I intended to die

 The petite mod soul opened her eyes to find herself in an unfamiliar room. She must have been asleep, but for how long? The room gave off an eerie impression, and gave her an unsettling feeling. Nozomi had no recollection of prior events to this moment. Why was she here and how did she get here were two questions that came to her mind. Nozomi would never sleep in a strange place such as this, so what on earth was she doing here? The girl sat up on the bed she lay on and her purple eyes scanned through every aspect of this room until her attention was drawn to the letter sitting on a night-stand.

 The name Nozomi Kujo was handwritten on the front in ink. The mod soul took hold of the letter and examined it further until opening it. She narrowed her eyes and silently read it. After reading the message she placed the letter beside her on the bed and stood up to open the drawer to the left. In it was her zanpakuto and a small medical kit. Her eyes widened seeing her Zanpakuto in the drawer. How on earth did they take it from her? She took hold of the weapon and examined it, from what she could see it was the same as before-- Although she could feel something off about it. How could someone modify her own zanpakuto? That was impossible, was it not?

 "Whitefield Manor" she repeated to herself softly. "Hiding and stay out of sight. What kind of game is this?" she whispered to herself. The green haired girl looked towards the window only to see it barred off just as the letter explained. This person was serious. Every exit from this property must be blocked off. There wasn't going to be any short cuts here.

 Why was I brought here? She looked down at the floor boards and let out a soft sigh. If this was suppose to be some kind of game, Nozomi's intuition told her there were more people in this building. People who woke up the same way she did-- In some room with a hazy memory of prior events. Whatever friends this person had, undoubtedly were going to cause some problems. If she was correct the goal of the game was to escape without a close encounter with one of these so called friends. The people in this building were simply someone else's play-things. Pawns on a chest board for someone's game. According to the attitude of the message, she was going to have to play along with this game of cat and mouse.

 --After being trapped in this school with many other students, they were occasionally given motives to kill one and other. For the slim chance to escape the school - which was undoubtedly was a scam, it seemed like people weren't smart enough to realize that - Nozomi ensured to keep her distance from each and every student she came across. Although many of which seemed fairly harmless, she had heard the stories of friends turning on friends. Nice people could do terrible things, and Nozomi wasn't going to take any risks.

Not only did she want to avoid potential threats of herself dying. The mod soul also distanced herself from the other students to ensure she herself wouldn't harm anyone she grew attached for ever again. In the given situation everything was unpredictable and who knew what certain things the mastermind could cause to happen. It wasn't difficult to avoid people. She felt it was somewhat selfish of herself to keep that gap only to protect her own heart. Even before finding herself in this school with little recollection of much of her life before, Nozomi was always very withdrawn.

The short, petite girl had her arms folded across her chest tightly gripping each of her arms. Her small build frame almost trying to seem smaller than she was in actuality. As she walked down the hall on her way to the cafeteria she noticed several people walking down the hall. Slowing her pace to ensure not to catch up Nozomi watched as a few students bumped into a dark haired girl causing her too loose her balance, almost as if on purpose. The green haired girl froze briefly and narrowed her eyes at the people who failed to do as little as apologize to the girl and simply walked away. Unbelievable. Nozomi started walking again until she was just behind the dark haired girl. That same girl did something unnecessary and yelled at them. How childish.

"Don't bother."

Nozomi lay in the dark room on her bed, starring up at the ceiling. Her roommates seemed to have already fallen asleep. It felt like she had been laying there for hours what could have been only minutes. The petite mod soul got some sense of uneasiness, different from usual. It wasn't unusual for her to have difficulty sleeping, being trapped in a school where any student could kill another any time. She turned on her side and faced the blank wall. Before she realized it her eyelids grew heavy and she had fallen fast asleep.

Before she could do anything else, her mind went blank and entered a vivid dream. Where was she? She tried turing her head, but it refused to move. Next she tried to take a step. Her body wouldn't move whenever she tried. She tried to wrap her head around the situation when her body began moving towards a bare cliff, only covered with dirt and little plant life. She tried to speak, nothing. Not a single sound would escape her lips. She felt her heart tighten. Her mind was completely conscious, though her body would move on it own. She could see and hear everything around her, but was unable to feel anything. What's going on? she asked herself. She felt like she was trembling, while at the same time her body wouldn't move on her command.

Still walking in that same direction, she came upon someone else. She knew who he was, didn't she? She knew them. But who were they? What relation did she have with them? She tried to speak again. Nothing. Her body continued moving towards the person, she suddenly felt some kind of anger form deep inside her. Why? She asked herself. There was some feeling she couldn't explain. Something she couldn't control. She realized, in her hand she held a weapon. Her zanpakuto? Or someone else's? It was similar, but it did not belong to her. Suddenly the blade was pointed to the person laying on the ground. No! Stop! She tried to stop herself with all her power. How did she get so close to them in a matter of seconds?

Slash.

The sound of the blade cutting through other's flesh was ringing in her ears. As the blade cut through, the bright red blood splattered on her cheek. Her eyes widened at the sight of a motionless body fall in front of her. She... She did that? She raised one arm and touched the blood on her face then brought it to eye level and looked at it. Her hands were shaking. A crimson red liquid was on her hand. How did this happen? Who was he? When did she get so close? Questions and questions circled around in her head none of which she could answer. Most of all, why was her body responding now?

Drip. Drip. Drip.

She looked down at the puddle of blood beneath her weapon. The blood was dripping into the pool of blood. It created the sound of a tap being left on ever so slightly falling into the sink. Why was there so much blood? It was one person there was no way that much blood would come out. Nozomi turned around, and was faced with reality. A battle field of dead motionless bodies. Her being the only one standing. Had she done... All this? She didn't remember any of it. She looked down at her weapon. It was Arazome Shigure, that was her zanpakuto. It was soaked in blood. She could have sworn it wasn't when killing that last person.

She threw her weapon to the side out of fear and confusion. The strength in her legs grew weak and she dropped to the ground and buried her face in her hands. Did I really... Kill those people?  

The petite green haired girl spotted the same guy who she had spoken with once before. He wasn't the kind of person she was too fond of however. He began to approach her again, before being able to react he spoke to her again. She had already told him she wasn't interested she failed to understand why he kept coming back and trying again. Although with this air in the school currently she couldn't be as cold.

"Are you ready to smile for me yet, fair maiden?"

Her attention was caught by another student, one who she'd never spoken with before. Why would he come to her and confess something now? He had quite the serious expression on his face, though she hadn't a clue why. Pushing her slightly confused thoughts away the petite green haired girl listened to what he had to say.

After his confession, the petite remained silent for a while. Honestly, she could relate to what he was saying. Her gaze fixed at the ground while in thought. She was going to let herself die once, she was ready to give up and let them win. She remembered being told to live. When seeing those around her fighting, Nozomi couldn't just sit back and watch even if they were protecting her, she wanted to help. She wanted to stop giving up. "...I see" she didn't know what else to say.

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