.:: Infamous author/College Student, Light Ayashi ::.

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Completly lost in a circle in the forest with a group wearing cloaks over their faces to hide themselves, a girl with a black bag over her head, hand bound together while pacing onto a dirt, grassy road screaming her head off repeating the words: "help me" over and over for someone to hear and come flying through to her rescue. Yet that never came. Its just her and these weird group of people shoving her deep into the forest for something that was needed. And she was the something needed. Into the open field of a blank land as the dirt changed into the sounds of walking on concrete like they moved to a city. The bag was pulled from her head, her beauty hazel colored eyes danced around the dark skies before staring down an old, holy shrine sitting in the middle with wooden doors smeared with crimson sliding down horizontally and vertically, the hard walkway stuck between two marble pillars with flames burning alit to welcome this unknown assailant.
Something was inside it that caused all this blood, which made Mira bawling out like a baby and attempted to run away if the two near her side didn't have ahold of her arms to keep her down. Otherwise, she'd been gone out of here.
Maybe this was an initiations for one of the Alpha Delta clubs she had never heard of in the campus life since Mira so happened to be a freshmen moving in for her first experience into living on her own and--No, wait scratch that. That didn't sound right. Let's rephrase it. Then again, which Alpha Delta clubs does initiations on the accounts to scare the living crap out of anyone just to get in? Its all too weird for that. She didn't want to become the next sacrificial lamb for the joke inside. Maybe her friends are playing jokes to make her think its an actuall noturnal creature for pay back for ignoring them while constintly reading that infurnal book, Red Moon? Jealous much? Mira started blabbing away if they were her friends hiding faces.
"Guys, whatever I did to affend you, I'm sorry ok?! Joke's over - quit playing around, its not funny!"
The shrine doors cracked open a bit to a point where the door had bearly moved at all, flashing an angry red eyes glowing dark while the group started bowing to their knees, welcoming it to a new night. Mira began to panic againat the presence of the assailant, heart beating, racing pretty fast than normal, tears spilling out her eyes to pleaed not to die. This wasn't going too well for her once it askeed for its meal for the night, she really paniced now once they were ordered to push her up towards the stone pillar sitting right near the shrine. Mira decided to fight back, kicking and screaming while being carryed over the shoulder. "I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die!! Let me go!" She cried hysterically to the forge of her darkness, set onto the stone table beyond the pillars.
This person hid themselves from everyone that was around with the same cloak yet it changed into a different color once he or it set itself onto the moonlight. Crimson was the color he possessed. Hovering over her live corpse placed onto the stone, sampling, observing Mira's cowardly face wet, flushed with tears and her white, slender neck filled with blood corsing through her veins. Leaning closer and closer down on her while she continued to scream and move—or at least try to without the severeness of what this person's trying to do. Sharp-like needles penitrate the skin. Crimson shifted to another direction more towards the open marks.
Oh the sweetness of fear and the music of her screams. The darkness night consumed another victum.

Onto the shelves of many bookstores across the world itself, the horror/romance story almost everyone wanted to read so badly about this unknown assailant trapped inside an old, used holy shrine people used back in the centuries long ago to keep the demons away in the darkness from appearing out into the reality world where humans kept thinking they no longer exist til now. A group of people just somhow stumbled into it and ended up doing the demon's "holy" work as a God. The book, Sin: an Unholy God, was filled with suspence and horror everyone enjoyed reading—the many twists and turns with excitement—its so unbearable to contain one's innerself to just bust out through jumping so giddy and bubbly after reading it—well most people. That depended on the different tastes of the billions of people; otherwise, the book would have sold really huge for it just to be a book, even though it sold millions of copies in Shinjuku before it expanded throughout Japan, then overseas into North and South America, and Europe by this infamous author no one has never heard of nor seen his/her face: Yami. Whoever this person is, has quite the talent to be making these types of books so easily to attract many people.

That and the many horror tales kept in one book called: The Crimson Stories of the Dead. Not too many of this person's books were placed out in public on shelves since this author had things to do, yet they were going away into people's hands so quick each time someone went to find a book to pass time cause they were not doing anything.
News media too wanted to know this mystery author as well, somewhere onto the papers—not really much a big aid or anything special—posting questions about who this author was and who knew of him, where he/she lived and how their lifestyle is. Really, is it that important to find this famous person writting these scary/love books when something else is more valuable?

Middle school, high school, to people at work that got sucked into these horror tales and stories feeding the mind with exciting nightmares, dreaming that they might be the main char stuck into those types of situations like trapped in a locked room with the walls trying to crush you and your bones, tied up by the wrists and awaiting the doom you're in, everything. Even the college kids read the books, which sometimes were highly unlikeable for them to have the time to read it since they were busy doing something or nothing. University of Hokkaido more likely a private college than a public one that contained billions of smart, special students with many crafty talents put to use for the college, sitting behind the movie theater with their clean, tan colored buildings big and small along with the dorms sitting on each opposite sides across the trafficlights, the left were the girls dorm, the right were the boys dorm. Down further into the road were the colorful Alpha Delta clubs with their oddful, embarrasing initiations. After all that, its still a pretty good school to wander off to if one could do that.

The only way one could get into this private college is through scholorships and given money that went only to this perticular college and nothing else, Light was one of those seniors offered a scholarship to University of Hokkaido because of something special he possessed: a simple, creative mindset and design skills put to some use, no one had noticed before or all these years except for his family. They knew of the author so easily.

Wandering around the campus with his family, as the car parked right into the Campus Center that sat on the same side where the trafficlights sat, right back to his new dorm room given along with his new times for classes he signed up for. Carrying his black, leather suitcases and a small, navy bag sitting on his back, they all waited for the flash of the lights to cross towards the dorms. White, clean cut painted walls with matching tan colored, soft carpet, almost the rooms looked alike besides the new decoration going on in each room for a new day.

"Well, you can make it to the room on your own right?" He smiled at his mother's worry, she's still hasn't got over her son's all grown up. "I'll be fine on my own mom." His elder sister, Yoko grinned while speaking in some kind of baby talk. "Little Light's all grown up." He rolled his light brown eyes at her, is that suppost to be funny? "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up Yoko...you might not know when the next book comes out." She glared with pouty look, but she didn't care though. "You always pull that out on me, you're not fair."

After the family chat along with helping him move into the dorm room and setting things up to make him feel confortable, they departed from the dorm room, waving their goodbyes before leaving Light to his business, sitting into the wooden chair and loging into his computer while hooking up his red usb cord into the moniter, leaving him to his designs that were saved onto it stuck inside his left pocket. Filled with countless, colorful yet evil designs that looked exactly like the covers Yami often did. Too much alike. It seemed like he knew of the author very— no, too well to be exact.

Why?

Because he and Yami are the same, its just that the name Yami so happens to be an alias to hide his true name from the world. Light is infamous horror novalist, Yami. Its very interesting for anyone to find out that a college student had been writting all those scary/romance books that puts one into a beautiful nightmare all this time and hiding out his name for a year? Clever. No one has not noticed the talents of Light's mind at work, besides the teachers but that's a different story. He just so happens to make his story and designs, shipping them to the publishing place to be spread across the world. The door opened up to find a junior student standing between the doorway huffing and puffing before completly falling down onto the cold floor. He sighed while turning himself around onto the opposite side of the chair, dully staring at the clumsy roomate.

"You must be the new roomate.."

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