hand squeezed the fabric around her chest area.

Just... What was that?

~RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINGGGGGG~

Miyuki jumped, then slapped the button on her alarm with all her might.

She rubbed her face with a groan, but then she saw the date on her calendar.

Our assignments! That instantly made her throw off the covers and sprint toward the closet.

*~~*~~*

~Whoosh~

The door closed, and Miyuki's legs carried her down the small set of stairs, and to the garden-like pathway which usually leads to the kitchen and diner. The sun was setting, but it was still bright enough for her to go.

Hope I'll reach the bus in time. Miyuki fixed the sling of her school bag and her face mask. Let's hope Carrot Top is not-.

Miyuki's steps halted when she heard...

Tchaikovsky? She turned her head to the temple where they fought in the Genkai Tournament weeks ago. Who would play ballet music at a time like this?