#follyfromthestart

     How many times would she be made to start a new life ❓ -- With her ivory coat hung & her fathers katana carefully tucked away ; Kamiko Mayumi had set out to find her new calling in life. Her transformation was.. impressive ; so used to being strict & professional at all times her old personality had become foreign to her. - However, it was one she sought back. 

   Her individuality easily returned along with her darkly inclined fashion. God- it was nice to not have to wear the same . damn. outfit  everyday. --- Now she was back to her daily funeral  couture ; chains & studs /  heeled leather boots.    Yes, if anyone had known her during her R.D.A days-- they wouldn’t think she was the same person. 

             But this was the real Kamiko. The one.. before..it all.. before he-

    With her fashion & attitude returning, she had also slipped back into the terrible habit of staying up till the butt-crack of dawn ; jumping bar to bar as if she could somehow drink & smoke all her sorrows away before passing out in a musky cemetery.  —— One of those nights, she had discovered the hidden gem that was known as the Velvet Void ; An underground goth bar that was founded to be a sanctuary for many individuals, just like her.   It’s owner, Draven was incredibly kind to her ; he even offered the woman to try out for their weekend performance slot just based on her looks alone. -- He didn’t actually know she could sing. 

    After her audition ; she was quick to earn the position along with a group of guys that would join in to form the band  “Ｍ Ｉ Ｓ Ｔ Ｒ Ｅ Ｓ Ｓ”  -- It had only been a few weeks since then, so only a couple shows had been preformed, however, just those two alone had given her quite the fan-base, albeit momentarily small. 

   With a purple venom in hand ; the raven beauty shot back her last swig before the glass rang gently against the counter-top ; long locks of obsidian silk swaying with her voluptuous figure as she turned to view the approaching visitors descending the spiral staircase just above head.             Out of the crowd , she instantly spotted a familiar face ; making her way over to him. 

“ 𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐨.” she began ; only to be greeted with a puzzled expression. “ 𝐀𝐡, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐡 ❓ --- 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐨. 𝐖𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐈𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐚 ❓ ”  

                 God. Hopefully he remembers or she’s gonna feel real dumb.