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Old 07-03-2011, 09:03 AM
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Digimon Adventure: NEXT!
Adventure One: Digital World Open.!


Wednesday, 7:30 AM

An early morning blanket of mist hugged the busy streets of Shibuya, the streets wet from the showers just moments ago. A black BMV zoomed down the streets, its windshield wipers cleaning the oncoming drops of rain. The golden haired boy inside wiped the fog off of his rayband glasses, he substituted his sunglasses for these on days like this. They looked identical to his rayban sunglasses, only difference was instead of dark lenses they were clear prescription lenses. He pushed the sleeves of his grey crewneck sweatshirt up to his elbows and checked the time on his white g-shock watch wrapped around his left wrist. It was going crazy again, just like every other electronic device around the city. The car came to a gentle stop in front of a massive building, painted white with green collumns and a large clock in the front of the school with the words: SHIBUYA HIGH SCHOOL, in green letters just above it. The hands on the clock spun rapidly round and round, the boy inside the car rolled his eyes. He wiped any dust from his dark blue jeans and cuffed the bottom of the legs before adjusting his loosely tied black low top converse.

"Have a good day at school Riku." His mother smiled warmly, the golden haired boy looked up with his bright blue-green eyes and smiled.

Riku Kiyoshi
1st Year Student

"I will mom." He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before stepping out of the car and onto the wet pavement, the car rode off as Riku put on his grey snapback hat with a black bill on backwards, the same design that was on his crewneck was on his hat. "THE HUNDREDS" with a small cartoon bomb between the two words. He adjusted his low hanging golde pendant before walking down towards the school, Shibuya High School was famous for their successful american football club. Which Riku was a captain of, even though it was just his first year on the team, they were to play the Chiyoda Trojans on Friday for the Tokyo City Championship. He put on his Beats headphones on and completely drowned out the world around him with his hip hop music. He merely smiled as people passing by waved to him, he'd pretend to know what they said when he spoke to him then walked off. He was pretty sure they were just wishing him good luck on the game friday, so he just smiled and nodded his head.

He entered the large automatic glass doors and stepped into the hall, he wasn't used to seeing his classmates dressed like this which was a very different change of pace from the every day school uniforms. It didn't make a difference to Riku, the girls would look incredible either way. He entered his classroom and looked around, DEFINITELY didn't bother Riku one bit. He didn't really know every boy in his class, but he definitely knew every girl. He sat down before looking over his shoulder and seeing the girl he's chosen as the best looking girl in his class, Kayla Minako.

"Riku-kun!!" She squealed as he sat down, the boy smiled when she stood up and hugged him. He adjusted his glasses and leaned over on her desk behind him,

"Hi Kayla, so have you noticed all the weird stuff going on around town?" He raised an eyebrow, the girl nodded her head vigorously.

"YES! It to~tally ruined my weekend! I'm so mad!" She frowned, Riku chuckled.

"You're really cute when you're mad." He smiled, the girl giggled and blushed. The girl next to them just rolled her eyes, thats when Ms. Chu walked in, their history teacher. Riku sighed and opened up his notebook with less enthusiasm than he had when he had summer camp for football. Ms. Chu was a young and attractive teacher, this was his favorite time of the day. She looked up to the class and almost screamed when the lights above crackled and popped, the plastic shards raining down on the students.

"Underneath your desks!" Ms. Chu screamed. Riku grabbed his cap from his desk and ducked underneath his desk, cursing under his breath. Just a few moments after a beam of light pierced the pitch darkness of the room, it was the voice of his principal.

"What happened in here?!" He shouted into the large class, Riku stood up and wiped off the dirt from his clothes before turning to Kayla. She smiled, telling Riku she was alright. Ms. Chu stood up and walked over to the principal, they spoke for a few short moments before they told everyone to exit the class. He put his arm around Kayla and walked out of class, "I'm glad you're okay!" She grabbed his hand that around her shoulder and smiled, "Me too!" She giggled. They were relocated to the classroom next door, it was empty because it was just used for their music club after school. The rest of the day was uneventful, with the lights only flickering a few times as opposed to nearly every five minutes like the past two days. The final bell of the day rung, and Riku walked with Kayla out of the back exit of the school.

The festive scenery of the quad opened up towards them, banners and colorful decorations filled the quad. The first thing Riku saw was three of his teammates in the center stage of the quad. Kudo was up there, as well as the other two captains. "Well look who we have here! Right on time, the final captain of the American Football Team! Come on over here!" A young girl his age spoke into the microphone in her hand, they always have these little games during pep rallies and this time the captains were part of it. So Riku said bye to Kayla and walked up onto the stage. "And now, here is Coach Watanuki of the American Football Club to present the captains with their awards!" Riku smirked, he never saw eye to eye with Coach and he loved the fact he had to give him the award. His phone vibrated in his pocket, he picked the Android up and the caller ID was some weird internet address. He looked up to see everyone else in the crowd answering their phone as well, Riku answered the call and pressed it up to his ear. In a robotic, monotone voice he heard, "Moshi-Moshi-Moshi-Moshi-Moshi-" Over and over again, he hung up quickly and looked around. Everyone one had already put their phones away and were cheering once again, he raised an eyebrow as he scanned the crowd. No one else thought that was weird, NO ONE? He sighed when his coach walked in front of him and turned to the crowd,

