LOGINIchigo goes to the academy in Ishapolis, Panlere where she studies with Peter Noyer, her childhood friend. But when Peter tries to tame hot head Monica Okamura, she tries to stop him, but is she too late?
View MorePeter Noyer is a normal student who goes to the Ishapolis academy. Though there is a very distinguishing trait he has. He is lazy, probably the laziest man on this world. Professors in the Ishapolis academy don’t really teach all the time, so the students rely on passing exams, assignments or projects and what not. He walks out of his dormitory feeling immense boredom. He walks down the stairs, looking for something to entertain himself with. His mother left his family recently, and he decides to work odd jobs. He’s filled up his schedule with jobs. He has almost no time for doing anything in his life, and what’s worse is that his only sister refuses to talk to him. The feeling of total loneliness is slowly creeping up on him. “Hey Peter!” A girl calls out to him from behind. “Oh Ichigo, what’s up?” Peter replies, nonchalantly. “Have you done your assignments lately?” she asks him, sounding worried. “I’m okay Ichigo.” He answers as he walks away. “Hey! Don’t you walk away from me!” she shouts as she runs after her. She puts her hands on his shoulders as she tries to lift her petite frame up his back. “Hiya, I’m Ichi! And you are Petey!” she says in a high pitched voice. “Stop it Ichigo, we’re not kids anymore.” He tries to wiggle her off his back, but she holds on. “Peter, we’ve been friends since the beginning!” she whispers to his ears. He continues trying to shake her off, but she hold on like her life depended on it. After some time she loses her grip and falls off. “Please leave me alone! I’m not fit to be your friend! Find another one!” Peter shouts at her as he stomps away. It felt as if rocks were thrown on her head as she screamed his name. He ignored her as he went out of the dormitory building. She sighs, feeling defeated. She walks back into her dorm room and looks out the window overlooking the gym. It’s a silent day today, with light rain. It is outside the window where she could see students playing Bo-taoshi on the open field. The most popular players are Abraham Koishi and Monica Okamura. ‘Well sometimes I’m envious of them, being a power couple and all must be getting to them.‘ She thinks to herself as she slumps back down on her bed. “I think Abraham is the perfect boyfriend for Monica, it seems like he can control her fine.” She says to herself as she lies down on the bed. Monica’s rough attitude is a hallmark for her, that’s what makes everyone fear her. Especially, that eye. It is rumored that she comes from one of the founding clans. They’re the most loyal ones in Panlere. For so long, small skirmishes has been happening with our border to the north with Thermokyrii. That’s why Ichigo decided to go to Ishapolis, which is a port city down south. She looks outside the window when she sees Peter sitting down on the bleachers. Peter is sitting down on the bleachers, looking into the people playing pole toppling. ‘What does Ichigo want with me? She’s excessively clingy these days, after my mom left.’ He thought to himself as he rests his chin on his palm. “Hey! What are you doing here?” a voice calls out from behind him. He slowly stands up and turns around. It’s Monica. “I can be here.” He replies calmly. She shoves him to the side while keeping an angry expression on his face. “Get out of my way!” she stomps away. Back in the dorm building, Ichigo is looking out the window, observing Peter. ‘Oh God, Peter ran into Monica. They’re rough attitudes will clash,’ she thinks to herself. She feels a little worried for Peter. Unlike Monica, Ichigo likes Peter’s rough attitude. She thinks it makes him feel hot. Back on the field Abraham walks to Monica. She immediately stops walking. “Monica, join me in a party with my bros later.” He says, putting his arms around her. “I don’t get a say in it?” she asks. “Of course not, you’re my girl, you do as I say.” He replies, pulling her away from where Peter is. Peter looks at her. Her she glares back at him, her eyes giving off a deadly intent. Back at the dorm room, Ichigo decides to get out of the room. She runs down to the stairs. When she gets down to the dorm lobby she sees Peter enter. “Are you okay, Peter?” she asks worriedly. “I’m fine Ichigo, Abraham took care of Monica just fine, though I think he can’t control her any longer.” He says. “Don’t we need to go back into the dorm?” Ichigo holds his arm, trying to pull him into their shared dorm room. “Stop holding me Ichigo! I swear to God you bug me!” He pushes her away. “I’ll always be by your side Peter,” she shouts as she runs after him. He turns around and pushes her to the floor. “Stop this Ichigo! Stop this nonsense. I do not care if you’re here! We were only friends when we were kids, but now, just fuck off!” He walks away.
