I awoke to the blaring sound of my alarm, jolting me from my serene slumber. With a groan, I fumbled in the darkness to silence it. Sitting up, I rubbed my weary eyes and noticed my 16-year-old sister, Tsumi Uragiri, standing by the door, already dressed and ready for the day. Her devilish grin told me she was up to something.

"Morning, sleepyhead," she teased, her voice polluted with playful energy. "Looks like you overslept again."

I blinked, accustomed to her playful exaggerations. Tsumi had a talent for making fun of me, but it was all in good fun. "Are we really late?" I asked, suspicion apparent in my voice.

Tsumi's grin widened, and she shook her head. "Nah, we've got plenty of time. I just wanted to witness that panic on your face. It's absolutely priceless."

I sighed, well aware of Tsumi's penchant for teasing me relentlessly. It was her unique way of expressing affection, even if it occasionally tested my patience. "You're impossible," I murmured, swinging my legs off the bed and making my way to the bathroom to freshen up.

Within minutes, I emerged, dressed and prepared for the day. Tsumi, always organized, had already set out breakfast. As we sat down to eat, I couldn't help but ask, "Why do you always play these pranks on me?"

She giggled while twirling a strand of her wavy, orange hair around her finger, "Because it's fun, silly!"

I sighed once more, resigning myself to the fact that arguing with Tsumi about her pranks was an exercise in futility. Instead, I focused on the meal before me, appreciating the flavours of warm toast and perfectly scrambled eggs. Despite her mischievous nature, Tsumi possessed outstanding culinary skills, making mornings a tad more enjoyable.

As we finished our meal, Tsumi glanced at the clock on the wall. "We should head out now." she said, her tone shifting to a more business-like seriousness.

I nodded, understanding the importance of leaving on time. We gathered our bags, and with Tsumi leading the way, we stepped out of our small apartment and into the streets.

Seiko had an uncanny ability to navigate through crowds effortlessly, she is widely recognized around our local area and enjoys a significant level of popularity.

As we strolled toward our school, Tsumi animatedly conversed about her plans for the day, her excitement noticeable. Her energy was infectious, capable of brightening even the gloomiest of days. I listened attentively, occasionally offering a comment or two, but mostly content to let her shine.

Tsumi glanced at me, mischief sparkling in her eyes. "You know, if you were a bit more outgoing like me, you wouldn't have to suffer in silence all the time."

I rolled my eyes, fully aware that Tsumi's teasing was about to escalate. "I'll pass on being the center of attention, thank you very much. Some of us prefer a quieter life."

Tsumi pouted playfully, but her tone grew earnest as she said, "Don't hide away forever. There's a whole world out there waiting for you, even if it doesn't seem like it right now."

Her words reverberated within me, but I quickly dismissed them, "A whole world out there? As if." I thought to myself.

We arrived at the gates of our high school, and Tsumi turned to me with a luminous smile, "Ready for another day of adventures, dear brother?"

I couldn't help but smile in return, a warmth blooming in my chest. "Yeah, let's make today truly memorable."

We stepped onto the school grounds, ready to confront whatever challenges and surprises awaited us.

The first bell rang, signalling the beginning of the school day. Tsumi and I exchanged a quick goodbye, and she disappeared into her classroom. I continued walking down the hallway, my footsteps echoing in the empty corridor. The school seemed strangely quiet, devoid of the usual chatter and laughter of students.

As I made my way to my classroom, I noticed a commotion near the staff's office. A teacher was engaged in a conversation with someone I didn't recognize. Curiosity tugged at me, but I dismissed it, deciding to focus on my affairs.

I entered the classroom and settled into my usual spot towards the back. The room was arranged with great care, and each desk was neatly in its place. The sun shone in through the windows, casting a warm light over the wooden floor. However, the walls were quite plain and lacked any personality.

Taking a quick look around, I noticed my classmates as they took their seats and chatted amongst themselves. They appeared to be quite distant from me, and their conversations served as mere background noise that I had learned to tune out a while ago. I had become quite skilled at navigating life in solitude by isolating myself, which served as a shield from the judgments and cruelties of others.

