• [i] The world is filled with darkness and agony, and born from it was Mirokeichi. Born from darkness, his only wish is to rule the world and make it feel pain and agony, so that he could be more and more powerful. Knowing that, the Buddha, who believed in peace and tranquility, asked seven teenagers to save the world from Mirokeichi and they did just that, with elements of the world that the Buddha had given them, and won in a great battle. However, as long as there is pain and strife, Mirokeichi is alive. Right now in the twentieth century, Mirokeichi is reborn again, and with more power then ever and bent on vengeance on the Buddha and the world, but little did he know that the Buddha had reincarnated the seven great heroes that defeated him centuries ago and they were here to kill him… for good…
    “Mitsuki, wake up and eat your breakfast,” said Mr. Kintomoto “or else you’’ be late for school.
    “Yes father. I’m coming,” muttered Mitsuki with a tired face.
    Mitsuki was your average ordinary girl (or so she thought) and she had an “I don’t care” attitude, a heart made of ice, and was calm as water. She was in the 10th grade and went to Tomoeda High. Mitsuki’s hair was a nice light blue and her eyes were also a light blue. She was what people called her, a gorgeous ice princess. She hardly ever got mad, but if she did, you might want to watch out because she’s going to beat everyone up if they happened to try to talk to her. When Mitsuki was dressed in her uniform and everything, she silently walked down the steps and there stood her arch enemy, Keitarou Suzuki. Keitarou was a hot headed boy and so he didn’t really go well with Mitsuki, but their parents were good friends with each other so they had no choice but to be friends.
    He was a fine-looking boy, and girls just totally adored him. He had an ashy colored hair, and to match it, he had some blazing red eyes. He was a hot-headed boy, to be honest, and would get mad at people easily.
    “Well. Well, if it isn’t the girl who is an ice queen. Bet you can freeze that cup of water into ice with that heart of yours,” taunted Keitarou. He had a tendency to insult Mitsuki whenever she’s around because he can never get her to cheer up, and he is a cheerful person (maybe), so that mood of hers just got under his skin.
    “Well maybe I can do that and freeze that mouth of yours,” scoffed Mitsuki. For some peculiar reason, Keitarou was the only one who could actually get mad. There were a few times that someone made her get mad and you had better watch out, because she will go on a rampage. Oh! Did I mention to tell you that he was the one who made her go on a rampage 99% of the time??
    “Ha ha. Very funny. You just better wish that I don’t get my fan club to attack you. You know they can be pretty aggressive when it comes to protecting ME! They are girls however, so doing that is nothing out of the ordinary as you may know for you are a girl yourself. Wait. I take that back. You might be a boy.” scoffed Keitarou. He then sat on the couch and helped himself to some cookie s that Mitsuki’s father made for them. He crossed his legs and turned on the television.
    “You know well enough that I have a fan club too, and they’re both boys and girls and some of them do kendo and archery, so shut up!”
    She then turned towards the television and turned it off. “Well enough of this chit-chat. We are gonna be late for school and I am not going to listen to the teacher’s rambling as to why we are late.”
    She then headed out the door, grabbed hers and Keitarou’s lunches and shouted to her father that she and Keitarou were leaving. Keitarou quickly followed her and got on his bike. Mitsuki also hopped onto his bike and off they went.
    His job was to lend Mitsuki a lift on his bike and her job was to cook their lunches. It was like this ever since they 5th grade. That was when Mitsuki could actually cook a decent meal instead of only noodles, eggs, and a flavorless rice ball.
    When they got to the school, the ground started to shake like that of a stampede. Then, a huge mob of boys and girls started to appear from over the empty horizon. “Waa! Keichi!” screamed the girls. The boys did the same with Mitsuki. Keichi had a short temper so he got aggravated and started yelling at them to go away, while as Mitsuki just walked along without even saying a word.
    When they got to the classroom, the teacher wasn’t there yet and so they started to talk for a bit. The other students crowded around their desks and kept on pleading for Keichi and Mitsuki to go out with them. Some of the boys even got on their knees, clasped their hands together and started to plead. The girls, on the other hand just went up, one at a time, and asked if Keichi wanted to go out with them. Obviously, Keichi and Mitsuki said no to all of them.
    Apparently, the students misunderstood and said that they wish Keichi and Mitsuki good luck on their relationship. Apparently, they thought that those two were dating because Keichi took Mitsuki to and from school and Mitsuki made bentos for Keichi.
    “What is going on here!?!” yelled *Kuskabe-sensei, “I step into the classroom and the first I see is people crowding around Kintomoto and Suzuki’s desk!! You all are acting like children no older than the age of 7!!”
    Akane Kuskabe was a teacher at Tomoeda High and was just married. She was a fine lady, only 25, but she took her job seriously. Even though she sounded strict, she was fun to be around for she always made up some games that the kids would find enjoyable and it would help them learn the subject she was teaching, which was math.
    “Now. Calm yourselves down or else I’ll make you do yoga,” said Mrs. Kuskabe. She then walked over to Keichi and Mitsuki’s desk.
    “Now what did you have which made the other students come to your desks?” she asked. She looked directly into their eyes, which works on every student of hers, but these two are an exception. “Why is it that every time that I come into class, students are always crowded around your desks?” she questioned.
    “Now Sensei, it isn’t our fault at all for as to why our fellow classmates are always at our desks. We don’t have anything that would make them come over here. If you do not believe me, then check our bags, I’m sure that you will not find anything inappropriate in their,” responded Mitsuki with a cool voice.
    “I believe you Kintomoto, but I haven’t heard anything from Suzuki here. I don’t like it when students stay silent when they are accused of something. It makes me feel as if I’m a failure as a teacher,” replied Kuskabe-sensei.
    “Well, if you wanted me to say something Sensei, you could’ve just told me directly. If you want my opinion, you shouldn’t be so trivial as to the mornings being hectic. You should know it yourself, we adolescents have to be a bit free in the mornings. You should know what it felt like, right? You were in 10th grade before,” said Keichi. The other students all nodded their heads in agreement to what he just said. “See, even the other students thought so!” exclaimed Keichi.
    “ Thank you for your opinion Suzuki, I will keep in mind from now on. You are right as to wanting to have freedom in the mornings.