Welcome to Tokyo, Japan. January, 1991. The world has entered the technology era, portable phones, home computers, internet, video games. Japan quickly became the epicenter of the latest and greatest. Companies and factories flourished. Where money was, people followed. And while many rose to live a comfortable, happy, and delightful life from this new found money... Others did not. You see, money has this effect on people that can't be outdone. People will do anything for it. And when it starts slipping into the wrong hands, it's impossible to stop. Benethe the day time laborers and the double-shift workers, a seedy underbelly of syndicates exists. Narctics, black market, organized crime, money laundering, you name it and it's been growing as fast as the upper world economy. While many do it just to stay alive, there's those who make it their posh lifestyle. Either way, there's only one question. What would you do if the money was good enough?
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[attr="class","campussub"] darling, you're a far-fetched dream.
[attr="class","campustag"] WRITTEN FOR Masaru Yori
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Naoko had to wonder how her grandparents managed to push her into another one of their schemes for the umpteenth time. The answer was quite clear and it lied deep in her psyche: she simply had the backbone of a jellyfish, and if you were aware of the sea-dwellers then you would know that they have no vertebrae at all. She knew they only had the kindest intentions in mind, it probably wasn’t easy living with someone as troubled as her, but their methods weren’t always appropriate. Since her escape from the daunting past, her visits to the doctors were frequent in the beginning but had recently slowed after they deemed her ‘healthy enough’ to function. Of course, doctors were only accurate when their patient was telling the entire truth, and while Naoko wasn’t the best liar it wasn’t all that difficult to pull the wool over their eyes. Naturally, her grandparents would eventually come to their own conclusion that her mental health was no completely subpar after a handful of events where she nearly passed out in public. [break][break]
So here she was, trembling legs leading her past the doors of the renowned clinic that her grandparents heard of from one of their many acquaintances. Apparently he was meant to be a genius and a god who could cure anyone afflicted with crippling anxiety- not that the young girl truly believed this, as much as she tried to convince herself this appointment would have at least some sort of positive outcome. The clinic itself wasn’t anything different from the various psychiatrists she’d visited in the past, the overall layout was your standard building. A receptionist waited for her at the desk, tapping her pen as she beckoned the timid brunette closer to her. ”U-Um..Nishijima Naoko, I should have an appointment with Dr. Kamamura?” She attempted to speak at a tone where the older woman could understand her, but she could tell by the furrow of her brows that she had barely caught her words. Seconds of tapping away at the keyboard passed before the receptionists eyes lit up in recognition and she motioned down the hall with directions being thrown in the smaller girls direction. [break][break]
”Oh! And we have a different doctor filling in for him today! But don’t worry, they have just as great credentials.” The blonde reassured with a tight-lipped smile, as if waiting for the patient to scurry off like she was meant to without a fight. [break][break]
After muttering her thanks, Naoko turned on her heels and began to follow the crystal clear directions. They weren’t difficult in the slightest, but the last minute onslaught of information left a sinking feeling in her gut. Things were already going differently than she expected and it didn’t do much to calm the bundle of nerves that wracked through her entire body. It was clear by the way she halted right in front of the somehow daunting door that second thoughts were beginning to fill her head- maybe she could come back another time? Surely her grandparents would understand? No, the fear of disappointment kept her from turning and fleeing, instead a dainty hand engulfed in a pink sweater placed itself on the metal doorknob. Sucking in a quick breath, Naoko twisted the knob and pushed the door open, only to be met with the sight of the presumed doctor in the midst of something. [break][break]
Without even looking in his eyes, as her own gaze dropped to the floor, she stuttered out an attempt at an apology. ”I-I’m sorry for barging in...the lady at the desk said I could come right in.” Her shaky tone explained, fingers clutching onto the sleeves of her sweater as her hazelnut orbs peeked out from beneath her similar shaded hair.
[attr="class","campussub"] darling, you're a far-fetched dream.
