Hi this is my first attempt at a WHR fic and im taking a slightly different approach to it. Sorry if you dot like the angle of it but too bad. I swear it actually does have something to do with the series. You'll just have to read on to find out. This is the prologue.

PROLOGUE

Anima looked up from her book when American idiot was cut short when someone turned off her CD player. "What's wrong?" She asked looking at her roommate.

"The land lord says we were $50 short on the rent this week." Nibori said averting Anima's gaze.

"Are you sure? I thought I gave you the right amount." Her brow furrowed. Rent was $200 a week and she had sworn she had counted out four 50 dollar notes for Nibori to give to the land lord. She had a sneaking suspicion that Nibori had kept some of the rent for himself. Then again she just might have miscounted the money.

"I'll go down to an ATM and get the rest. I'll be back in about an hour okay?" Nibori nodded and left the room muttering something under his breath. Anima shook her head, got up from her desk and walked to her closet.

She didn't like Nibori, he barely paid rent and ate all of her food but Anima could never get around to telling him to move out. Every time she brought up the subject he would protest and say he brought the television and sofa. Personally Anima thought she could live just fine without any of that.

She glanced quickly out the window. It was a normal autumn day slightly cloudy, nothing to worry about. Anima tossed on a pair of jeans with great tears in the knees and a black t-shirt, she wrapped a green jacket around her waist in case it got chilly.

With Anima trying to pay her fees for university in Tokyo accommodation was limited. The place she was living in at the moment was a dump; an expensive dump. It was the cheapest building within a reasonable distance from her uni. It had a grand total of four rooms. Two bedrooms, a toilet and a kitchen and lounge combined. Anima worked hard to keep it clean; however that was a loosing battle thanks to Nibori.

The building itself was in a bad area. Across the road some construction work was being done and every morning the drills and forklift world start at about 5:30am. Life currently wasn't at its best.

The nearest ATM was roughly 5 blocks from her apartment, not very far and it was a pleasant day so she decided to take a longer way round through the park and past the industrial area.

It was just another Saturday and the streets were packed with bustling people hurrying to their destinations Anima hated crowds, they made her feel claustrophobic and insignificant so she was relieved when she got to the park.

Anima was just passing one of the giant sheds in the industrial area when she spotted an elderly lady in a wheelchair stuck in the gutter. She walked over to the old lady "would you like some help?"

The old lady's face crinkled into a smile. "It would be greatly appreciated if you could help me out of this blasted gutter."

Anima laughed and hoisted the chair out of the gutter and set it back onto the sidewalk. "Thankyou, but could you do one more favour for me?"

"Of course" Anima said straight away.

"Could you go around that corner and tell a young man that his dog was taken to the pound yesterday." The old lady smiled and wheeled herself off in the opposite direction.

Anima knotted her brow 'what a curious message' she let it slide though and walked around the side of the shed and into a cleared paved area.

The old lady stopped and watched the girl walk around the corner. Slowly she pulled out a short staff and with it carved a symbol into the dust. It glowed briefly then faded "now your one of us Anima."