#theblackduelist

"I now call this meeting of the Kirito club to order."

In this sleepy, seaside town there was not much excitement to be had day to day. The occasional tourist would blaze through with all their new ideas and ignite everything in their path- but it was a rare occurrence that would happen only once every few years. No, the people living here valued their peace and traditions, as well as the normalcy of living quietly day to day.                   Amagiri Sachiko was one of them. She spent her days studying at home to finish her schooling and spent her nights sitting on the beach. She would go out to the ocean an hour before sunset with a small picnic basket, and perhaps a book or an art project or two, and stay until night had fallen- painting, reading, or sometimes even just sitting quietly as she took in the beauty of the world around her. She was content with the routine of her life, and couldn't remember a time when this had not been her habit. Rain or shine, one could find her there every day.

On one summer night, after packing up her possessions, Sachi headed home on the same dirt road she took every time. When she felt a light touch she paused and turned, surprised to see someone she had never met before. Clutching a picnic basket in one hand and a book in another, she looked up at the stranger shyly and gave him a quizzical glance.