[attr="class","campustag"] WRITTEN FOR Ishida Bram
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Many would compare the bustling streets of Tokyo, Japan to a concrete jungle on a good day. And complete hell on a bad one. Unlike the calm of the countryside towns where you could stroll down a paved road to the nearest family-owned grocery shop without any struggle, you needed the willpower and strength of a thousand suns to get you through a metropolitan crowd. Whether you were a businessman chattering on your phone while making your way to work or an old woman hoping to visit your favorite boutique with your grandchild- if you didn’t have the necessary grit then you might as well count yourself out. The Nishijima politicians were masters at navigating the busy crosswalks and brutal sidewalks when they weren’t using their expensive car to drive themselves around, so it was only natural that they forgot the dangers of a simple shopping trip for a beginner. [break][break]
For their meek granddaughter Naoko, nothing was ever as easy as it seemed. She was someone who was fortunate enough to grow up in a smaller city, away from the general aggression of Tokyo’s streets. Therefore, she had no experience on her own in the renowned concrete jungle of Japan. So why was it that she was currently being shoved around in a cesspool of chattering citizens, purse clutched so tightly that her knuckles were bleeding a striking white? As antsy as Naoko was, it was crystal clear that she had a difficult time refusing the wishes of and thoroughly disappoint the grandparents that graciously took her in years ago. So when they began to complain about their joint pain and her grandfather got the bright idea to turn to the young girl and ask her to tackle their weekly grocery shopping, how could she refuse? [break][break]
In hindsight, maybe she should’ve listened when her mother would go on an unprovoked tangent about how pushy her parents could be when they desired a certain outcome. Maybe she wouldn’t be in this stressful situation if she did. Move! A masculine shout was thrown in her direction, followed by a rough shove to her side and a shocked squeak drew her out of the trembling trance that overtook her figure. Naoko had made the heart-wrenching mistake of halting right in the middle of a stampede, her feet unable to draw her any further than a handful of steps after witnessing the carnage of the suffocating crowd. As a result, she lost whatever moment she had in the beginning of her terrifying journey and was being tossed around like some inanimate object. Any fight within her dwindled down as her body was shoved by a particularly violent crowd, feet stumbling and barely keeping her from falling back onto her butt. [break][break]
Just as her petite body flew back for umpteenth time, a calloused hand settled on her dainty shoulder and completely engulfed it, effectively stopping the trajectory of her inevitable fall. Chestnut orbs widened to the size of dinner plates as a booming voice that once faded into the crowd was now being shot directly at her, fingers digging into her frail shoulder bone with a force that left her soul frozen. Slowly craning her neck, the tiny brunette was shocked into silence at the sight of the hulking man with an ominous eyepatch. Her lips parted as her barked at her once more, his words sounding muffled to her garbled brain that was struck with terror. It was clear that Naoko’s trembling limbs were not going to gain mobility any time soon, which left the two in a sticky situation until the giant of a man took matters into his own hands. Before she could even attempt to protest, her small body was yanked from its spot and she was unceremoniously pulled away from the wild crowd like a rag doll. [break][break]
Her eyes darted around as if silently begging for help from the bystanders or looking for an escape route, her precautious mentality believing that the large stranger was somewhat angry with her. In this moment, she had to wonder which fate was worse- this man’s wrath or a stampede of careless individuals. Her noodle arm was eventually released once they finally reached a respectable distance from the streets. Naoko left her gaze trained on her sneakers as she quickly slid onto the bench, tears springing into her chocolate pools while she mentally prepared herself for a rough lecture. Dainty hands folded in her lap, his disgruntled mumbling barely reaching her ears before she began to bow her head incessantly. [break][break]
”I-I’m so sorry! I..I didn’t mean to get in your- your way!” Apologies spilled from her lips like she was a water fountain, her watery eyes flickering from his face to his shoes. It was clear there was a misunderstanding, the timid young girl had a gift for assuming everything was her fault. ”P-Please forgive me...” Her head remained bowed after her final plea, lips turned into a frown as her short brunette tresses shielded her face.
[attr="class","campussub"] darling, you're a far-fetched dream.
