[ † ] Maya

On that ordinary dayI found out that I was dead...
Why does life have to be so hard? Why is it always filled with so much problems? Why are people suffering so damn much? I still can't seem to find the answers to these questions. My name is Maya Nagakura Yamazaki. I was born on September, 2 and I'm a proud sixteen year old Sophmore Student at Izumaki Highschool studying to become a Crime Scene Investigator.
I'm quite different from everyone if you haven't been able to tell. You see, I'm not a human like everyone thinks I am. I'm a half wolf demon. Yes I have these "kawaii wolf ears" but they don't always come out. They come out every few times, I've learned how to control my half demon state quite a bit.
I have one red eye and one blue eye, which makes me a "cursed child" to regular people that I meet which, in reality, doesn't matter. They can think whatever they want about me as long as I know I ain't a cursed child. Jeez, the brain's of people these days are full of stupidity. Anyways, I don't have an all that great of a past; it's full of violence.
My mother's name was Himeko Yamazaki while my father's name was Kane. My mom had fiery red hair and soft curelean blue eyes. She was always a shy person around people. My father, on the other hand, had jet black hair and crimson blood red eyes. He was always a fiesty guy that was always looking for a fight I guess you can say. He was more aggressive. I got along with them perfectly well, needless to say. Yeah you noticed right? I got the eyes of my parents. Feh, go figure.
When I turned to be six years old, my little sister was born. Her name was Sadako Yamazaki. She had silver hair and blue eyes just like my mother. She was just like my mother; shy. I guess that's no surprise.
Let's rewind back a few years back no? A year before I was born, my brother was born. His name was Mouko Yamazaki. He had raven black hair and crimson eyes just like my father. He was just like my father; aggressive and itching for a fight. That's no surprise either.
Well, let's continue where we left off eh? I grew up like any regular child. People in my school accepted me, no matter the color of my eyes. They never thought of me differently because of this. My life took a huge turn though when I entered Junior High.
In the sixth grade, I got home and found my parents slaughtered in there rooms late at night. My brother was nowhere around as usual and my sister had been sleeping over a friends house. I ran away as fast as I could from home and ended up in a forest unconscious from exhaustion. I woke up later at an adoption center.
Everyone there treated me as if I was an animal. Heh, well thats no surprise. I was adopted by a family of three later on and grew up at there house. I made friends with there son, Taro. His parent's though, were very abusive of him and myself. Every night I would either get whipped, punched, kicked, or starved or get locked up for the rest of the day or a bit of everything. Yeah, and people say I live a good life. How pathetic.
I grew cold over the years because of this "torture" and changed drastically. When I turned to be sixteen years old, the house was burning down, and my friend Taro, risked his life to save mine. Tragically, he died in the fire. Let me rephrase that. His own damn father killed him. I ran away as fast as I could once again and found myself in the same forest I ended up many years ago. I hadn't attended school since that accident.
I lived in the forest ever since that accident as well. Within the next few months, I "bumped" into new people, and surprisingly, they didn't think of me as an animal. They actually liked me. That cold attitude I used to have was slowly melting away and my old emotions and feelings were awakening.
Now here I am today, just your enigmatic average teenaager seeking for answers and just living life to its fullest. I have a new motivation to continue living: my friends. I live only for them. If only one of dies, I think that would be the death of me.
Well, now that you know my past and my present life, I guess I don't mind telling you a few more other things. Erm, well, people tell me I'm a very kind person, a little "crazy in the head", aggressive at times, can be hyper when in a really cheerful mood, and a big trouble maker. Oh yeah. One thing I forgot to mention. I am famous for my smart ass remarks so watch it.
I rather not say how I really am because if I do I would be lying/ Oooh aggressive and shy, don't those words sound familiar? Yeah, that explains why I have different colored eyes. They each hold my mother and father's personality. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that one.
I like a few things, but boy, do I hate a lot of things. I wouldn't mind meeting you, ya know, but hey, don't lay a finger on my friends, cause if you do, I will seriously hurt you and make you regret the day you ever met me...