Genesis (open, nk)

When I was younger, my Father would tell me the stories of our people and of this world; Before time started there was nothing but endless darkness. The darkness started to breathe and its breath was Mist; the Mist soon filled the darkness and created a new being; a god of life, a god of death, a god of war and of peace and that god was called

"Fukawa!" An elderly woman yelled as she pounded on the bedroom door. Her voice traveled into the room and just barely over top of the multiple screaming alarms. One was on the floor, the other on a night stand and yet another on a dresser all going off in a dissonant unison in the bedroom. Pale moon light, that streamed between the cracks of the curtains that covered the large single window, cut through the gloom of the bedroom. The room was cover in open books on every surface, papers with notes and diagrams on the floor on the walls and worn scrolls open in precarious places and plates from yesterdays meals littered the floor. "There are people trying to sleep here!"

The woman's pleas were met with a groan as a lump on the floor covered in blankets and scrolls moved. An arm stuck out and it fumbled with the nearest alarm clock. The knocking and the yelling and the ringing sounded far away to the moving figure, as they opened their bleary eyes. They sat up, the blanket and scrolls rolling off. 

Unhurriedly, the child turned the alarm clocks off and the woman, satisfied, went away. That woman was Fukawa's mother and the yawning, stretching figure was Fukawa. Their long black hair pooled around them, it was a good thing that they took their make up off and day clothes before they fell asleep.

They had over slept. It was 3:36am and they had only wanted a quick rest. Since they had woken up so late, there wouldn't be time to study. With a sigh, they resigned to just getting ready for the day. 

Washed, dressed, eaten (a very large breakfast), ready for the day; Fukawa finished the dishes and grabbed the grocery list off the kitchen table. They didn't check the time before stepping out (but it was now half past six), Fukawa's yellow eyes were on the short list. Other few early risers were out and about. The morning air was cool and the sun was rising over the horizone breaking the night with bold yellows and soft reds.