[attr="class","campustag"] WRITTEN FOR ito masakoto
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The berry colored wine that sloshed around in the transparent glass was proof enough of the bundle of nerves that had yet to quell within the petite gal. Admittedly, Naoko was shocked that the glass didn’t fumble and slip from between her dainty fingers within seconds of reaching for it- maybe it was due to the person at her side being someone that didn’t reek of bad intent. Of course, it was only her nature to assume that each person she crossed paths with had some sort of malignancy in their intentions, but at least his hands weren’t attempting to sneak down her dress. What a world, instead of being able to enjoy a social gathering, a woman of age had to worry about some predator preying on them. [break][break]
In a last ditch attempt at normalcy, the trembling brunette attempted to bring the glass to her bruised lips- courtesy of the pearly whites that gnawed into her bottom lip moments prior to her fleeing into the corner. The second the bitter juice clashed with her tastebuds, her brows furrowed in subtle distaste, unable to hide the shiver that ran up her spine. It wasn’t her first time attempting to swallow down biting liquid that burned down her throat, but it never got easier. [break][break]
In the midst of her gulp, his sudden exasperated sigh caused the mousy girl to flinch and nearly choke on the wine going down her pipes. Gentle coughs flew from her lips, the wine glass being pulled away from her mouth with a fervent yank. Upon recovering from her soft spluttering, her first instinct was to attempt to apologize once more, but she was luckily able to stop herself before she warranted anymore disdain from the stranger. From an outsiders point of view, Naoko’s disposition and expression had shifted into that of a pet dog being scolded for its misbehavior. It had been years since she received a proper scolding, although scoldings back then involved far more....unconventional elements. Any possibility of speaking died in her burning throat, her lips tugged into a sheepish frown as her gaze shifted between the half-full glass and the poignant blue pools that motioned towards the crow of bumbling socialites, that resembled a pit of snakes, to prove his point. [break][break]
That head of chocolate tresses bobbed up and down slightly after each pause he took, in a feeble attempt to convey that she understood his lesson. ”Really..?” Naoko mumbled beneath her breath, doe eyes widening at the information that was settled in her lap throughout his lecturing. Her gaze followed his own, lips pursing at the memory of the middle-aged man’s persistent contact. For a moment, guilt settled in the pit of her stomach, her empathetic heart sympathizing and somewhat understanding his desperation. It was a trait she garnered from her dearly departed mother, the ability to sympathize with the scum of the earth. After a brief second of consideration, she relented on the idea of speaking her guilt aloud, not knowing what reaction she would rouse out of the obviously exasperated ginger. [break][break]
Her glance trailed from the mixture of expensive gowns and suits to the taller man by her side, his softer tone giving her the slightest bit of confidence necessary to look him in the eye. Dexterous fingers plucked at the baby pink fabric of her dress, the sudden image of a man in a wine-stained blouse and Masakoto leaping out of a window causing a wobbly smile to pull at her lips. ”That sounds dangerous...I-I’m glad you didn’t get seriously injured.” She instinctively eyed his form, as if ensuring that he wasn’t sporting a broken arm or some artificial limb. Realizing what she did, a red hue overtook her cheeks, silently hoping that he didn’t notice the once over. However, the flash of an encouraging smile esas enough to keep her from shrinking back into her stuffy corner. [break][break]
A sigh flew from her chest, shoulders losing an ounce of tension as they slumped downward. ”Thank you for helping me calm down...but I-I’m not sure if I can go back out there..” Naoko paused, hands motioning towards her neck, her gaze flickering back and forth from the ginger to the crowd in the center of the room. ”It feels really...suffocating in here.” her hands dropped back to her sides, teeth chewing on the inside of her cheek. ”B-But you don’t have to stay here...I’m sure you have something better to do than babysit me.” It was a stale attempt at a joke, but it was a step in the right direction now that a sheepish smile was settled in her face rather than a permanent frown.
[attr="class","campussub"] darling, you're a far-fetched dream.
