Hi, this first chapter is more of an introductory chapter, and is probably quite boring because I wrote it. I was just playing my piano one day when I thought, hey! How do blind people play pianos? (weird thought) And then i decided to write a fan fic about a blind person. Can anyone find a name that would suit the character? Please enjoy!

The colours swirled around before my eyes, making me feel dizzy. A rainbow formed, only to be consumed once again by the darkness. It scared me. Why was it happening? And then the voices came. I could hear the same voice repeat itself over and over again above all the other voices. It was loud and clear, continually ringing inside my head.

"Until the end, I will shield your eyes from the horrors of this cruel world. And in the end, you will see what I have saved you from."

"What do you mean? I don't understand!" My voice was frantic and high pitched. I could barely recognize it as my own voice. To me, it could have belonged to anyone. I was scared, no, I was terrified. I needed to know what the voices meant. I couldn't live without understanding. But who was there to explain to me?

The colours once again swirled around before my eyes, before forming another rainbow. But this rainbow did not get consumed by darkness. It got flooded with white light. And with the white light came streaks of black, a number ten, a number four.

"This is the answer," and everything went black.

I woke up from the dream sweating like mad. My eyes were squeezed shut. My breathing was irregular.

'Calm down, Calm down,' I whispered into the still air. But the voice wasn't very reassuring. But at least it was my voice. I tried to calm down, but the dream voice still remained in my head. It wasn't the first time that I had had that dream, but it was the first time that I had heard the voice clearly. Maybe it was a sign. The colours swirled before my closed eye lids, decreasing in speed. It hurt my head to watch. So I slowly opened my eyes.

Darkness covered the scene, and I sighed in relief. My breathing slowed down and I stopped sweating. I thanked the darkness, and got up out of bed. The coldness hit me like a brick wall. Strong and painful. It was harsh, but I was used to it. I walked over to the window and opened the curtains. The warmer morning air rushed through at me, and I smiled. I loved the feeling of morning air on my skin. I wonder what colour it is…

Yes, I admit. I am blind. I have been blind for as long as I can remember. The darkness was welcoming, not unpleasant. I liked it. But I still dream in colours. So I probably wasn't born blind, no matter what my parents tell me.

"Oi! Blindy! Come down for breakfast!" My brother had called out to me for breakfast, so I must have slept in. I am usually the first up, but today I wasn't. I wonder what time it is. I walked back to my bed and felt my way to my bedside table. I pushed the little button on my clock, and it announced the time.

"Oh my gosh! I slept in!" I hurriedly got dressed into my school uniform. I didn't care how I looked (not that I could see anyways), so I didn't bother to brush my hair or take a shower. But I did remember to put my watch on, and to put the right shoes on the right feet. I picked up my book bag and walked out the door, to where my brother was eating breakfast. I ignored him, and asked my parents for a lift to school. They sighed, and started muttering stuff under their breath. I also sighed as I headed for the car.

I put the seatbelt on and waited patiently in the car for my parents to arrive. They must be talking about something that they didn't want me to know about, or otherwise they would have arrived by now. I winded down the car window, only to hear the end of their conversation.

"- this afternoon."

"Are you sure that it's the right thing?"

"Of course it is! There has always been someone or something protecting her, its not like anything will happen."

"But still…"

"Quiet! I will hear no more of this! We will talk when I return."

I quickly winded the window back down when I heard the drivers door open and my dad got in. I could feel him looking at me, and I just looked down at my book bag. I heard my dad sigh again, and start the car. He wasn't very happy today, so I decided not to ask him what the conversation was about. Maybe when I got home he would be in a better mood. And the whole way to school, the car was silent.

