Since being found by the blonde Chigokai who had taken her in, Amaya had been attending the Academy. It had not been easy by any means though. It seemed her reputation as the daughter of a Shinigami, and the murder she committed, had proceeded her. Clutching her violin case close to her chest, she proceeded to exit the classroom. The lesson made her head hurt and the feeling of death was something she could not shake. It hung over the Shinobi that had been teaching them like a curtain. It had been so thick she could barely breathe. But Jiro had told her not to draw attention to herself or her "secret", as he liked to call it.
As she walked out into the Sunan sun, she shielded her eyes. The sun always hurt her, burned her skin. She tried to look at the sand, but the glimmer and reflection of the sun did little to aid her situation. Amaya sighed softly as she pushed a strand of black hair out of her face. She had been so concerned about the glaring sun and trying to keep it from burning her on her way back home that she had not noticed the two other Academy students behind her.
At least not until the larger of the two shoved her. Amaya let out a shriek of shock as she hit the ground. The force made her gasp softly as she felt her cheek scrape against coarse sand then smelled the familiar scent of blood, hands shaking too much to hold onto her violin case, which skittered a few inches away from her. But before she could reach for it, the shorter boy kicked it from her. He then bent over and picked it up.
The girl shakily rose to her scraped knees. She glared up at them, silent hatred in her eyes. The two boys, however, started to laugh. "Aw, did the freak get her feelings hurt?" the larger one teased her, taking a step forward.
Amaya did not bother answering. Don't draw attention to yourself... The words were like a mantra in her head as she repeated them over and over like a prayer. Her small hands clenched into tiny fists though, eyes welling with tears. Anyone who knew what she was capable of would have known that the tears were not a sign of weakness, but no one in this bright, desert village knew anything about her.
The other boy laughed, handing the violin case to the other. "Now let's see what's in here..."
"Stop!" The primal scream startled even the girl herself as she rose to her feet, unaware that she had even screamed out until the word had already echoed through the area they were standing in.
"Or what?" The violin case was soon discarded, thrown to the side by the boywith the unmistakable sound of wood breaking and splintering, her one escape destroyed before her very eyes.
Amaya, however, did not back up. She remained standing on shaky feet. Her whole body trembled lifted her head up finally, seeing the two boys in front of her. But she was shocked to see the crowd of curious onlookers. Most of whom were frozen, almost transfixed. Some of them were looking at her with fear, scared of what the strange girl in the red dress would be capable of doing.