[attr="class","campustag"] WRITTEN FOR ito masakoto
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It should not have a daunting task; anyone could handle one evening in such a grand place, even if the people were practically vultures waiting to swoop in. But Naoko was not your average young lady, the slightest drop of a pin could set her off and leave her trembling in her heels like a leaf in the wind. Any ounce of confidence carried her towards the table, but ultimately ran thin the second that the overbearing presence entered her personal space. It was only average for someone to grow uncomfortable with unwanted physical contact, especially with a malicious stranger, but surely it shouldn’t be enough to run them off into a corner. Right? Wrong. [break][break]
And now the walls of the minuscule corner that were once comforting were now beginning to close in on her with each strangled breath that slipped from her lungs. If only she wasn’t so naive, if only she didn’t lack a backbone to refuse the forceful invitation. The deep-rooted fear of displeasing the only people left in her life kept her from refusing, from keeping her heels rooted into the floor and standing by her own opinion. [break][break]
The hot tears that slid down her cheeks scorched the skin, the sound of constant chatter sounding akin to the buzzing of summer cicadas as she drowned in doubt. Even if her grandparents would understand her situation, what if her sudden instinct to flee wasn’t the correct move? She never even bothered to catch the older man’s name, too frozen to even budge a muscle at the time, and the possibility of him being a figure of importance lingered in the back of her mind. Her jagged nails dug into her noodle-like biceps, leaving crescent moons in the skin as she considered returning to apologize. But the anxiety that gripped her petite form refused to allow her any inch of movement. How could she possibly face anyone in the establishment in her current state? [break][break]
A clear voice cut through the buzzing of the background, the resounding noise causing her breath to hitch and her shoulders to involuntarily flinch. Cautiously, her chocolate pools peeked out from the blunt tresses that surrounded her tear-stained face to find that the male who approached her wasn’t the predator from earlier. Yet, this gave her no immediate relief, instead shame and embarrassment lifted onto her cheeks. His question wasn’t answered immediately, but a dainty hand that was still trembling attempted to grasp the thin stem of the wine glass with a curt nod for politeness. Hopefully, he didn’t notice her ragged breathing as she tightly grasped the glass, bringing it closer to her body but not yet taking a sip. [break][break]
Her gaze had yet to meet his own, but once it finally did, her posture somewhat relaxed upon finding that he wasn’t facing her. At least there was a chance for redemption. ”Th-Thank you..I’m fine..” Her shaky tone wasn’t all that convincing as her free hand reached up to rub at the remnants of tears that remained in her round orbs. His following words caught her attention once again, her red cheeks deepening at the realization that this stranger witnessed the entire scene. ”I-I’m sorry!...I didn’t mean t-to disturb anyone when I ran off..” Immediately, an apology slipped from her lips as she properly turned to face him, yet her eyes remained glued on the man’s dress shoes rather than his face. [break][break]
Rather than run off again, like every fiber of her being screamed for her to, she attempted to face the person who was kind enough to check up on her. Before she could continue to allow some frenzied apology to spill from her like a fountain, his brief introduction cut her off. With the white whine clutched close to her chest, she bowed her upper body respectfully before stuttering out her own name in return. ”N-Nishijima Naoko...sorry again, I-I’ve never been to one of these...things.” The brunette muttered the last part, voice trailing off as she motioned towards bustling socialites.
[attr="class","campussub"] darling, you're a far-fetched dream.
[attr="class","campustag"] WRITTEN FOR ito masakoto
[attr="class","oppa"]
Nothing should’ve been more suffocating than the feeling of black smog prying down your lungs. Yet, here she was, discovering something new every single day. The pinching of her white kitten heels and the baby pink buttons that held together her mother’s old dress was more of a prison cell than an actual one. It was rare for the antsy young girl to ever leave the safety of her home, but the pleading expressions on her grandparents faces and the promise of only making a brief appearance chipped away at her resolve until she was forced to swallow down her nerves and give in to their request. It was the least she could do- they clothed and fed her for years despite their turbulent relationship with her dearly departed mother. [break][break]
But the second they set foot into the fancy lobby of the looming building, regret clawed into her soul. [break][break]
The first sound that met her ears was amiable chattering and the clink of wine glasses, people dressed from head to toe in elegant clothing. Her grandparents initially described the party to her as a casual one that would begin in the afternoon and end sometime in the early evening. Obviously, neither of those statements were true, and Naoko couldn’t help but feel like a complete dunce for trusting them. They were kind people, but they had the awful habit of attempting to push her into tense situations with good intentions and an unawareness that they were only taking five steps back. Even at this event, the second they left the young lady alone she found herself sitting alone at a table decorated with lively flowers and dainty confectionaries. [break][break]
Her presence went beneath the radar of the bustling politicians and socialites, something she was grateful for, until a middle-aged man in a stuffy suit slid gracefully into the empty chair right next to her. His greeting was returned with a respectful nod, her brown pools trained onto her lap as she silently hoped he would take her brief response as a sign to leave her be. But, of course, he did not. The sound of his chair scraping the ground and a withered hand settling on her shoulder alerted her to the strangers sudden proximity. “You’re the Nishijima girl aren’t you? I heard that you’re still in need of a spouse is that right?” The hand on her shoulder tightened its grip, his question causing her posture to tense as her hands gripped onto her chiffon dress. Reminders to breathe fluttered through her mind, but they were futile as her breath hitched significantly from the unwelcomed contact. [break][break]
Any words died in her throat, her wide chocolate pools never once leaving her lap. Apparently, her lack of a response displeased him as he drew closer, fingers toying with her short brunette tresses whilst he eyed her. “C’mon no need to be shy, I’m trying to show my interest- oi!” Naoko’s body moved on its own accord, hot tears burning at her eyes and her legs trembling as she shot to her feet and sped away from the table. Fortunately for her, the stranger only scoffed and shook his head, too humiliated to give chase to the fleeing little lady. Only a handful of eyes witnessed the scene, none making a move to assist the frightened gal or scold him as if his behavior was normal. [break][break]
Finding a vacant corner in the spacious room where a coat rack would successfully keep her hidden from the world, she squeezed herself into it as the tears began to stream down her cheeks. Years of practice allowed for her sobs to remain quiet and stifled, her arms hugging her figure in an attempt to console the feeling of disgust that coursed through her veins. For a moment she had to wonder if this was how her mother used to feel, repulsed and alone amongst the forced smiles and grueling talks of business. Her head bowed, a veil of brown hair brushing past the nape of her neck, Naoko could only attempt to release the abundance of nerves and negative emotions bottled up inside through her silent tears and trembling body.