"And to Riku Kiyoshi, Rookie of the Year!" The crowd cheered and Riku smiled and waved to the crowd, the smile faded when his coach's grip on his shoulder tigtened. "You're lucky you're getting this award, I could have easily awarded it to anyone else." Riku smirked as his coach walked away, once the remaining award of Offensive Player of the Year was given to his friend Kudo the coach walked away and the Pep commisioner grabbed the microphone yet again. The girl was quiet peppy, "Well now that that's out of the way, on to our game! We're going to blindfold the captains here and have one lucky girl get paired up-"

The pep rally ended around seven in the afternoon, the sun was beginning to set. Riku's mom was busy at work so he had to take the subway, he slapped on his headphones and pulled out his phone and started to text to entertain himself. It wasn't long before he reached the subway station, the ride over to his house was long and quiet but his music took him to his own world. The crowd of people leaked out of the subway car when it reached its destination in Shibuya Station, he walked out and managed to avoid getting trampled by the mob of people flooding into the car. He looked around to see white snow resting on the shoulders of people coming into the statilon, wet clothes and soggy suitcases. It was snowing? How strange, he still saw sunshine leaking into the station from outside. He raised an eyebrow and took a step forward, then his body felt as if it was glued to the ground. He couldn't move, gravity pressing down onto his body. His head burned and his ears started to ring, the constant chatter of the subway was completely muted. Then an elderly voice echoed in his head,

"Five strange fingers form Fate’s hand,
Each one plays part at Fate’s command.
A clouded past, the answers it keeps,

Until its time each secret sleeps.
When pain is truth and truth is pain,
The Evil of The Past shall be freed again.
Five shall go but five shall not return,
Vain hope and pride in terror burn."

The ringing in his ear went away, and when he looked around the subway was barren. Pieces of paper floating around. His eyes darted upwards, there was a short figure facing his way. He couldn't tell for sure if the figure was staring at him, the shadow casted by his brown hood covering his face. But when he looked around again, they were the only two in the station so he had to be looking at him. Riku turned his iPod off and put his headphones away slowly, then stepped back. The man grinned and looked up, the shadows fading away. He was a wrinkly old man, with bulgy eyes and a large white mustache not to mention a number of missing teeth, "Don't be afraid Riku." Riku's eyebrows furrowed, who was this man? He turned around to head to the alternate exit, he froze in his tracks. His very core was frozen in fear, the man was right in front of him. He snatched his left hand and held it up against his face,

"Get away from me you freak!!" Riku shouted, and tried to pull away. To his amazement, the man didn't budge despite his age. Riku tried and tried but the man merely smiled, thats when Riku's hand started to glow red. Riku's eyes widened, a red pattern etched itself into his hand in glowing blue light. It was a circle with wings, Riku stopped struggling out of amazement of what was going on. The man smiled, "I see, so Riku is indeed a Chosen Child. The Chosen Child of Diligence." The man spoke out and backed up a few steps, Riku grabbed his left wrist and stared as the man chuckled to himself.

"Who are you old man?" Riku asked, the man's smile faded and looked up at Riku.

"Do not worry Child of Diligence, just know you're time is near..." Riku's eyes widened. Time?
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Part A

Tokyo, Shibuya
Nakamura Masato
2nd Year

Masato waved to the car as it disappeared back onto the road. It was a simple black car, the only things conspicuous about the vehicle was the fact that all the windows except the front were darkened, and that there was a black window divider between the front seat and the back, currently rolled down. Out of all the cars that the Nakamura family owned, this was the least flashy. It wasn’t impossible to figure out that the boy was rich, all it took was a search of his name, but he didn’t want to flaunt it nor make it obvious.

It wasn’t just that he preferred to be known as an individual instead of part of the family, wasn’t just that he wanted to make it easier for Asuka, but he also knew that in a public school such things could make him a target. If something happened and he got into a fight, or anything happened that drew negative attention to him, Sato knew that his family would put him straight back into private school.

The choice to go to a public school wasn’t a totally difficult one. He had made friends in private school, and his education there would easily outstrip anything that public school would teach him, but there were so many life lessons he was missing. Everyone was basically the same, and people kept to themselves. It was boring. On the other hand, there were so many differing personalities here, it was always an adventure. Besides, public school had Asuka, his best friend.


“The differences are outstanding,” Sato mumbled, mostly to himself. He was trying to look at everyone without appearing creepy. Instead of wearing their school uniform, which was a must for every day at his old private school, they were decked out in various garish costumes with similar colors.

Asuka grinned to someone in the hall, waving at the other female who was obviously a friend or acquaintance. “Differences between what?” she asked Sato. The young teenage female herself was wearing a hat with the school’s mascot, a simple shirt with a white skull, and a skirt the colors of the school.

