[url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UkNneW7m3YA]Somewhere[/url] hidden deep within the shadows of the University City, in a quiet and practically abandoned neighborhood, there stood an old four story apartment.

There, light was welcomed in by the curtain-less windows, whose cold stained glass went warm with bashful affection. Late August was a time of sweet smells and soft smiles that echoed the remnants of secret summers, which were hidden freshly under the many folds of memory. 

It was no different for the resident of this run-down apartment. 

In fact, it was safe to say that August meant more to her than anyone else.

While the hand of the overhead clock continued to peel away at the eighth month, a fresh coat of golden orange paint made the room glow, promising to no one in particular that August was here to stay. It was through these trivial battles against time that she found comfort. Cast aside by happiness, left in the dust by despair, the girl known as Oshita Kazuki spent much of her time locking herself out of reality through these senseless acts.

Lying motionlessly in the center of the small room, was a pale figure barely covered in her childishly pink sheets. Her hair, like tiny ropes, was scattered in all directions as if to keep the girl from being spirited away. A single leg stuck out immodestly from beneath the sheets, as if tempting the sun to join her under the covers. A weak grin with a just the right pinch of pain, made her usually stern face strangely attractive. 

Opening her mouth, she rolled from one side of her bed to another.

The sound of distant traffic echoed inside the silent room.

Even now, as time danced and cried in the city around her, she was lost in her dreamless sleep. 

From within the realm of her empty dreams, Kazuki could hear something faint. A soft tune, one that sounded like wind chimes, reminded her that she was in fact still alive. It reminded her that there was a warm sun burning somewhere, a musical of senseless chatter that had to be listened to, a love to be found.

She opened her eyes to find the familiar cracked ceiling. 

Mumbling something incoherent, the figure suddenly rose from bed in all dispassionate nudity, before making her way to the bathroom.

“Some bullshi-“ 

The bathroom door slammed shut, muffling the tired, but nevertheless, annoyed voice.

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Standing before a mob of students, many of whom had that nauseating smell of money, Kazuki let out a sigh before rubbing her brow.

This was the first time she had step foot on campus during a welcoming event, and likely the last. 

To think that people actually came to these things, what a j-

In the distance she heard the sizzling of cooking oil and banging of overworked woks, opening up the nose that she had refused to breathe through since entering this people pit, she took in a deep breath. The smell of food was majestic, her famished-self carried her from stall to stall, collecting small samples of the strange delicacies that she usually never had the chance to eat.

On the way, she nibbled intently off the small plate of goods, her once cold reflective eyes turning all mushy and intoxicated. 

To think that people actually don’t come to these things, what a joke!

Finding herself having wandered near a tall flag, she remembered that she had come here for a reason. Reaching into her ripped jeans, she pulled out a folded piece of fancy paper. 

She smiled before looking up at the flag that waved just overhead and those who surrounded it.

An old man, a boy that stinks of money, a runt, a sick girl, and a bottle-blonde.

“Hope I’m not late, Professor Gestalt.”

There was slight undertone of sarcasm, mostly because she didn’t care what he thought.

She wasn’t really interested in what he had to teach either.

She was here for the people, who for now, seemed interesting enough.