A dance with death

Done! Miku Hatsune closed her yellow locker with a small sigh; glad she had managed to sneak back in the school.

Usually, she wouldn't care much about homework, but Kaito-sensei was very strict about homework, almost to to the point of obsession. The entire school was confident that he thought about how to punish those without homework almost as much as he obsessed over his beloved ice cream.

The teal haired high-schooler locked her locker and walked toward the doors at a leisurely pace, sure that she wouldn't be caught. After all, it was Friday night; even someone like Kaito-sensei wouldn't stay at the school on a Friday.

When Miku got outside, she noticed that it was raining. The all-ready dark sky was so cloudy, you couldn't see the moon, or its pale shine, and the only thing that lit the path was the dusky yellow glow of late-night streetlights.

Clear, grey rain fell in sheets and all that she could see was soaked through. The girl shivered, wondering if it was really worth it. Her home was an hour and a half away, and Kaito-sensei would probably let her get away with a detention slip, as everybody knew his strange crush on her.

Miku shivered again and began to walk, despite her lack of umbrella or raincoat. She turned back to the school once more, and was shocked to see a boy standing on the edge of the roof.

His hair was distinctively purple and she could see his white coat and purple scarf flapping in the wind. Although the distance between the side walk a few feet from the school and the roof of the four-story high school was great, she could see his deep purple eyes, piercing into her, as if he was looking into her very soul.

With a sudden grin, barely a twisting of his blood-red lips, he took a step toward the edge...

"STOP!" Miku shrieked out before she could stop herself. But the boy had already fell.

She ran over to where the boy had fallen… and found nothing. Not even a trace of blood or footprint to show that he'd jumped.

Frowning, Miku looked up at the roof, but no one was there, either. The sixteen-year-old shivered and hurried away, trying not to think about the mysterious boy with his deep azure eyes and undeniably beautiful smile.



"Aniki! I'm home!" Miku set down the ouija board she had bought at a store on her way home so she could take off her muddy boots and shake the water out of her waist length teal hair. She headed up the stairs, trying not to drip water on the brown carpet.

"Mii-chan? Why are you so late? What were you doing?" Miku's teal-headed brother stood in front of the door to her room with his arms crossed. Miku grimace and hid the Ouija board behind her back. "N-nothing, Aniki!" She edged toward the door to her room, trying to avoid her brother's suspicious glares.

"Is it a boy?" Miku gaped at her brother, surprised. Her had never shown any interest in her privet life, something she was grateful for, as she had heard horrifying stories from her friend about nosy over-protective brothers.

Of course, it wasn't like Mikuo didn't care what she did, he was like a parent to her, as both of their real parents had died; it was just the fact that he trusted her to make the "right choices" as he put it. "O-of course not! Ha ha ha!"

He eyed her suspiciously, but let her pass, much to the tealettes relief. Once she was in her room, she set down the board on her teal desk, locked her green door to make sure her brother didn't come in, and feeling a little stupid, sat down on the chair in front pf the desk clutching her leek-shaped pillow and racked her brain for a question to ask.

Are you there? Miku slowly put her pillow on her large teal bed, put her hand on the board and let her hand move. Slowly, as if pulled by a gentle force, the board moved to the 'yes' sign.

The girl bit her lip and thought of another question. Why did you jump? Why could I see you? Are you a ghost? How did you die? Who are you? Her mind overflowed with questions, but she decided on

"Who are you?" It was a safe, neutral question that showed she didn't assume the wrong thing. She slowly reached out and touched the board…and gasped as she felt her hand, no her wrist, being dragged by some force.

N and then O and then T then T again, and E after that was L another L, and I, an N, and then a G. "Not telling." Miku felt her face start to burn, when she felt a touch on her arm.

She looked down to see a ghostly arm on hers, which was attached to a slightly transparent, but getting more solid, shoulder, and then a head with the face of the boy she saw last night. He was hugging her from behind, his now solid head bent down to nuzzle her neck with his face, his violet hair tickling her, one hand loosely curled around her waist and the other overlapping her own arm with his hand holding her wrist.

She was so stunned, she didn't realize the position, no the situation she was in when suddenly, it hit her. She, Miku Hatsune, was alone in a room with a boy, even if he was a ghost boy, who appeared out of no where and was hugging her from behind and nuzzling her neck with his arm around her waist. So, as a sixteen-year-old girl, she did what any teen girl would have done. She screamed.