i. how chaotic.

She is not a good person.

She knows this. She knows this all too well. She knew it as she committed so many sins and laughed in the face of others.

The thing is, Emmy Lee isn't a good person.

Nohara Rin is.

Nohara Rin is kind and caring. She's the type of person to feed starving puppies on the street and cheer with all her heart from the sidelines. She's the type of person to respectfully bow her head when she uncharacteristically breaks a rule and always look for a peaceful way out.

Emmy Lee is brash and manic.

Emmy Lee is the type of person to spit at her higher upper's feet to spite them and poison their tea when they start to bore her. She's the type of person to slide crack and God knows what else under a cop's nose, all the while smiling prettily. She's the type to waste her money on the dumbest of the dumb, yet effortlessly earn it back the next day. Legal or not is up for debate.

Emmy Lee and Nohara Rin are very different. They could never be the same.

Why doesn't anyone get that?

Emmy Lee could never move like Nohara Rin. She could never talk or think like her. Even how they eat is different! How they breathe! Nohara Rin and Emmy Lee are so drastically different, it's like comparing the sun and the moon. One is warm and happy, the other is feral and dark.

It's chaotic. Utterly, disastrously, chaotic how two souls, so different, end up likes this.

How to souls end up together.

As one.

Until they die.

Horribly, terribly, chaotic.

A/N- welp, that's that. This is my first story of ...ever, so it's pretty choppy. And crappy. And just generally shit. Ugh. Anyways, this is a bit of a prologue, but I hoped you liked it anyway. Scant out.