The world was like a swirl of light and sound, with Shunsui stuck in the middle like a dwindling black hole. Sarah was stuck in a world of dwindling colour, grey and lifeless...would their meeting inspire a new dawn? ForewordSarah, a Japanese Historian, is stuck in a depressing rut. Her world feels small and insignificant as her partner seems to leech from her soul. Breaking free, she travels to Japan to follow her dreams and ambitions and meets Yamada, Shunsui, the largest private benefactor to her company. Shunsui is strange, elusive, and antagonistic towards Sarahs work ethics, which drives her to distraction.What will their dawn bring?[Shunsui: played by Gackt...Sarah owned by me, I do not own anything that I have not created out of my mind, and I am not making any money from this fiction. I am merely a fan wishing to show my imaginations...I also do not own the pictures either, I found them online.]                    Gackt as Shunsui                Sarah (photo not my own) ***Prologue:I sit, wrapped in a blanket, watching the rain pelt the depressingly gray city below me. Behind me Michael slept soundly, not aware of what I’m going to say to him as soon as he awakes. I should feel bad for my actions, but to be honest, I simply feel numb. Is it time for me to really say good bye to three years of my adult life?Michael, I know, will be overcome with emotion and admit to James about what we have done, but by that time I’ll no longer be in the picture. A soft white page flutters from my relaxed fingers. The position I’d applied for had finally accepted me. I can finally show the Historical Society what I’m capable of.I used to adore James, the innocent games we used to play, the soft affectionate touches we used to share. But now I’m placed second to a job that he does not even like. He’ll change his mind, in a month, or a year, and do something else. He is frivolous in that way, but I want the stability that he is not able to offer, I want to live off something that I’ve earned, not what I’ve been given.He will curse my name, I’ve accepted this. I also think he will not forgive me. It is hard to muster the energy to really care. Will he sit here, in front of this window, drinking himself into a stupor and curse the universe, wishing I was back by his side?The man behind me shifts in the garish orange sheets. Will you still love me, James, even though I’m going to tear your heart out? The thought gives me my first taste of emotion. I can feel the glee bubbling inside me.It’s funny, I wasn’t always like this. I used to be happy, I used to look forward to the sun rising and the day beginning. I used to be one of those girls on the street that would smile at strangers and help children and old people across the streets.Now, since you’ve sucked the life out of me, I am apathetic to the world. I do not care. Perhaps with this new opportunity, I can regain some kind of identity.I don’t care that you’re going to be hurt. I’m enjoying the chance to destroy you like you destroyed me.**He’s yelling at me, tears pouring down his cheeks as I sit still on the white leather couch. What is he expecting of me? Does he really think I’m going to break down and beg him to be kinder, for me to beg for forgiveness? I was meant to be gone by now, on the plane to Japan. It’s a shame that their frequent earthquakes stop all incoming flights. In the other room I can hear Michael rushing to get dressed, the horror of being found by his best friend.Although he blames himself, Michael was really nothing but a pawn. I knew how he got if he drank tequila, so I simply made sure that was all we had at home when I invited him for drinks. I moaned about how lonely I was without James near and dramatically draped myself all over him, wearing a slinky black dress. Men are so easily corruptible when a little cleavage is shown.I yawn, stretching my small body like a cat, not caring as James’ lecture reaches new heights with my boredom. Tired of the drama, I stand and walk out, my things already at my friend’s house. I can’t seem to find a reason to stay, seeing James break down wasn’t as entertaining as I had hoped. Do I feel bad? Perhaps who I used to be wasn’t as far away as I thought.I walk down the street, my hands tucked into the pockets of my black baggy pants. I didn’t want to go indoors at the moment. Just the thought of sitting had my feet itching. Was I really prepared to take this journey? Was I going for the right reasons? I couldn’t help but doubt, human nature, I guess. It was too late to back out anyway, everything had been organized for weeks. My revenge took longer to plan than my stay in Japan. I’m not going to feel guilty. I needed to do something to say good bye to my old life.Call me dramatic, I really don’t care, but this way, I can go with a bang and not worry about anything anymore. I used to be able to survive on my own, long before I met James, it won’t be hard to get back into the swing of things...it’s just like leaving for college, only one a larger scale.Damnit! I’m feeling bad for James! This wasn’t part of the plan! But it doesn’t matter now, everything was done, and the world continues to turn. Tomorrow, hopefully, I’ll be on the plan, leaving this country behind like it deserves to be. I hate it here, I know I don’t belong. Hopefully there will be a chance of something in Japan; I just don’t know what to look for.It’s been a few hours now, since I left the apartment. I pull out my phone to see if I had any messages. I know James; I know that he would be petty enough to send me a vicious email, or phone message. I think he finds that kind of thing as enjoyable as I do.I find a message from Michael, he screams at me through the message, cursing my existence and how I ruined his relationship with his best friend. I do feel really bad with that. I should have used someone I didn’t know for the revenge. But with him I knew what to do. A stranger would have been more difficult to read, to manipulate.Alone, lost, its how I’m feeling. I find it odd that these emotions I swore had been killed off, are now surfacing. Does that mean I’m not as uncaring as I thought? Urgh! I’m so over all these doubts and feelings. I’ve done what I set out to do and that is that. There is no point in questioning anything that is over and done with. I made my choice, now I have to live with that.