red is the color of reunion;; {koufukuda}
Red had always brought back countless memories, sweet and bittwersweet, for Kido. Anytime something of significance contained the specific color, she found herself distracted by it, if only briefly. The vibrant scarf in the on the other side of the beach that passed by the corner of her vision was no exception.
This time, however, she found that the color was much more akin to the one she remembered from her youth, and the back that was turned to her was much more familiar than expected. Instead of a mere, customary pause, Kido stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes locked on the ground briefly in disbelief. Was that...?
After a moment more of deliberation, she turned around. The school of death was the last place she would have expected to see her, but the hair and scarf were just too familiar. "Onee-chan...!!" An extremely basic title, one that anyone could respond to, but Kido wasn't quite thinking about that. If it was actually her sister, if Ayano was in such a place, then she had more things to worry about.











