And now for something completely different! I've had this idea in my head for a while now and thought I'd run with it and see how it goes. This is just the prologue to the story so don't expect too much details. One of the mysterious main characters is introduced here (you'll be able to figure out who it is with no problem hopefully :D).

This is a KHR story but the plot is completely different and I'm looking forward to writing this one! So I hope you'll enjoy this little intro, and feel free to post a review or even message me your thoughts about it!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters from KHR because I am not worthy! :D

Without further ado….

PROLOGUE

The bright sun made it's slow descent over Namimori, and as the night crept closer the congregation of warm colours that filled the sky began to turn dark. The striking end to a reasonably worry-free day, and the beginning of another dull and uneventful one for most. But for one boy in particular the following day would be far from peaceful, it would open numerous doors that should very well stay closed. The next day would shake his resolve to the very core.

That's why he was here. It would all end with him. He was his only hope, the only way he would get out of it all unscathed and more importantly: alive.

On a tall hilltop overlooking Namimori Middle school a dark, hooded figure sat cross legged upon the grass, completely and utterly still like a mannequin. Only the rise and fall of his chest showed that he was indeed a living creature.

He surveyed the land before him with some interest but his gaze was constantly drawn back to the school, an eerie figure in the darkening scene before him. The building itself was strangely dark, more so than any of the other buildings in Namimori. It looked a haunting and menacing presence in the darkening scene before him. It immediately stood out.

It was almost the person was searching for something, something that could not be perceived with a single glance. He was waiting patiently for something to appear, had been for hours. He had been there since midday, just looking. Waiting for that something. His legs had fallen asleep four times since he had first sat down on the relatively damp grass. He had stretched them out more than once to regain the feeling but had made no attempt to get up. As though he was afraid that if his gaze lost focus of the target he would miss something important.

The observer had a slender figure and sported modern clothes that suggested a young man, the little skin that was on display was youthful and mostly smooth except for the odd scar on his hands. Expensive chains clanked together on his pant-leg as he crossed and uncrossed his legs in agitation. He sighed. It had finally become clear to him after nine whole hours of sitting and waiting that nothing was going to show itself.

He gave a long, tired yawn and stretched his weary body. It had been a long day, not to mention a long flight, and he had barely slept in over 48 hours. He was exhausted, but maintained that time he would normally use for sleeping was being used for something important.

The young man suddenly threw his head back to look at the sky but his hood did not fall back with the motion. The dark hood of his jacket remained fixed to his head but a few strands of silvery hair shook free and framed each side of his youthful face. He brushed a hand over his face, pushing the strands that had fallen over his glasses behind his ears before returning his hands to his side once more.

The youth looked upward, now completely still, just gazing as the world grew dark with the night. He sat still for a while, until night had finally fallen, and then fished for something in his jacket pocket. He pulled out a cigarette and eventually a customized silver lighter adorned with skulls. He lit the cigarette with perfect precision aided with the little light that came from the orange flame. It was the first cigarette he'd had that day and he was disappointed with how unsatisfying it was.

He threw his head back once more, took the cigarette between two thin fingers adjourned with silver rings, blew the smoke out slowly and watched as it drifted upward. He sighed as he stared at the cloud of smoke, the sense of nausea slowly creeping into his stomach. Cigarette's and nausea did not go well together.

"This case better be worth the fucking jet-lag…"

To be continued….

I hope the story managed to intrigue you enough and that you'll continue reading The Lingering! As usual let me know your thoughts. Thanks for reading!

Alla prossima (until next time!) feel free to correct lol.