It was a dark gray day that morning. The sun was actually on the horizon and should have cast its rays into our faces, but it was too gray even for that. Like so much in this city.
Tired, I walked down the street, not yet awake enough to realize what my older sister Yoko was just saying about the club's latest event.

"... and oh man, this will be totally cool for sure !! You are coming too?"

At these words, Yoko leaned forward and looked me straight in the face. She smiled tiredly because she knew me well and was used to this early morning reaction ... none at all.
She gave a short, bright laugh and mumbled something about "... then again later ...", as if she had to make a note in her calendar. Suddenly she patted me on the shoulder so hard that my absent gaze, which I had let sweep through the landscape, involuntarily went to the pavement when I fell sharply forward.

I looked annoyed at my big sister, who beamed like a honey cake horse from one corner to the other. "Man, what was that supposed to mean? Can't you give people a little rest before school ?!"

But she doesn't react, took 3 steps ahead and kept laughing. "Damn it, what's so funny about it? I don't understand how you can be in such a good mood in the early morning anyway!" - "I don't understand how you can't be awake in the early morning!"

How I hated that. Sometimes my sister just loved to provoke me. And that even in the early morning when you weren't awake. So I just pulled a little pout. "Menno, I can't help it if mom overslept and can't make me my mint tea. Only she can make it taste good and wake you up!"

Yoko just couldn't stop laughing this morning. I was slowly getting seriously worried about her ... but one never had to worry about her -.- She knew what she wanted. She knew what she had. And she was having fun. In short, a bit chaotic, but my sister.
Well against it. Sure, I also knew what I wanted. But I, like her, actually meant being crazy, having fun. But unlike her and the rest of my family, I had a dark streak about me. That made us very different ...
If you thought about it, I actually differed from the rest of my family in very many ways.

"Hahah ... phew, I can't anymore! Since when have you been talking so much in the early morning?" I looked at the floor with dark eyes. One more thing that separated me from the rest.
Yoko didn't notice it, however, she looked at the other people, because slowly more and more students came towards us, after all the school was not far anymore. I was quiet at first, then just giggled in response. Then I literally jumped up with a smile on my face and bright eyes.

Suddenly I ran. Yoko knew this game too. To be precise, she knew me. She knew everything was just a game to me somewhere!
So also this morning. Yoko tried to poke back and caught up with me with difficulty.
"What was that now ?!"
"Have you already forgotten?", I giggled, "you shouldn't be late on the first day of school! Or do you want to get into trouble with Yumiko again?"
There was no need to ask because if Yoko tried to escape something, it was trouble with our student representative. But that couldn't always be avoided with her being crazy.

We had finally arrived at the school. I didn't give Yoko time to breathe. "Remember, we should go to our old classes first! There should be something special there today ... why not hang up the new class distribution this time ... It doesn't matter !! See you later ...!" Yoko only had to hear me from afar because I was gone again.Fortunately, she was used to that. Sometimes I wonder if she was aware that I hadn't always done this. And that over time, on my escape, I started to run longer and longer distances. Faster and further away, away from it all.

Running was a nice affair, the only opportunity besides manga discussions, walks and mint tea that cleared your mind. You could just let your mind wander.
And as is so often the case, they went to my favorite manga, Naruto. Kishimoto-sama was just awesome ... how could you write something so good ?!
But I quickly dismissed this question, philosophizing made me nauseous while running. Rather, my thought wandered automatically to the character that has been bothering me the most recently.

Sasuke Uchiha. Actually it was weird, but somehow not. And something about him reminded me of me when I saw him on the pages. In general, I never liked him, but I tried to understand his inner feelings, to understand his real motivations. Sometimes at night I even had the feeling that I was looking in a mirror ...
I shook my head in irritation. I probably interpreted too much into it again.
As is so often the case.

I didn't have to have noticed, but the thought of my mirror dream, which had been increasing recently, made me so lost in thought that I suddenly slammed my class into the door frame with full speed. "Ouch, menno ...!" I moaned.

I grimaced and rubbed my head. I turned around concentrating on my bump, but as I took a step forward, my forehead hit something again head-on. But this time it was somehow not hard and cold, but radiated warmth ... I opened my narrowed eyes in amazement and mumbled something that was supposed to be a comment on my inability today.But I fell silent. I ran into a person. Well, that happened every day, even at a boring little school like ours in this normal city, it wasn't unusual. Funnily enough, I was just thinking about it when I took a closer look at the face of the person in front of me.

This self-confidence almost defiant and challenging attitude. That blue and black hair. A messy, almost sloppy uniform. And red-black eyes that looked down on me coldly and only for the precise connoisseur and observer with a trace of amazement.
I could not believe my eyes. That couldn't be, couldn't be. He wasn't real after all. A world would have had to go out of control to make this possible.

Everything that I suddenly found boring and dreary began to intensify its own individual color and gain in shine. The world started to spin, and shone and in its center was the person I was looking at. Those eyes that I seemed to sink into ...

"Sas ... ke?" I mumble, but so that he could hear it. I didn't tear myself away from his gaze, how could I? With an effort I realized, who was hypnotized, that he was reacting and that the amazement in his eyes increased. His eyebrow twitched slightly.

"You know me?"

That voice, defiant and cold. Kind of like a little kid's. Somehow I had always imagined Sasuke to be like that, a little weird. But I didn't get any further. Suddenly my gaze broke away from this person who was actually not allowed to be here.

It turned black around me. The last thing I heard was a voice from the loudspeaker saying something about "Aula assembly", and yet I could still see Sasuke's eyes. It was all just a single moment, but I saw it as if in slow motion. "Strange", I only thought when I last realized how the horror in his eyes increased and he reacted with incredible speed and came closer and closer to me.Then I lost consciousness for good.

Actually it was a dreary, rainy day in our normal city, in whose everyday life only a sudden rainbow in iridescent colors could have conjured an honest and warm smile on my face.
But today I didn't need a rainbow, even its colors faded behind you. Because this day was not everyday: I met you.

The day Tori Kimagata first met Sasuke Uchiha.

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^^ I hope you enjoyed it, it's just the prologue, that's why I wrote it a bit seriously ... I will probably write a whole kappi from the point of view of another character! Let yourself be surprised ^^
please don't be too strict with me, although I don't find the prologue so stunning, I've already written better -. -... I hope to come>. <
lg to all of you ... shizun ^ ~ ^