Yoake no Kane ~ Daybreak's Bell

[U n k n o w n ;]

OOC: Takara-Dakara-dake

One morning, a boy would wake up. One particular morning, one minuet, three-seconds and fourty-nine miliseconds away from being afternoon, a red-haired boy awakes from his night slumber. His alarm clock was ringing ever so loudly, on the table which the table-lamp is on. It's been exactly, precisely thirty two minuets, fifty nine seconds and fourty one miliseconds.

He went out of his way, last night, to put on this alarm and it's not even working to wake the narcolleptic boy up. The real question is, how could he stand this annoying ring for that long time?

That's simple!

The red-head is narcolleptic. Meaning he could fall asleep at anytime anywhere. Which is, pretty bad, you can say. But it also lets him catch up with his daily needs of sleep. Although sometimes it can be too-over.

No wonder the panda-eyed-old-man had to carry a blanket all around when he's walking with the little brat he had picked up from the streets. Really, anyone would have to do it. He sleeps like a pig, eats moderately well, but is rather too skinny. How does he do this? Well, blame the illustrators.

Yawning like a bear waking up from their hibernation, he adjusted his hand. His right hand to be exact, and stretched his torso, lowering his right hand to go down, and hit the alarm clock's switch off. Finally getting up from his bed, which he had messed up during his sleep. Considering that he kicked one of his pillows off the bed, his sheets are half-pulled off, and his blanket is set horizontally instead of vertically. How can he cope with this everyday?!

Opening the windows, he let out another yawn and grabbed his headband from his desk, putting it around his neck as his red hair was let down, he brushed his teeth, did his bussiness, showered and dried himself up before he got changed into fresh clothing, thoroughly washed, dried and ironed.

It was a pair of dark blue jeans, looking rather old, but clean. His torso was covered by a black three-quarter sleeved shirt. The collar was colored white, ornamented with weird patterns overwritted in black to match the shirt's color. It was a light one, perfect for the crisp air, that tasted early winter. For a while he had only stared up the sky leaning on the balcony of his room. His eye still covered by the black eyepatch, and will be covered forever anyway.

Then deciding to walk around the academy, enjoying the weekends while it lasted. He walked to an empty hill, with few plantations and unurbanized. There was only the grass, one bush and two trees. Just when he was about to sit down and enjoy the breeze whilst he daydream, a yawn was set off again. The red-head plopped down on the grass with his eyes closed. He fainted? Not exactly.

[Mi'ki-chan]

With a light, cream-coloured jacket over a pinkish dress that was a similar hue to that of her hair, An eleven year old girl by the name of Mitsuki walked in a slightly more isolated area, free of buildings and as about as natural as a part in the academy could get.

A day like this was one with blue skies with white, fluffy-looking clouds. Slight breezes - not too cold, yet not too hot - passed by at every odd moment. She stood there, staring at the sky, a small smile as she watched some birds fly overhead, heading for the north woods where their nests, no doubt, were located.

She was the image of child-like elegance, treading along the green grass, with her dress blowing back in the little gusts of wind. Her wings would have made her look like an angel sent from heaven, but her wings were not present. Her alice wasn't active.

Even so, day like this was a day that she would treasure. As Mitsuki neared a hill, she noticed something red at the top. It seemed to be a boy, not much older than her, by looks, and was currently...unconscious?

The small girl rushed up the hill, kneeling at the boy's left, her small hands gripping the boy's upper arm firmly. Not tightly, mind you. The last thing she wanted to do was injure him. Lightly, she shook his arm, waiting for the slightest sign of him being alive. Her expression was now worried, and she was in a panic.

"Dead...?"

[U n k n o w n ;]

"Yeah, whatever, panda-faced man."

Sleeptalking as he flipped his body over to the other side. He was sure to roll off the hill at any time soon. Why? Because that's what he does. His eyepatch was a fit though, it wouldn't show his unregenerated right eye or anything. Which was a good thing.

"As if I'm going to follow your orders-- just hurry up and die."

The red-head said as he threw his arm, which he girl was holding, over, now sleeping wide spread as he moved positions once again. He was at the peak now. About to roll off.

"I'm your success--"

And there he is, rolling off like a log down the hill, he found himself awake again. With a confused look, he sat up from the grass and dead, falled leaves, as he shook the leaves and sand off himself.

"HUH?!"

[Mi'ki-chan]

"

The pink-haired little girl watched in shock and slight horror as the boy started rolling down the hill, into the dried grass and dead leaves at the bottom. So much for dead.

She slowly stood up, dusting the skirt of her dress, quickly before slowly making her way down the hill towards the tomato-haired kid, so as not to slip and fall down as well. She was quick to run to his side, and knelt next to him, a little worried look again.

"Hurt?"

Mitsuki asked softly, tugging on his shirt to gain his attention. She didn't know who this guy was, though she felt as if she'd maybe met him a long, long time ago. He could be, for all she knew, some stranger that lured kids into their traps. If he was, he was a damn good actor, pretending to die and all.

[U n k n o w n ;]

"Hurt?"

Said a soft voice. Not.. mellow but not rough either. It was okay, somewhat soft compared to his irritating voice, but he turned around to see where it had came from. Himself was sitting in a seiza form of posture as he manouvered his torso to focus on the little girl who had said her words.

The falled leaves acted as a bed, which prevented him from getting a single scratch on his still-child skin. He smiled as he reverted his attention to the girl, trying to be friendly, or rather, he is friendly from the start anyway.

"A bit." He said. "I mean, no, really. No scratch, see?"

Lifting his three-quarter sleeved arms out for the girl to see. There was indeed no scratches. Considering that it was quite a low hill and the bottom of it was embedded loosely with dried leaves and grass.

[Mi'ki-chan]

She smiled sweetly. Good, he wasn't hurt after all. It wouldn't be great if he was hurt. He'd be in pain, then she might've had to run for help, and by the time she got back, he may have been dead. Or something.

Mitsuki sat in a similar position as the boy, with her hands neatly folded on her lap. She swiftly scanned him, double checking for and injuries, just so she could be absolutely sure. However, the boy was right. No part of him seemed to be damaged. Or at least fatal.

Now that she was sure he wasn't going to die, she was a little curious. Why did he choose to come out here, of all places? Was it a walk, or did he come for a purpose? Mi'ki looked down at her lap, her hands still as she thought about it. There was nothing here to actually do, was there? But first thing was first. Introductions.

"M-My name is Mitsuki."

She looked up at him, meeting his gaze nervously.

"What's your name?"

[U n k n o w n ;]

Sitting once more on the soft grass which did not even lay a single scratch on his fair skin. He sat cross legged this time, not in any weird poses as such when he fell, or more like, rolled down the hill due to sleep talking and other disorders. And of course, the biggest out of all that sleeping disorder for him is narcollepsy. Anyone would know why.

The girl he had just met [?] stated her name. He nodded to keep it in his memory. Which is pretty good, if it's something usefull. But telling him her name is also a dangerous point, as this red-head is an immature little brat who loves nicknames.

"Ah! Oh! Err.."

He exclaimed as he tries to answer the question the younger [?] girl had asked him. It was a challange, considering that he doesn't even have a name to begin with. He was merely called by something, but it's not exactly his name either. Since it wasn't written in his birth certificate. Heck, does he even have one?

"You can call me by 'Lavi'"