Chaos is known as the being that never became a star. It is everywhere and yet nowhere at the same time.
Neither good nor evil, the ultimate expression of nothingness. The antithesis of the cosmos, creation itself.
Although Chaos claims to be the very state of existence from which the first entities appeared, it cannot form into the entity it wants most.
So it has been cursed to stay in the form of a dark and shapeless void. Floating between existence and nonexistence.
Longingly watching as stars are constantly born and lives are lived. The seeds of malice had been planted, flourished and transformed Chaos into the purest form of evil.
The boy stared at the man's hand with an expressionless face for what seemed like minutes. Inside, he felt annoyance at this man. WHy was he bothering him when he clearly didn't try to start a conversation or need anything from him. Didn't he think it was weird to talk to a kid much younger than him? His attention was soon shifted back to the tower. "No. I'm just enjoying the view. Something wrong with that?" Th question came with a narrow glare.
Rakutsu had an appreciation for the tower. The landmark had a certain beauty to it that always made his day when he passed by it. Almost like the Tokyo sky tree that can be seen from anywhere from within the city. Gazing at it was a past time best spent along in his opinion.
The boy felt himself hit the ground with a bit of force but didn't show any signs of pain like one normally would. This was because he was too occupied by being nearly frozen stiff from being outside for so long. It was almost painful just how cold he was. He didn't even bother to get up and decided to stay on the ground for another minute so his body can warm up a bit. Still, it would do him some good to get the door closed at least since the cold air from outside was hitting him on the back.
Moments after his arrival, he started to hear heavy footsteps from in front of him along with their voices. It was clear enough for him to make it out that there were two people coming towards him. One of their voices sounded like a female's and was a bit sarcastic in his opinion while the other was a male's, who was actually worried about him. His eyes being closed might not be doing any good since they think he is dead right now.
"I'm ok." The boy called out to the two and slowly got up from the ground, taking his coat off of his body. "I was just too tired from hiking through all of that snow. Hold on a second." Walking pass Julius, he grabbed the door and closed it shut so the cold air would stop entering.
To say that he was having a bad day would be a big understatement. He should have been in the warmth of his home instead of hiking through knee deep snow in the middle of the city. His school was at fault for that. In their infinite wisdom, they decided to have the school open unlike other schools, who were closed because of the blizzard. This only proved to make them look stupider after having to send everyone home early. The storm started to pick up again not long after the first class and everyone could have been trapped if they didn't leave.
As much as the school was at fault for staying open, he can only blame himself for going in the first place. His initial thoughts weren't the same that morning. At first, he didn't think too much about the storm and wanted to get ahead in his school work. This simple-minded thought would prove to be his downfall. Being in the storm felt as if he wasn't even wearing a coat. The cold went right through the material, completely ignoring it.
He can't take it anymore. It felt as if his instincts were screaming at him, telling him to get inside and away from the cold. The boy listened to them and found himself in front of an office building. He pulled himself inside with as much strength as he can muster and fell on the ground as soon as he entered the building.
Rakutsu held his face downward in a small angle as the snow came down from the sky in a sideways path. His backpack was held over his head by his arms, to help block the path of the fast-moving snow. Try as he might, he still was assaulted by the endless stream of snow that befell this city. Normally, he didn't make a habit of not looking at the road, but this was different from all other days. No one was stupid enough to drive in terrible weather like this.
He shouldn't even be out here. The blizzard was bad enough that it stopped a lot of people from going about there business like they do every day. He would have been inside, but thanks to his father this wasn't happening. The man came down with a serious cold because of the weather and didn't have any medicine for it in the house. Naturally, it fell to him to walk over to the pharmacy and get it for him. Honestly, he had half a mind to let him suffer in his bed for a while. Maybe that will teach him to be mindful of what they do and don't have.
However, he had enough sense to leave the house and brave the storm to buy the man's medicine. Hell, he might even need it if this storm gets him sick. Rakutsu can feel his head bump into the back of a taller man's and staggered back. "Sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going." He looked up, mildly surprised to see the same guy he met not too long ago.
At first glance, Rakutsu is a young teenager nearing the peak of his adolescence. It's common to mistake him for a tourist due to being Japanese. This is false. He was born and raised in Tokyo until turning four where his mother married a Frenchmen and moved to New Paris. The very few people who know about him in school will say that he is very quiet, well behaved, the image of a model student. This brief description of him is shattered if one were to know what his life outside the well-kept halls of his school is.
