Kikyou was uncertain how this would go. She faced demons, banshees and other types of supernatural creatures in her brief lifetime --and yet, the idea of returning to school filled her with a sense of unease and sorrow. Can she be blamed for feeling this way? For the last time she attended classes ,was during the early middle school years when her parents were still alive. Upon their passing, she withdrew from school in favour of being home schooled, as well as trained in the arts of spiritual combat and defence.
Being an early bloomer as well, she managed to secure a part time job to at least support her sister and herself. She did not feel comfortable relying on the charity of the nearest monastery. They were simple and humble folk to begin with. So as soon as she could, she began working, studying, training and finding the time to help her sister.
That being said, she was already weary of the world and did not feel apart of it. That sensation died the same day as her parents, when her entire world came crashing down. It was only due to the continuous insistence of the monks, did she finally relent and registered for high school upon achieving the appropriate age. By this time, the second term was about to begin.
Due to the diligence of the monks, Kikyou was not at any disadvantage school work wise. Even if she was, there was no doubt in their minds that she would catch up. Their only concern was..that perhaps they had waited too long to return her to school. And perhaps..they were right.
Everything was loud and jarring to the young woman, even if she did not appear distressed. During the breaks between classes, she found herself internally overwhelmed by the amount of curious peers and their conversations. As pleasantly and politely as she could, she answered their questions or deflected accordingly. Her pseudo smile and brief conversations were enough to placate them.
Already irked by all the attention, Kikyou made a decision to find an isolated place to eat her snacks or lunch. She already had many offers by both males and females alike to show her around--but with a pulsating headache already, she declined gently. Besides, if she did discover a suitable place..she did not desire her classmates to know.
Thankfully, she had found a place during their short recess..Disappearing had been a challenge..but she hoped the novelty of being the ‘new’ student would wear off soon. All she wanted was to exist quietly. Even if she made an effort to get to know them..would they understand her ? Accept her for who she was ? She doubted it.
Plus, she suppose..it was safer for them this way. No one will get hurt if she kept her distance.
Sighing tiredly beneath an oak tree, she glanced down at her lunch before resting it aside. Mocha hues glanced up into the tree as she drew her legs to her chest. Arms embraced her knees and slender fingers played through the fabric, with an object concealed to. all. A forlorn expression was visibly seen, an accurate representation of her truest emotions. It lasted a mere minute before her gaze shifted.
“Who is there ?”