"Bye dad!" I called out to him when I left the car. I heard him mutter a reply before driving off. I stuck my hand out, and found my best friend at school waiting for me faithfully. Everyday, he would always be there waiting for me. I looked down at the handrail, my best (and only) friend. I slung my book bag over my shoulder and walked forward. Without the handrail, I would be completely lost at school, and would continually need someone to help me around. I don't like being dependent, so I try to do as much on my own as possible. But it would still be nice to have some friends…

I arrived at my roll call room just as the bell went. I usually made it with 10 minutes to spare, and my teacher was surprised that I had only just made it. I could feel everyone's eyes on me, so I looked down. I don't know why I bother looking down, for I can't see. But it's the normal thing to do in that situation, and I like feeling normal. Maybe that's the reason that I walk around with my eyes open.

I stood in the open doorway, looking stupid. The reason I usually arrive early was so I could sit wherever I wanted to. But now I didn't know which seats where free and which weren't. I felt myself blush, took a step forward. My foot got caught on something and I threw out my arms to steady myself. Phew, I didn't fall. But my book bag did. Before I could grab it, it dropped to the floor and my books flew out.

"Crap," I muttered, and bent down to pick up the books. I reached out my hand, but felt nothing. I felt all around me, but couldn't find the books. And now the whole class was laughing at me. I gave a little jump when I felt a hand close over my hand, and pulled me to a standing position. I just stood there looking like an idiot when I felt the book bag being placed into my open hand. And it was heavy.

"Thank you!" I said gratefully, and the whole class laughed again.

"No problems," Replied a voice from behind me. So that was why the class was laughing at me. I was facing the wrong direction. I started to turn around when the bell went again. I sighed in relief and walked out the open door. At least I didn't have very far to walk. I could escape the laughing quicker. Or maybe not, for I felt someone walking beside me alongside the handrail. I stopped for a second to pretend to check my bag, and the person beside me stopped as well.

I started walking again, and the person next to me started again. I sighed, and just let it go. Maybe they had a reason. I arrived at that reason 2 minutes later. Part of the handrail was missing.

"Construction works," Mumbled the person beside me, and I recognized the voice as the one who helped me before. I held out my hand, and the person grabbed it and pulled me forward. I got dragged along the hallway, and then got pushed into a class room. The person behind me vanished, but not before whispering in my ear that the handrail was to my right. I grabbed it thankfully, and made it to my assigned seat. At least my English teacher left a seat aside for me, unlike my roll call teacher.

I sat down and pulled my English book out. I fingered the Braille for about a minute, when the bell rang. But I couldn't concentrate on my work. All I could think about was my dream and the voice that helped me today. It sounded familiar. But I couldn't quite place it…

"Sorry I'm late, but my locker is on the other side of the school,"

"That's ok, just hurry up next time,"

I snapped out of my thoughts as I heard the voice again. Maybe that's why I had heard it before. The person was in my class. I heard the chair next to me scrape on the hard linoleum, and I realized that the person was sitting next to me now. Maybe it's because all the other seats were taken. Nobody ever did like sitting next to me.

English flashed by in a blur, and I didn't remember one word of it. All I could think of was the person next to me. And the realization I made. It was the voice from my dreams.

I packed up slowly, still thinking about what it meant.

At recess I sat against my special tree, which was only a two meter walk from the hand rail. I pulled out my lunch, and smelled the delicious scent. My parents really knew how to cook. I lifted it too my mouth, and it was whipped out of my hands.

"Come on Blindy! Come get your lunch!" I heard the mocking cries of my classmates. I reached out my arm and the food was placed in it, only to be grabbed away from me a second later. I sighed in defeat, knowing that there wasn't anything I could do. I never did end up eating lunch anyways.

"Please give it back," I said, rather pathetically. They laughed, and I heard them run off. I sighed, and closed my eyes. I felt the cool breeze brush against me, and breathed in deeply. As I was breathing out, I felt someone sit next to me. I opened my eyes, and looked in that direction. At least they would think that i was normal…

"Hi! I am…"

"I know who you are, you don't need to tell me." It was the voice from my dream. Sorry, the voice of my class mate. My hand was out for them to shake, but when I heard his reply, I quickly drew it back again. But he grabbed it, and put some food in it. My food.

"When did you…?"