The young teenager is not one to be kept locked up in his house all day, especially when his father is home. He finds more comfort roaming the streets of the city. He spends his days taking in the sights, eating at restaurants, and browsing the stores. It's not all great. For a while, he seems to have a talent for getting into trouble that someone his age should get into. Fights, arguments, and other situations where things got violent. He even remembers a few times where the police had to intervene. Most cases involved gang members that roam the streets. However, he was never scared nor did he fear the goons who might try to get back at him. He even welcomed it.
Friends: It was never easy for him to make friends. This was mainly due to him never taking the initiative to start a real conversation with someone as well as how blunt and mean he always came across. This pushed back anyone his age who might want to try to be near him. This isn't to say that it's impossible to be near him. It usually just takes a good icebreaker to help get things going. He'll mainly see someone as annoying without one or a reason to talk to him.
Enemies: This is very easy. Rakutsu hates people who are arrogant and full of themselves. However, he hates people who hurt others for no real reason over all else. Those types of people, like the gang members, end up meeting his fist or his baton.
Love: Make it into the friend zone. Then we will see what happens next.
The tower. Oddly enough, it was one of the few things that made him think about the beauty of this city. It was a good reminder that there was something pass all of the ugliness and filth that filled the streets he became so familiar with. Halloween night was starting to make him feel a bit different about that now. Looking at the landmark only made him think about the horrors of that night. The skeletons rising as if hell had rejected them. The screams of children as they hugged their parent's dear life. It was all fresh in his mind.
However, the incident that happened that night was the most rememberable. The one with the mother. In his desperate attempt to fight against the invading forces, he noticed a parent and her child didn't flee with all the other festival goers. It made his instincts roar at him, telling him to do something about it. However, he couldn't. The cut on his back distracted him from it and cost a mother her life. He felt nothing, but angry when remembering this. His fists were clenched rather tightly as a result of this.
The sound of someone calling out to him was what calmed him down enough to seem like a functioning human being. A tourist? He turned his head to get a look at the adult with an eyebrow raised. His confusion only lasted a moment though. He was a Japanese boy in a foreign country, far from the land of the rising sun. It only made sense for someone to think he was just here to see the sights. "Local." He answered, with a cold tone that didn't match with his age at all.
It was something he was familiar with. People confusing him for a tourist due to being fully Japanese. It was a topic that was tiresome, so he resorted to one work replies such as the one he just gave.
He felt a chill run down his spine that made him slightly shiver. The cold november air was another sign that allowed him to know of the changes in the weather. The unbearable heat of summer had long been replaced by a coldness that would make anyone feel uneasy. A sign that told him that winter was on its way. It was still the middle of fall technically, but that won't last very long. Time has a weird way of flying by like that after all. Just like the time of halloween night.
It happened nearly two weeks ago, but the events were so fresh in his mind that it was as if it all just happened. What seemed like a simple night to clear his head with a walk turned into a scene ripped from a horror movie. He probably could have convinced himself that it was just a dream. A horrible nightmare that was the product of working himself too much, but he would only be lying to himself. His body was proof of that.
It was hard to tell, but on his body was a series of bandages. They were wrapped around his head, back, and left arm. Places where he received wounds from fighting the skeleton army. The ones on his head were slightly covered by his white hat. He would have been in worst shape if he kept fighting. Thankfully, his body convinced him by reminding him of the gash that was on his back. Thankfully, someone called an ambulance for others who were injured by the skeletons.
He stood in bed for a few days, but soon he felt the need to pull himself out of bed and walk the streets. All the way back to where it happened. He lost track of time as he stood there, simply watching the tower, where the lightning struck.
With no enemies in sight, he was able to take a moment to catch his breath for the first time since the battle started. The adrenaline in his system was finally slowing down, allowing him to fully realize the situation after staring at the gun in his hand for a few moments. His gaze went back to the patrolman on the ground, laying on his stomach with a pool of blood under him. "What the hell..." Backing away, he muttered to himself in shock.
