<div class="floatleft">(http://41.media.tumblr.com/7c0a21eae9569a7ee454af6023577c6a/tumblr_n0q0fmdl291sajdvwo4_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Narita Yuki<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Homeroom<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Already the day was promising to be a long, obnoxious one. Yuki sighed after sealing the lid of her bento box shut and sliding it into her schoolbag. Her assigned desk was located in the middle of the classroom, surrounded by peers during lectures, yet once lunch rolled around, it seemed as if they couldn't get away from her fast enough. They were all in such a rush to scurry against the corners or clump together in their little cliques. Yuki had grown tired of the sight day after day, annoyed by the constant whispers and glares in her direction, bored by the rumors she had heard circulating about her. She usually ate alone, despite all that, but today was different. Today, Yuki was more interested in using her lunch time to her advantage.<br/><br/>She brought her bento box outside and onto the sports field, sitting atop the bleachers and eating in the shade provided by a tall tree looming overhead. Yuki's long mane flowed at the ends in the breeze, maintained in a high ponytail, as per usual, with the same fluffy red scrunchie as always. Scarfing down her lunch quickly, Yuki shoved the box back into her schoolbag, which was propped on the bleachers beside her, before standing and stretching. With her arms overhead and her legs lengthened, her back arched and cracked in a few places. After that, she hopped down from the bleachers and continued stretching, bending over and reaching for her toes, flexing her calves, hamstrings, and thighs. Once she felt completely loosened up, Yuki's head tilted to the left, then the right, a few more pops audibly sounding out.<br/><br/>Picking up the soccer ball that she borrowed from the gym equipment closet, Yuki headed for the field, kicking it high in the air before running through the grass to reach it again. She practiced her technique with the ball, working on kicking aim, switching set-up's, fake-out's, passes, reverses, and long kicks. By the time lunch was about to wrap up, she had worked up quite a sweat, still needing to return the soccer ball where she got it from and make a brief stop at the bathroom to freshen up. Running all the way back, replacing the soccer ball in the equipment closet and shutting the door, she glanced at the clock, realizing she had just enough time to make it to the bathroom, if she hurried. Yuki scampered through the halls and up the stairs, stopping when she reached the top floor, clamoring to the wall and catching her breath as she bent over, panting. Her legs were practically vibrating, lungs a bit raw, as she worked on regaining her normal breathing rate. Finally, the intense feelings subsided, allowing Yuki the chance to head to the bathroom.<br/><br/>When she walked inside the girl's restroom, she immediately noticed the idle banter of several girls, all crowded around the mirror, fixing their makeup and restyling their hair. They noticed her next moment, every single one of them going wide-eyed and white-faced, as they rushed to collect their things, then crept passed her, and out the door. Yuki sighed loudly, rubbing her forehead with her freehand, as the other held her schoolbag by the straps, over her shoulder. That threat of a headache had just become one, with that last charade. She had gotten used to it by now; other girls assuming she would pick a fight with them or bully them for no other reason than the sheer enjoyment of it. Hence, not a soul wanted to be left alone with Yuki, especially not somewhere as private as the bathroom, where a chance of someone intervening and offering assistance, was so diminished. Approaching the sink, she set her schoolbag down for a moment and collected a handkerchief, which she ran under the stream of warm water, before wringing it out.<br/><br/>Yuki pressed the soft, damp cloth, against her forehead, along the sides of her neck and around the back of it, against her collar, beneath her uniform and against her underarms. She pulled the cloth out and brought it beneath the hem of her top, arching her spine slightly, before swiping it against her lower back. She continued freshening up in this manner, until she no longer felt sweaty or sticky anywhere, discarding the handkerchief into her schoolbag again and switching it out for a stick of deodorant, which she applied, liberally, beneath her underarms. She looked at herself in the mirror as her hand remained buried within the top of her uniform, arm over breast, hand flicking the stick back and forth. Her reflection attempted to smile at her, but it looked strained and forced... perhaps even scarier than her normal, slightly frowning, somewhat apathetic face. It wasn't long before her expression reverted to its standard, shaking her head at the mirror, as if to ask why she had even bothered.<br/><br/><div align="center">~~~</div><br/>Then, a hushed whisper crept into her ear, barely audible, making her hold her breath in an attempt to concentrate on it. Was it a whisper at all? Maybe it was just the wind outside, forcing branches and leaves to rustle in a way that sounded like faint words. To be sure, Yuki remained there, frozen in place, paused, until she could be certain that it was nothing to be worried about. Before long, the sounds were gone, faded into nothingness. She gasped then, as the shock set in, though it wasn't painful, merely, awakening. Her lids closed shut, tightly, the darkness blanketing around her, surrounding her, until... desolation. Nothingness. The pain of nonexistence. It passed, but not soon enough. Only when it was gone, could she find the strength to open her eyes. Except, when she did, she was no looking back at the reflection of herself. She blinked a few times, shaking her head and taking a deep breath, trying to recollect her thoughts and remember the last thing she had done, before 'blacking out.'