Hello thur... I write stories on a whim. I may not finish this very quickly... =.=" Regardless, I hope you enjoy it~!

((fix)) Disclaimer- I do NOT own Psycho Busters... D':

Chapter 1

After all the remembering, mostly due to Ayano's persistence and love for Kakeru, the group of friends was together again. Tomoe was alive, though in a wheelchair. Life as they knew it was perfect.

This was, of course, different for those outside their great wall of friendship. Kimiko was all alone, but maybe it didn't bother her anymore. She had been alone for all her life. She simply had acquaintances. She had an older brother and a younger sister. She also had a father, but that was all. Her family wasn't considered mere acquaintances in the same sense. They were her friends... her only friends. More than anything, Kimiko loved to pretend, to create worlds where she had friends.

Her nose was constantly in a book, when she wasn't studying. She read hundreds of books. She was even called names like "book worm" and "four eyes". She never could find it in herself though, to not care.

She cried herself to sleep, once again all alone in her inner sanctum, better known as her room. She was a lonely girl, who wanted friends, but couldn't find the voice to talk to anyone. Kimiko found herself wondering if true friendship even existed. When she saw Kakeru's troop of friends for the first time, she finally believed that there was, and they were the definition of it. It amazed her to her very core, but then her heart shattered as she realized that such a beautiful thing was untouched by her. She returned home only to cry some more. Such was the life of Kimiko, a desperately lonely girl.

She went to school everyday, looking simply the same. She appeared tired. No one worried for her; they didn't know her so there was no reason to even consider such an idea. She always carried a new book in her left hand. Some people thought she was left handed because of that, but she was right handed.

She often sang songs that pertained to happier people. Doing such made her feel happier, lighter. There were times that she read so late into the night that she wouldn't have to cry herself to sleep. This didn't happen every time though.

Kimiko also switched homes every couple of days. She spent Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays at her grandmother's house that was in the rural areas outside of the city. Sometimes she spent weekends there too. She and her little sister were the ones who went to Grandma Ishi's house. She spent the other days at her father's house. Kimiko liked staying at her father's more. She found him to be nicer and the air was breathable at his house. Her brother was also at her dad's house everyday. Kimiko loved her father a lot.

She was rather scared of her grandmother. Grandma Ishi was the image of strength and strictness. Ishi whipped Kimiko for every mistake she made while treating Marika, Kimiko's younger sister, like a princess.

Kimiko knew fear like most children didn't. She would sit in her room late at night, spinning stories or reading a new novel. She knew not how to act around others. The only information she had on interaction was from books, some old and yellowed. She was very gentle natured and painfully shy. If someone were to say "hi" to her, she would freeze then stutter a reply.

Kimiko was often alone. She walked home from school with Marika. Marika was a very bossy person. She ordered Kimiko around and threw fits when she didn't get her way. Marika was quite the pain, but sadly, Kimiko didn't know the difference. She happily did as Marika bid. She would cook for her brother, Kyo, when he asked. She was practically the servant of the much more sociable siblings. She didn't realize this ever. She felt important when she was off doing these "favors" for them. She smiled and gleamed unlike ever before. She thought this was friendship.

Kimiko was a fairly sad girl overall. No amount of attention from her family could close the swirling abyss that was left by the absence of true friendship. She often cried until she finally decided that crying was weak. Kimiko then placed a brave face on and refused to cry, even when she placed the third pair of scars on her knees. Only tears fell from his emerald and brown hazel eyes. She simply stood up on the ground again and hobbled on the rest of the way home. Spots of blood showing up on her tan pants.

She entered the eighth grade as lonely as ever. Kimiko knew not what friendship was still. She still held a paperback in her left hand everywhere she went. She hummed tunes of classic rock songs when she believed nobody was listening. Kakeru's group still seemed a thousand miles away, somewhere she could never reach. There were many times she wondered why she even wished for such a thing to become a part of her heart and world.

About halfway through that year, Kimiko made her first friend. Her name was Etsuko. Etsuko wasn't exactly the best friend for someone to start off with. She wasn't a good kid and often was in trouble, but she was delightful and was kind to Kimiko. She taught Kimiko the art of sneaking and stealing with ease. This was something Kimiko would normally avoid, but she was so caught up in her joy of gaining her first friend that she over looked this crucial fact. The fact that Kimiko had chosen badly in making a friend. She didn't know better or even realized the difference. For all she knew, Kakeru and company were jerks as well. The one thing about Etsuko that was abnormal for a delinquent child was that she was nice. She acted crazy and loved to laugh. She was the opposite skin color of the pale Kimiko, yet they were great friends.

Whomever Etsuko was close friends with, soon became one of Kimiko's friends as well. She had one more friend now, and her new friend's name was Katsue. Katsue was just as bad as Etsuko, but she never was caught by a teacher. She, like Etsuko, was the opposite color skin of Kimiko. Katsue taught Kimiko even more about sneaking, but also when to become anger. She also showed Kimiko how to evaluate the value of someone else's words.

Though Kimiko had begun to realize that these two were not the best friends to have, they were the first real friends she'd ever had. She couldn't bring herself to cut ties with them.

That was until Etsuko was expelled and Katsue changed schools to remain with her best friend. Once again, Kimiko was alone, friendless.

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