[TW: Mental abuse, physical abuse, fire, cult behavior, and more fire] [break][break]
When did the glow of a fire become my only comfort in life? [break][break]
It all began with Nishijima Rukia, the sole daughter of two fastidious politicians from Tokyo, Japan. With the public eye bearing down on the infamous family, perfection was shoveled down her throat since the moment she could speak. There was no room for error: one hair out of place meant no dinner, a low score on an exam resulted in isolation, any sign of undesirable traits were squashed before she could step foot outside. Unfortunately, this pressure was only doubled when her younger brother was pushed into the world- the little prince that they always wanted. He surely lived up to his expectations, gradually shoving his elder sister out of the picture. It was somewhat of a blessing in disguise and a double-edged sword. On one hand, the little bastard soaked up each and every last bit of her parents affection, but on the other hand this gave her a moment of fresh air. A brief second for her to breathe and rest her weary limbs. [break][break]
But the relief was only temporary at best. Rukia was naive to believe that she had a chance at a carefree life, that her parents would loosen their iron grip on her picture perfect image. Envy clutched at her soul, slowly budding into the sweet beginnings of rebellion. Throughout her teenage years, she attempted to befriend the delinquents of her school in a pitiful attempt to prove that she wasn’t as straight-laced as the media claimed. Slowly but surely the young girl wiggled her way into the group, even managing to snag the attention of one of the infamous bad boys. Since it was her first romantic relationship, she was easily tricked into believing that he actually loved her, no matter how obvious it was that she was only around for temporary relief. The beginning of her misconstrued idea of love, she relied on the attention and the validation from the second toxic man in her life right after her distant father. [break][break]
But everything must come to an end, and when her parents caught wind of this heinous relationship, they attempted to put a stop to it. Their seventeen year old, who had been an obedient pawn for a majority of her life, was not willing to bend to their regulations anymore and was insistent that her and her boyfriend would start a new life together. In the midst of this tension, onslaughts of morning sickness and fatigue began to bear down on her shoulders. One purchase from the corner store later would reveal the growing clump of cells in her womb. Despite the obvious misfortune of her situation, the disillusioned girl clung to the tiniest bit of hope that the universe would be on her side. As always, it was not in her favor. The revelation of her pregnancy sent her boyfriend packing and her parents into a catatonic state. [break][break]
In this frenzy of emotions, their daughters refusal to terminate the pregnancy left them with the grave choice to tarnish their reputation or disown the reckless girl. Naturally, their cowardice led them to choose the latter, throwing their freshly turned eighteen year old out onto the streets in the middle of the night. Their last merciful act was to send her off with an envelope of cash that would allow her to afford a train ticket and a year worth of rent until she could find get back onto her bearings. Rukia understood that staying in Tokyo wasn’t an option anymore; therefore, she made the decision use some of the lended money to take her to a smaller town known as Yokohama. Hoping for a fresh start, she found a dingy apartment that she could barely afford in a crowded neighborhood where she would eventually give birth to a healthy baby girl. Adapting would be difficult, but surely she could handle it, right? [break][break]
Wrong. Job hunting without a high school degree and a newborn that couldn’t be left without its mother for too long was rough. Fortunately, the close-knit community of Yokohama began to warm up to the newest addition, offering their assistance and advice. That was when she met him. Sugawara Kenta, the dashing salesman that lived two streets down with a friendly smile and a handsome face. Naturally, the pair grew close as he showered the lonely woman with saccharine words and pretty little lies to lower her defense. Much like a tiger stalking injured prey in the bushes, it didn’t take long for him to subdue her. In her jaded mind, the fantasy of having a loving and happy family filled each and every crevice. And once he noticed this, he took complete advantage of it. Slowly but surely, he began to mold her ideals and viewpoints to match his- such as wanting to participate in polygamous marriages and the intense desire to burn down their corrupt society amongst many. [break][break]
