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Irreplaceable (chapter 1)

Deep blue eyes looked greacefully outside a glass window to the autumn scenery that graced the world. Yes, such adoring colors on leaves were seen only at this time. The one who took in the beauty of the scenery through the window was a beautiful blue-eyed girl.She was stunning, her pale skin in a marcolous contrast to silk-like black hair that cascaded to her knees. Her slender body and graceful appearance was true deffinition of Japanese traditional beauty, the indigo kimono, shortened to a few inches bellow her knees, adding to that effect.

This girl, only a mere fourteen years old, was Yukime Katsuo.

At this moment she was in a class at a school which taught the art of shinobi. This town in which she resided, Sakuragakure, was home to many a trained shinobi. She herself was soon to graduate. As soon as this happened, she was to take orders from village elders and leaders, fighting as a soldier and working as a stealth squad, but for now, she remained here in class.

She was at the top of the female half of her class. The teachers adored her accuracy and intelligence. Boys enjyed her sweet beauty.  Even though this was so, she had not a single person she could remotely call a friend. All the girls naturally hated her in jelous anger. She had often been mistreated and used.

For this reason, she grew silent in her life.

Yukime's eyes wandered about the space of the window's view. She had just recently switched seats with someone on the sensei's order, and had grown to like the autumn view of the new seat. She saw a bird's nest in a tree. Scooting closer to the window to get a closer look, she knocked her pencil off the table.

Maybe it was just this simple movement that triggered everything.

As she had turned to get her pencil up, someone else had gotten it for her.  She looked up. A boy sitting next to her held her pencil out to her in his hand. Yukime got a look at him as she reached out, whispering a small word of thanks.

This boy was unimmaginablely handsome. His skin was simmilar to hers. His eyes were the same color as the kimono she wore, a magnificent indigo. He wore all black, only a simple pants and shirt set, a jacket included, which was zipped halfway up. He looked to her, seeming to be as intrested in her as she was with him. As they returned to their normal seating positions, the continued to steal glances at eachother.

And so begins this passionate tale.....

Description
Irreplaceable (chapter 1)

Deep blue eyes looked greacefully outside a glass window to the autumn scenery that graced the world. Yes, such adoring colors on leaves were seen only at this time. The one who took in the beauty of the scenery through the window was a beautiful blue-eyed girl.She was stunning, her pale skin in a marcolous contrast to silk-like black hair that cascaded to her knees. Her slender body and graceful appearance was true deffinition of Japanese traditional beauty, the indigo kimono, shortened to a few inches bellow her knees, adding to that effect.

This girl, only a mere fourteen years old, was Yukime Katsuo.

At this moment she was in a class at a school which taught the art of shinobi. This town in which she resided, Sakuragakure, was home to many a trained shinobi. She herself was soon to graduate. As soon as this happened, she was to take orders from village elders and leaders, fighting as a soldier and working as a stealth squad, but for now, she remained here in class.

She was at the top of the female half of her class. The teachers adored her accuracy and intelligence. Boys enjyed her sweet beauty.  Even though this was so, she had not a single person she could remotely call a friend. All the girls naturally hated her in jelous anger. She had often been mistreated and used.

For this reason, she grew silent in her life.

Yukime's eyes wandered about the space of the window's view. She had just recently switched seats with someone on the sensei's order, and had grown to like the autumn view of the new seat. She saw a bird's nest in a tree. Scooting closer to the window to get a closer look, she knocked her pencil off the table.

Maybe it was just this simple movement that triggered everything.

As she had turned to get her pencil up, someone else had gotten it for her.  She looked up. A boy sitting next to her held her pencil out to her in his hand. Yukime got a look at him as she reached out, whispering a small word of thanks.

This boy was unimmaginablely handsome. His skin was simmilar to hers. His eyes were the same color as the kimono she wore, a magnificent indigo. He wore all black, only a simple pants and shirt set, a jacket included, which was zipped halfway up. He looked to her, seeming to be as intrested in her as she was with him. As they returned to their normal seating positions, the continued to steal glances at eachother.

And so begins this passionate tale.....