Yukiteru (Yuki) Shigure



Morning was slow in the Shigure house. Yukiteru's mother would have left for work already, she was a nurse at the local hospital. Yuki himself had just woken up, moving into the bathroom slowly. He took a shower, before moving to the kitchen. Flipping on the news, he noticed that they were speaking about a murder that had happened the night before. Apparently a woman had been attacked within an ally near a building he passed by everyday to and from school. That made him a bit unnerved, the thought of it so close to someplace he knew was scary. He takes a breath, getting some cereal for breakfast. The report said that the woman had been badly beaten, she had never stood a chance against her attacker. He sighed, it seemed there were more of these odd attacks lately. There had been a man a few days ago, and a couple before that. They were naming this guy the slasher, since he seemed to always have a factination with slitting his victims throats or other places.

It made Yuki feel sick, so he flipped off the TV. Placing his bowl in the sink soon after, he had lost his appetite. He then moved to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Looking into the mirror, he noticed something behind him on the wall. They were not all unfamiliar to him, the slow red words making their way across the wall. Some would have been completely freaked out about this, but for Yuki, it was just another day. He had been seeing words like this for a few years now, popping up around all over. They never really told him who they were, no names, no location...nothing. He only knew that apparently they were there to help him, to guide him. So far, they had not led him wrong. They had helped him on a few occasions. He turned to face the writing, reading the words slowly.

They are getting closer.

A slight chill formed down his spine. For awhile now, the voices had been warning Yuki of someone that was coming. Apparently they were a threat, one the voices thought he needed to know about. Did they have something to do with the attacks? He took a breath, slowly gathering his nerve. "How close?" he asked. The other words slowly faded, as one word slowly in turn replaced them.

Today.

Today? What did that mean...were they that close? Were they going to find him today? Yuki knew what he could do was not natural. He did not know how he could do these things, but he could. Taking a breath, he walked out of the bathroom. He knew he was not the only one who was...different. He could sense it, even though it did not make a whole lot of sense right now. The voices had also hinted at some others, who were like him. Not all of them were good. For all he knew, the slasher could be like him. It kind of scared him, to know that it could possibly be so. All of this was a bit odd. He sat down on his bed. For as long as he could remember, he could see these voices. But that was not all... He opened his palm, looking as slowly something began to form. Starting out as a little beed sized red ball, it grew. The color was like that of blood, the surface glossy and maluable.

He watched as it squirmed a bit, it formed into a bit of a star, then into a ring. He takes a breath, closing his hand. It disappeared. He laid back on the bed, looking up at the cieling. He really was a freak. "Ugh!" he grabbed his pillow, covering his face for a moment with it. He peeked out from under it, it was almost time to leave according to the clock. He tossed the pillow aside. He slipped on a pair of tan shorts, a black shirt, and his black almost knee high boots. Last was his usual hat and coat. He grabbed his bag and his phone, moving to the door. His keys on the hook by it. He turned to glance back around at the appartment, sighing a bit. It was a good sized, for his mom and him. His father did not live with them. He was back in Japan..where he had been since Yuki was five.

He missed his dad a bit, but his mother said that it was for the best, and that they would be alright. She had alway been there for him, and she was a loving mother. He smils a bit, walking out before locking the door. He made his way down the stairs, his phone suddenly beeping. Slipping it out of his pocket, he flipped it open.

Avoid the tracks.

He was used to the voices contacting him this way to. Surfaces, phone, computer, etc. They really had no limits of how to get their message known. He wondered why they would want him to avoid the train tracks though. He also passed by them on the way to and from school. They were a shortcut, but now it seemed like he would have to be taking the longerway around. He did not mind the walk, he enjoyed the fresh air, and being outside. Yuki was a sophmore in highschool. They had been here for only about a year now. They had moved from the last place he had lived since being five. A lot had happened there, most of it he would have rather not relived. He sighed a bit, there were rumors about him moving around the state. Even in highschool now, there were people who knew about his past. He was known as a jinx and trouble by most.

He had few friends, and that was not helping his self esteme. He wished people would give him a chance, allow him to show them that he was a good guy rather than only letting the rumors speak about him. He made his way to the school, going to his locker. He noticed a few glances as he got his books for the morning. His friend Matt coming over. "Morning" he noticed the slight look on his face, and the people nearby. "Ignore them" he says, blocking them from view. "So did you see the news?" straight to buisiness as always. Yuki nodded, "yea....really close to home.." Matt nodded "It's creepy isn't it" he says, the two of them mad their way down the hall towards class. "I hope that they find out who it is soon...get him off the streets" Matt shuddered a bit. Yuki knew the feeling, it would be better when he was gone. The bell ring, the two of them saying goodbye and going into class.

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