"Well the noodle shop seems to be peaceful." Ichigo pouts. "Let's just eat." They both sit down on the fairly tall wooden stools on the noodle shop. "Beef noodles for her, and chicken noodles for me." He places his order. He pays one hundred thirty five Chokrins to the noodle maker, who gets to their noodles. "Why won't Peter see through Monica at all?" she asks. "Well, remember the path of horror? Its first sub-path is submission." He says. "No, that wouldn't make any sense. I think Peter is acting on his own accord." She closes her eyes. The cook hands them over their bowls. Mike immediately eats his chicken noodles, but Ichigo closes her eyes to pray to the God of the Moon. "Why do you bother praying?" he asks, eating his food with his fork. "You wouldn't understand." She takes the chopsticks to eat. "Just like how I think using your fork to eat these noodles is disgusting." They continue to eat in silence. "Hey," Mike puts his hand on her shoulder. "You finished?" he asks. "You
“I did see a ghost.” Ichigo’s eyes widen. “Um, Ichigo, you’re freaking me out…” he sits back into his chair. “What’s wrong?” she says ominously. Her eyes start glowing slightly, but it disappears. “Well, calm down Ichigo, we’ll find a solution to this problem. At least now we know that she’s using the horror path.” Ichigo closes her eyes, breathing heavily. Mike sighs. “I think I should give her what she wants. I’m moving.” She opens her eyes. “That’s your choice.” They both stand up. She looks at him for a second longer before they walk out of the library. It was a silent walk back to the dormitory building. After walking across the field and getting wet leaves inside their shoes, they arrive at the building. “I’ll help you move.” Mike puts his hand on her shoulder. “No, I’ll face the music myself.” She walks forward without hi
“No. Father, what do you mean?” she asks, feeling confused. “Just do it Ichigo.” He says before the Yamanaka walled village completely disappears from her vision. “That was weird.” She whispers to herself as she opens her eyes. It seems that she’s back in the examination room. Monica’s eyes twitch as she looks away, but Ichigo doesn’t seem to notice. “Hey Ichigo, you okay? You seemed to be spacing out for a second back there.” Mike whispers to her. “No, I’m okay. There is just something I really need to do.” She says, closing her eyes briefly. “Do you still want to know about the special abilities from the Gods?” he asks. She nods. “Then we’ll be discussing it in the far corners of the public library.” He smiles at her with a thumbs up. ‘There is really no stopping Mike is there?’ she thinks to herself. Before they knew it the examinations are finished. As sh
The sun rises, shining down on to the great city of Ishapolis, also on Ichigo’s window. She rubs her eyes, like every morning she does. She sits up on the bed, looking out the window. There, once again there is a conspiracy of ravens outside. She smiles to herself, like the ravens are looking after her. It’s nice to think about. She stands up for a little stretch. ‘My father was right for calling me little. I mean, look at me! People would use the word petite to describe me.’ She shrugs slightly. After getting ready, she goes out to walk down the hallway. The hallway is white, so stains can be easily seen in it. Electric bulbs lined up on the wall as if they were still torches from the middle ages. She greets Mr. Rustico, which she is now accustomed to do now. She gets out of the dormitory building, to the green fields that seem to be always wet. After long months of morning rain, this wet dew-y grass always slobbering around her feet is starting to get on her nerves. ‘Well, it’s ti





