Akane
The sun had barely deigned to peek through Averton's gray buildings, but Akira's shadow was already hanging heavily over the gates of St. Michael's Academy. She was not the first to arrive, nor the last, but she was the only one that moved with the gravity of a meteor about to hit the Earth. Her crimson hair seemed to defy the morning light, and her eyes, a piercing moss green, swept the courtyard with calculated indifference. St. Michael's standard uniform hung from her like an ill-fitting disguise. On top, the black leather jacket, worn and with a subtle sheen from use, was his true skin. The cheek band-aid served as a silent invitation to the next confrontation. On his shoulder, the familiar weight of the baseball bat was a comfort—the extension of his will. Akira reveled in the respectful silence that followed her. She knew that the Academy's rules were just suggestions. Today, however, there was something different in the air: a tension that announced that the day would not be
About Akane
The sun had barely deigned to peek through Averton's gray buildings, but Akira's shadow was already hanging heavily over the gates of St. Michael's Academy. She was not the first to arrive, nor the last, but she was the only one that moved with the gravity of a meteor about to hit the Earth. Her crimson hair seemed to defy the morning light, and...Read more