This was no sleep deprived induced dream he had whenever he stood up late to study or when he felt like binging his favorite anime. What was happening was as real as the dead that lay around him. It was a situation ripped straight from some horror novel where the gates of hell rip open and the undead are fully free to roam the earth. Could this be happening in other parts of the world at this very moment? Is the end of humanity actually here?
The sound of a woman screaming slapped him out of his own mind and back to what was now his reality. The source was a mother, who was running away from a group of three skeletons wielding swords. Her high heels weren't helping her situation as she was having trouble running in the women shoes. The lack of experience caused her to fall to the ground as the skeletons were closing in on her.
Another pair of shots burst out from his gun, claiming the undead by ripping through the skulls. His gaze aimed for the third, ready to finish it off like the others. Only for him to feel an unbearable pain on his back. A pain caused by the blade of a skeleton slashing across his back. Fresh blood soaked the back of his shirt as he fell over, but somehow managing to catch himself on a knee. Clenching his teeth, he twisted his body around and shot at the skeleton that attacked him. The point blank shot killed the undead with ease.
Another ran at him, but he lean to the side so the swing only grazed the side of his head. Another shot and another undead killed. The gun was empty so he grabbed the sword of one of the fallen undead and rushed the one he forgot. He managed to cut it down without any problem but was too late to help as a stab wound was present on the mother's back.
tl;dr Saw a mother being chased by 3 skeletons Shot down two of them only to get a cut to his back by another Worked through the pain and shot his attacker Got a cut to the side of his head by another before shooting it dead. Took a sword as his gun was now empty cut down the final skeleton, but was too late to help the mother Skeletons killed: 5 Rakutsu's total kill count: 10
Rakutsu was someone who always stood out in a crowd. This was always unintentional for him as he simply wanted to be left alone to his own devices. He was told that it was how he held himself unlike other kids his age. How he was so deadly serious that anyone near him could feel it. They were just exxagrating. Tonight was a similar case, but one he had no trouble wrapping his head around.
Unlike most young teenagers his age there was a lack of a proper halloween costume on him. It was a bit surprising for some who saw him seeing how young he was. It soon dawned onto him that coming out here might have been a mistake after being told to enjoy himself multiple types. The idea of going back home and locking himself up in his room was extremely tempting. The only reason this didn't happen was because he reminded himself why he decided to come outside in the first place.
He wanted to take advantage of any chance he got to leave the house when his father was home at the same time. Yes, they ignored each other, but the air in the house was suffercating with the two of them there. The streets were beginning to seem no different either after an hour of walking around. Turning on his heels, he begun to make the trip back home. Maybe some anime will calm the nerves?
His pace picked up at the sight of dark clothes in the sky. He didn't like the idea of being caught in the middle of a storm. The sound of terrified screaming was the only thing that made him stop to investigate. A patrolman was running out from around the corner only to be cut down by a animated skeleton. Seeing something like this only made him freeze up in fear as he was in front of something that was only in fiction until now. Still, he can't stand around if he wanted to live.
The skeleton advanced into him and swung its blade. Rakutsu jumped to the side, dodging the attack and running to the dead officer. Their gun was already with the safety off. Must have tried to get a shot off before dying. He aimed and leveled the gun for the skeleton's head before pulling the trigger. There was a small amount of recoil, but nothing that threw him to the ground. The bullet itself ripped through the skull of the skeleton, leaving it into pieces. Four others appeared from around the corner, which he shot down as well.
Tl;dr: Shot down 5 skeletons with a gun belonging to a officer that one of the skeletons just killed.
A child who was born in Japan by a young woman with real goals or path to pursuit in life. His birth father was a mystery himself seeing the man basicly left his mother to avoid the responsibilities of parenthood. Rakutsu's mother married a Frenchman when he was four years old. The marriage resulted in them moving to live in Paris, Franch. Rakutsu never got along with his new father and distance himself away from the man. His mother became a mere housewife due and laid around the house all day. He only felt disappointed by this. His mother died in a car accident when he was twelve years old, but this barely effected him. It was rather shocking how Rakutsu was so cold about the news of his mother's death. This widen the gap between him and his father even more. His youth has been dedicated to his studies and working to be a functioning member of society. His only real activity when relaxing is reading up on mythology and historical figures. His favorite subjects were Norse mythology and figures in French history, such as Joan of Arc. [break][break]
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