Our homeroom teacher entered the classroom, followed by the same unfamiliar girl from the staff's office. Long, dark purple hair flowed down her back, and her sharp purple eyes seemed to cut through my indifference. She had an average height of 155cm, and she carried herself with elegance, boasting a slender yet curvaceous figure.

The homeroom teacher introduced her as Miharu Seiriki, a transfer student who would be joining our class. Miharu's gaze swept across the room, and for a brief moment, her eyes met mine. There was something intense about her stare, a hint of curiosity mixed with something I couldn't quite decipher.

Homeroom resumed its usual routine, I couldn't shake off the feeling of Miharu's gaze lingering on me. It was as if she saw something beneath the façade of indifference I presented to the world. I dismissed the thought, scolding myself for reading too much into it.

Homeroom carried on, as usual, lessons blending into a blur of monotonous instruction. I half-listened, my mind drifting in and out of focus. Thoughts of Miharu's penetrating gaze lingered, a nagging presence at the back of my mind.

Homeroom ended, and I walked out of the classroom, intending to find Tsumi as I always did. But before I could take more than a few steps, Miharu appeared before me, her presence suddenly commanding and unavoidable.

She spoke in a voice that held no trace of emotion, her words sharp and direct. "Are you Itsuki Uragiri?"

I hesitated for a moment, taken aback by her directness. "Yes. What do you want?" I asked, attempting to preserve my usual unemotional demeanour.

She paused as if contemplating her words. "I wish to speak to you."

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I gazed at her, unsure of what was going to happen next. However, without warning, she grasped my arm and dragged me towards an isolated area of the school, away from the prying eyes of others.

I noticed Tsumi peeking out from behind a cluster of bushes, her eyes fixed on Miharu and me. I wondered what had caught her attention, but for now, my focus remained on the enigmatic transfer student.

Miharu turned to face me, "I am a Dark Primordial." she declared, her gaze unwavering.

If I remembered correctly, Dark Primordials are mythical beings with immense power and the ability to create and destroy through mysterious means. They are thought to be closely connected to the forces of creation and destruction.

I stared at Miharu, believing she was playing a prank. "That's a good one. Dark Primordials don't exist." I said dismissively.

Miharu's aura intensified, a palpable energy enveloping us. "Do you think I'm joking?" she asked, her voice colder than before.

I felt a shiver run down my spine, a primal instinct warning me of the danger that lurked within her words. "What do you want from me?" I asked cautiously.

Miharu's gaze locked onto mine, "I want your help in eradicating my own race."

Confusion washed over me, mingling with a tinge of apprehension. "Why would you want to destroy your own kind?" I asked, unable to comprehend her motivations.

Miharu's voice remained devoid of emotion, but a flicker of something passed through her eyes, "I despise the viciousness, destructive, and relentless nature of my kind. They spare no one, manipulating and deceiving for their own gain."

I stared at her, trying to process the gravity of her words. The notion of a Dark Primordial, a being capable of wielding unimaginable power, seeking my help to eradicate their race, was beyond my comprehension.

Before I could respond, Miharu's gaze turned heartless as she spoke to my sister, "Stop hiding, Tsumi. You have no business being here. Leave," she said firmly.

Tsumi emerged from the bushes. Her eyes widened and hurt flickered across her face, "Who are you?" she asked, her voice laced with disbelief and protectiveness.

I felt a surge of anger as I instinctively wanted to protect her, "Don't speak to her like that!" I declared.

Miharu gazed back at me, her voice fracturing into three distinct tones. Her words carried a sharp edge, as she spoke with a hint of dominance and ruthlessness. "Don't test my patience." she warned.

Tsumi stepped closer to me, seeking solace and reassurance. "Who is she? What's happening?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "Her name is Miharu Seiriki. She claims to be a Dark Primordial and wants me to help her eradicate her own kind." I explained, struggling to make sense of the situation myself.

Miharu's stoic façade cracked for a moment as she spoke, her voice tinged with urgency. "Itsuki Uragiri, will you help me?"

I hesitated, torn between disbelief and the first semblance of purpose that had presented itself in a long time. "Why me? Why do you need my help?" I asked, my voice tinged with doubt.

Miharu stared at me with an unemotional face, her confidence unclear. "I've observed your spirit, and you have the qualities I need," she said, causing me to feel a tad uneasy about my well-being.