"It doesn't matter. Just eat, you look hungry."

I hungrily ate the food, before realizing I should thank him.

"Thank you, umm…"

"Toushirou."

And I was left alone again. I sat under the tree thinking. So he was called Toushirou. Why did that name sound so familiar? I didn't have time to figure out why, because the bell started to ring.

The rest of the day passed in a blur, until it was time to go home. I heard the bell ring and chairs scraping, and then silence. And I was still sitting in my chair, holding my history book wide open. I snapped out of my daze and packed up quickly. I could feel the cool afternoon air on my skin as I walked outside the building, towards where my dad said he would pick me up. I arrived at the bench, and sat down to wait. He was usually on time, why wasn't he today?

I clicked the little button on my watch, and heard it announce the time. 6:00 pm. It has already been three hours since school has been let out, and my dad still wasn't here. The cold air bit at my exposed skin once again, and I started to wonder why our school uniform was so short. I pulled my socks up higher, and wrapped my hands around myself. I didn't know what to do. I was all alone. And I couldn't see what I should do.

I felt someone sit on the bench beside me, and felt immediate warmth. It was because the person was sitting close to me, and they seemed to also be in my school's (extremely short) uniform. I shuffled a little away, uncomfortable with being so close. I did wish for company, but this company felt a little weird. Why was he shuffling closer to me? There wasn't that much room left on the bench on my side, because he had all the room.

"Why are you shuffling away? You seem cold. Come closer, it will keep you warm," The words in themselves were harmless, and I felt like listening to him, but the voice said otherwise. If I could see, it would probably be coloured black and red. For deep and dark intentions. That is what I felt. My suspicions where answered when I felt the boy sling his arm around my shoulders. The length of his arm and deepness of his voice suggested that he was in eighth grade. So he might not know that I was blind.

"You're pretty cute, you know?" He drew me closer to him, and I tried to push him away. But I was too weak. I knew what he was trying to do, but I couldn't stop him.

"Please stop!" I shouted at him, but it only came out as a whisper. I felt his hand travel to my chest, and start undoing the top button of my blouse. I hit his hand away, but it had no effect. I felt his face draw closer to mine, and I squeezed my eyes shut. Not that it did anything. I started to feel pressure on my lips, when the boy was flung off me. And this time I welcomed the coldness of the night as all the warmth vanished. I stood up to run away, and immediately fell over my clumsy feet.

My face smashed into the ground, and I could taste blood. I opened my mouth to scream for help, and I swallowed a mouthful of dirt. I sat up coughing, and heard footsteps coming my way. I felt someone draw near me, and I pulled my arm back, and smashed it into their face. I must have caught them by surprise, for I heard them back away with a little shout of surprise.

"I'm helping you, you idiot!"

"Sorry, sorry! I thought you were someone else," I stammered my apology, for the voice belonged to none other then my dream voice. The voice of Toushirou. I felt him grab my clenched fist and help me to my feet. That felt familiar…

"So why are you still out here?" The words, again, were harmless, but the voice… This one sounded like it sounded like it wanted to help.

"My dad never picked me up this afternoon…"

"Would you like me to take you home?"

"THAT'S IT!" I finally know which colours his voice would be.

"Huh?!"

"Don't worry about it," I blushed, and looked down. Damn those stupid reactions. I mumbled my address under my breath, and hoped that he could hear it. And he could.

"But that house was sold! Some new people live in it now…"

"Shit." I felt myself sway. I heard my parents' voices inside my head.

"- this afternoon."

"Are you sure that it's the right thing?"

"Of course it is! There has always been someone or something protecting her, its not like anything will happen."

"But still…"

"Quiet! I will hear no more of this! We will talk when I return."

I now knew what they meant. I felt wetness on my cheek, and it wasn't the blood that I had tasted earlier. I was crying. I fell forward and remembered no more.

Did you like the story? Please review, and help me come up with a name for my character. Next chapter will be from a different point of view, so we can figure out how she looks and stuff... Hope you liked it!