Prologue

In a classroom, in Fujimi Academy, sat a tall, black-haired student. The student was clearly very physically fit, that much was clear even through his school uniform. By all definitions, he was unnaturally handsome yet something...was off.

His eyes. His cold, metallic grey eyes.

They bored holes in the blackboard in front of him, their metallic luster shining under the afternoon sun getting through the blinds. Yet any warmth given to them by the sunlight...was wasted. There was only two things in this students eyes:

Boredom and cold indifference.

This student was called Jin Tenma. He was naturally very bright but he didn't really use his mental talents...hence him being in detention currently. The teacher looking over Jin currently, Teshima-sensei, was sitting off to the side of Jin, looking over at the indifferent and overall gloomy youth. He couldn't believe he had girls in his classes who actually liked such a cold young man.

"Tenma-kun," Teshima started but stopped as the cold grey orbs looked to him, "W-why don't you try in your lessons anymore?" the question may have seemed rude but Teshima was Jin's teacher and had to ask such questions. It was his job to look out for his students, after all.

A flash of something went past Jin's eyes as he flinched, gaining a confused look from Teshima. Seeing someone like Jin flinch was...very uncommon, if not outright unseen.

But the emotional response was gone as soon as it came, and Jin's deep yet indifferent voice came, "Because what's the point? I have enough money to live the rest of my life lavishly. I only come to school to get attendance so I can still use the inheritance," the dark-haired teen shrugged before he suddenly flinched again and brought a hand to his head - a monumental headache rushed through his head and even he couldn't ignore the pain.

Grimacing, Jin shakily stood up as he looked toward Teshima, "Sensei, I need to go to the toilet. The detentions nearly over, so I'll go now," Jin said before picking up his bag and walking to the door.

Teshima went to stop him but after seeing the legitimate pain on Jin's face, he couldn't bring himself to stop the kid.

. . .

POV Change - Jin (1st Person)

What...is happening?

I couldn't help wondering this as I stumbled through the hallways of the Academy to get to the nearest toilet. This headache...felt terrible. Worse than any other headache I'd ever had. It was like a migraine times ten.

Like having a rock concert inside your head. Stumbling further, my vision went blurry as I fell forward, my feet going numb and acting like jello. I braced myself and crumbled against the floor. It didn't hurt. Well, it didn't hurt more than this fucking headache, at least. My head, other than the headache, felt dazed. Like something was interfering with my brain.

Pushing myself up, I sat with my back against the hallway wall. A hand on my head and my eyes closed as I tried to nurse this headache, only to hear a voice. A twisted, demonic voice.

[You're the reason they're dead, Jin.]

My eyes snapped open, rapidly looking to and fro for whatever had said that. But no amount of looking showed the person who said that. Gritting my teeth, I forced myself up and scowled at the surroundings, my usual indifference gone and replaced by anger.

[You try to act indifferent...but you feel it all, don't you? I would know...I am you, after all.]

The force came again and it boomed in my head, making my eyes widen, the pressure behind my eyes building as I felt something dripping from my nose.

*Drip...drip...*

Looking down, I saw a few drops of blood below me and a few drops of blood on my white shirt. Narrowing my eyes, I lifted a hand and tapped around my nostrils before bringing the finger tips to eye level.

I was having a nose bleed.

Pushing through the pain of whatever was causing my headache, and ignoring whatever voice I'd just been hearing, I quickly stumbled down the hallway and soon found myself in a toilet, looking at myself in the mirror.

Blood was dripping from my nose. I was also dripping blood...from my eyes.

My heart froze in trepidation as I looked at the sorry start I was in. Blood on my face and shirt and a face full of fear.

Pathetic.

I mentally admonished myself as I turned the taps on the sink and began to wash my face. The pain slowly receded as I washed my face with cold water and rid my pale skin of the bloodied tint it was slowly gaining.

'Pathetic,' a voice kept telling me. Though a different voice to the demonic one that had been talking to me in the hall. This one...I was used to. It wasn't like I had a sentient voice in my head - the voice speaking to me right now, was me. Or rather, it was some sort of voice brought on by mental health issues that was by proxy, me.

'Pathetic,' it said once again as I looked up at my pale face, the indifferent facade I'd built up over the last months coming back over and keeping my facial expressions to a minimum.

I looked into the mirror and met my own grey eyes. I'd always thought they were dull, boring eyes. Unlike my mother who always said they were wonderful, and my father who said they made me and him look cool - I gained my eye color from him, after all.

"Pathetic, huh...?" I whispered before grabbing a few paper towels and drying my face. After this, I exited the toilet but once again, I was stopped by a voice. This time, from another human being and not one in my head.

"Hm? What happened, Tenma-kun?" I heard a melodious voice come from the right of me, from the direction of where I'd came from and I looked to see someone I hadn't wanted to see at all, lately.

Shizuka Marikawa. My mother's Kouhai, or rather, one of the kids who she used to play with/look after when she herself was younger. She was something of a family friend, and I loved her like one would love a family member. Though I would be lying if I said I didn't harbor a small crush on her. But what am I to say? Sorry for being attracted to a beautiful woman? No way I'm doing that. I'm true to myself.

[Lies.]

The twisted voice spoke again but at this point...I was used to ignoring things that were only in my head, so I walked toward Shizuka who's hazel eyes widened at the sight of the blood on my shirt.

If I had to describe Shizuka...she was a very tall buxom woman with ridiculous curves. Extremely beautiful as well. She has waist-length blonde hair that has several bangs coming down into her face, two bangs come down at the sides running all the way down that also frames her face and hazel eyes. She usually appears to be sleepy, but under special situations, I've seen her make a serious face.

"Can we go to your office, Shizuka-neesan? I was just bleeding from my nose and eyes," I said, keeping my voice even and indifferent. If I didn't sound worried, I hoped that it would help dampen her own worries.

I seemed to have overestimated her.

"Bleeding from your eyes?!" Shizuka yelped as she rushed to me and grabbed my hand before pulling my along to her office. She was the school nurse, so she could definitely figure out if I was in trouble because of that bleeding, right?

I knew basic first aid because of my training but beyond basic stuff, I'm pretty clueless. But even being clueless, I know bleeding from more than one orifice is pretty bad. Potentially, at least.

"And don't call me by my first name when we're at school! It's Marikawa-sensei!" she grumbled and I just tilted my head at her before closing my eyes and sighing.

"Yes, yes, Marikawa-sensei, I get it," I said as I followed behind the blonde ditz.

While I was walking, I flipped open my phone and typed in a text message before sending it. I didn't want to make them wait for me, even if they said they would.