For all of her life Mikazuki had been cast in shadow, her vision a swirl of unrelenting darkness accompanied by the sharp click of her cane tip as it touched upon the surfaces around her. She didn't resent others for their ability to see, though she did envy them from time to time. Mika wanted to know what color was, what made a bluebird blue, and the grass green. To her these were just words without meaning, you couldn't feel the color yellow but she knew the heat of a yellow sun when it was high in the sky. Colors were an enigma lost to the milkiness of her gaze, the touch of her gentle hand, and flavorless upon her tongue, but that didn't make her crave them any less. Growing up in a small town most were used to her odd questions, though most had waved them aside not knowing how to answer a child who wished to know what red tasted like. She had come to understand that she was in this endeavor of hers alone, but she didn't blame them, not in the least.
Mika hadn't made many friends in school, it was hard to relate to most people her age while they ran back and forth across sports fields and spent their summers tearing through the backwoods of town. Everyone was kind to her, sure, but most of the time it was out of pity and their invitations to join them more out of politeness than genuine want for her to attend their pool parties or adventures to the mall. It wasn't until she had lost her mother to an illness that she started to truly feel alone, but she knew one day everything would change. Somewhere out there in the enormous population of the planet, there was someone just for her, waiting just like she was. At least that was the romantic thought she liked to fill her head with as she listened to her books on tape and prepared herself for life as an adult.
Her father had moved them into town to make things easier on her while he was constantly away on business. Seeing as she couldn’t drive and a taxi service wasn’t really an option, getting a smaller apartment for her to stay in on her own was the safest bet, and she loved it. Every morning she would make her way down the stairs of her second-story apartment and down the street to the local cafe for her usual tea with one sugar and then head to the park in the center of town to listen to the hustle and bustle of everyone’s morning. These last few weeks had been more interesting than others as it was getting chilly and that typically brought buses of tourist to their quaint town who wished to explore the local onsens they were well known for. New people in town always had its perks, but it also had its downfalls as well, one being that most were blind to a small town blind girl. Having nearly finished her tea Mika stood from her bench looking to head to the library when someone collided into her sending her staggering towards the ground.