"When something you value is lost, you become ruthless, and you're willing to go to great lengths to assist others. That's what I require. You have potential, Itsuki Uragiri."

I looked at Tsumi, searching for her guidance, but she remained silent, her eyes filled with concern. It was the first time someone had asked for my help, someone other than my sister. The weight of that request tugged at me, urging me to consider a path different from the one I had been treading for so long.

Still, doubt lingered within me. My voice was laced with uncertainty, "I don't know enough about you, about your motives. How can I be sure you wont betray-"

Miharu's gaze intensified, her unwavering resolve shining through. "You can't be sure." She interjected, and my eyes widened, "I will return, Itsuki Uragiri. And you will have no choice but to join me." she stated firmly, her words carrying a sense of finality that left no room for negotiation.

Tsumi and I watched in silence as Miharu walked away, disappearing. The second bell rang, signalling the start of the next class, but our minds remained preoccupied with the enigma that had entered our lives.

I continued to stand there, staring at the spot where Miharu had vanished. The weight of her words settled heavily within me, stirring up a mix of emotions and uncertainties. A part of me wanted to dismiss her as some delusional person seeking attention, but there was an undeniable intensity in her presence that left me questioning my assumptions.

As I stood there, lost in thought, Tsumi gently tugged at my sleeve, bringing me back to the present. Her eyes were filled with concern, mirroring the turmoil within my mind.

"Hey, We need to go to class." she whispered, her voice soft yet urgent.

I nodded and followed Tsumi to our respective homerooms. The lesson began, but my mind was elsewhere, still grappling with the encounter with Miharu. The teacher's words became distant, the chalk screeching against the blackboard fading into the background.

The second lesson ended, and my classmates chattered excitedly, their laughter filling the room. But my thoughts remained consumed by Serera's request. I found myself absentmindedly turning the pen in my hand, my eyes fixated on the space in front of me.

Tsumi walked into the room, immediately noticing my distracted state, and approached me cautiously. "Is everything alright?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.

I looked up, meeting her gaze, and forced a smile. "I'm fine." I replied, trying to reassure her.

Though, she didn't appear convinced, and asked, "Is it about Miharu?" It was clear that she knew I was anxious about what would happen when Serera came back.

I let out a heavy sigh, knowing that there was no escape from this truth. My voice, devoid of any traces of strength, finally admitted, "Yes, it's about Miharu." My words lingered in the air, a frail confession of my fears.

"I'm worried about what she'll do when she returns. How can I even hope to stand against a dark primordial? I am nothing compared to her, I'm infinitely weaker. I'm at her mercy, unable to defy her commands. She could cast me aside with a flick of her hand, or worse, ruin my life."

"I see..." Tsumi murmured, "She said you didn't have a choice, after all..." Her voice was soft as she spoke once more.

"I understand your concerns," she said, her voice tinged with gentle worry. Her eyes filled with an empathetic glimmer as she gazed at me, her heart overflowing with compassion.

"But maybe... just maybe, we should place our trust in her for now. After all, can we really be sure that Miharu is a dark primordial? Maybe there's more to her that we don't know about."

Her words hung in the air, light and optimistic, like the fluttering of cherry blossom petals in the wind. Tsumi's unwavering faith in the potential goodness of others was a testament to her kind-hearted nature. The delicate touch of her hand on my shoulder, a pleasant gesture, conveyed her unwavering support.

The school day dragged on, each passing minute weighed down by the weight of uncertainty. When the final bell rang, signalling the end of the day, I packed my bag and made my way to the school entrance. Tsumi joined me, her eyes filled with a mixture of worry and curiosity.

"What are you going to do?" she asked, her voice soft yet tinged with urgency.

I took a deep breath, knowing that the decision I was about to make would change the course of my life forever. "I'm going to meet Miharu when she returns," I replied, my voice filled with determination.

Tsumi's eyes widened in surprise, but she nodded, her trust in me unwavering. "If that's what you feel is right, then I'll support you. Just promise me that you'll be careful." she said, her voice filled with sisterly concern.

"I promise." I replied, a newfound sense of purpose welling up within me.