Naoko was only five years old when she was introduced to the mans two other wives and his ten children. Her mother was pulled deeper into Kenta’s screwed ideology after she agreed to become his third wife, soon coming to realize that the entire neighborhood was underneath this same hysteric spell. “Live by the fire, die by the fire” was their motto. During daytime, the neighborhood was mundanely average with friendly tenants and the abundance of children running around the streets. Adults hobbled back and forth from their day job while children were either babysat or sent off to public school. But at night the grown men and women would rally together in search of buildings to burn down in order to send a message to their government. Kids were often dragged along, gradually becoming desensitized to the destruction and mindless violence- all, except for the black sheep Naoko. [break][break]
Being biologically unrelated to her siblings and naturally skittish caused them to isolate and ignore her presence, dubbing her an outsider from the beginning. The young girls only true connection was with her mother, the woman that was losing herself in the midst of all the fiery chaos and her husbands turbulent moods. Naoko was always weary of the aforementioned man, especially after witnessing each and every one of his violent fits and his jarring emotional manipulation, and stayed glued to her mother’s hip. But the woman was slowly fading, each year was one year closer to her imminent death. No matter how much she begged her dear mother, nothing could convince her to leave his suffocating grasp. She left one cage and flew right into another. This would lead to her demise years later shortly after her daughter reached her 17th birthday. [break][break]
A recently abandoned hospital was their target one night, one that was forced to shut down after government funds were cut down. Her mother’s overall health was hanging on by a thread, often experiencing violent coughs and difficulty breathing that shook her awake at night. Despite this, she still trudged along like an ignorant marionette, with Kenta pulling each and every string. That night the group didn’t account for the danger of igniting a building of such grand size, too fueled by the disillusionment that was spoon fed to them for years. Gallons of gasoline later and the hospital was burning down to the ground, but one reckless movement would cause the fire to spread. Anyone with sense would’ve ran, and while the children did, the adults were urged not to run away from the very thing that they worshipped. Amongst these ignorant followers that chose to stay was her mother, who was not subject to being burnt but was taken from the earth after her lungs inhaled more smoke than she could manage. [break][break]
Truly alone in this world, Naoko gathered her last bit of courage to hop onto the next train that following morning, which led her right back to her mother’s past life in Tokyo. A minor roaming the streets was going to be questioned by the police, and once she revealed her name and some important phone calls were made, two older individuals arrived to identify the young girl. There was no denying it, once her grandparents laid eyes on the teen they couldn’t shake the haunting resemblance she held towards their estranged daughter. They were already retired and struck with guilt over how they treated their children, thus causing them to take in the last remaining evidence of their daughters existence. With nowhere else to turn, Naoko attempted to welcome this new beginning with as much graciousness as possible. [break][break]
But adjusting was never her strong suit. Without her mother’s comforting presence, each night was filled with night terrors that left her gasping for air and her fingers itching to wreak havoc. No matter how many methods she tried, nothing could soothe her wild nerves better than watching something crumple and shrivel beneath a fire. It started out small, with a lighter and some random book she nabbed from her grandmothers room, but soon she found herself sneaking out at night with a can of gasoline and a box of matches. Her grandparents remain ignorant to her criminal deeds, unaware of the horrors that haunt their granddaughter’s mind. [break][break]
Now twenty one, Nishijima Naoko hopes to overcome her nasty habits...before her petty crimes escalate into something she can’t handle. Will she ever overcome her trauma? Or will she continue to hide behind others and rely on the those ruinous nightly escapades?