Sato shook his head, “Between the schools, between the people,” he said simply, knowing that his friend would know what he was talking about. After a bit of thinking, he added, “Between me.” Indeed, though he had worn casual clothing to blend in all the time, he wasn’t used to wearing them for an actual purpose. Though it wasn’t like he had picked them out; Asuka had raided his closet and picked out a suitable outfit.

The redhead smiled, a small little thing that would have been nothing on most people but on her was a large gesture. “I think you look good,” she said, “for a commoner.” Her elbow nudged into his gut, eliciting a grin from her companion.


For Sato, the pep rally both drug on and flew by. He couldn’t say that he actually paid attention; though he loved his experiences in the public school, some things just seemed odd. The importance of and draw of school athletics made complete sense, drawing people together to take pride in a common goal. But things like this basically alienated those who, like him, didn’t really care. Even if he was fan of barbaric sports like football he had just gotten to the school and didn’t really feel any form of connection.

Still, he was here for Asuka, so he endured. Honestly, the glasses-wearing teen had no idea why his friend went to these. She never displayed any real outward form of enjoyment, though then again she wasn’t really one for showing emotions in public settings.

He watched as awards were given out to people he had never met before. Some guy named Kudo, a coach named Watanuki, and some young star named Riku Kiyoshi were the only ones he was even paying attention enough to hear. His mind kept going back to school, when the electronics flickered a few times, just like it had been doing city-wide for a short while now. It was weird, and much more interesting to think about.


Sato hung up the cell phone with a frown. “Apparently the car’s battery went out halfway here,” he told his best friend. The rally had finally ended, and he was ready to go home and get his night practices out of the way. Now, there was no way he was going to get home at any kind of reasonable time.

“Why don’t we just take a bus or something?” the girl asked. She could see Sato’s reluctance, so she added, “You know, like normal people.”

The attempt at influence was obvious, but it still worked. “Fine,” he said, “but I’m going to jog. Get a workout out of the whole ordeal.” Before waiting for his friend to reply he started on his way, and after a frustrated sigh he heard her follow him. Still, his body was more prepared for this kind of thing, so it didn’t take long for him to outdistance her. Not wanting to leave the easily frightened girl alone he stopped, deciding it best to turn around and find her again.

He found his body frozen. A quick test found it to not have anything to do with any kind of mental blocks or because he was simply tired. It soon got weirder, as a strange voice invaded his mind and started spouting nonsense.

"Five strange fingers form Fate’s hand,
Each one plays part at Fate’s command.
A clouded past, the answers it keeps,

Until its time each secret sleeps.
When pain is truth and truth is pain,
The Evil of The Past shall be freed again.
Five shall go but five shall not return,
Vain hope and pride in terror burn."

“What?” Sato mumbled in annoyance, shaking his head to get the voice out of his mind. The movement brought about surprise, as he found himself able to move again.

Worries of insanity were only strengthened when he suddenly saw a short figure in front of him, Asuka nowhere in the distance still. The figure was dressed in a brown robe, the cloth audibly swishing in the quiet of the night as whoever it was took a step forward. With a somewhat flashy move the person threw back his hood, showing a strange old man with large eyes, all but invisible eyelashes, and a magnificent mustache. “Don’t be afraid, Nakamura Masato,” the old man’s raspy voice tells him, revealing a good deal of missing spots where teeth should be.

Sato’s mind quickly touched on a host of possibilities, the most obvious of which being someone wanting to kidnap him for some of the family money. If the other didn’t have anything on him it would be simple to stop him, but if he brought a weapon …

Even as he turned around to run, he felt his legs shake slightly in odd, baseless fear. He wouldn’t be killed if they wanted to get money from his family, and there was a good chance that at some point he could use his knowledge to beat the old man and get free. But still, there was something else, something tweaking his instincts.

There was barely a few seconds difference from when the dark-haired teen turned to look at his exit and turned back to look at the old man, but suddenly he was in front of him. Moving impossibly fast, the old man grabbed the other’s thin wrist and stared at it. Once again unable to move, Sato could only watch as his hand started to glow, a thin symbol showing up on the back of his hand. “The hell are you doing,” he mumbled to the old man, “marking me?”

In response to this comment the old man grinned again, “you are one of the chosen, Nakamura Masato, though you do not know it yet. Boy of Confidence, soon the truth will be made clear, and your true path will be opened in front of you. Be ready.”

‘This man,’ Masato couldn’t help but think, ‘is insane. I’m in trouble …’

"God, my brilliance is now somewhat of a burden. Get back to me."
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Part A
Tokyo, Suginami
Asukira Li
2nd Year

Light filtered into the window of the apartment, hitting the face of Asukira as he lay motionless on his bed. When the intrusive light hit his face, he turned over in the bed and grunted. There was a knock at the room door and a voice on the other end screaming for Asukira to wake up. As he pulled the covers over his head, he heard another strong knock followed by another voice, this one belonging to his father. Sighing, he realized that he had to get up at some point, otherwise he’d miss school. Peeking out from under the covers, he noticed the clock on his nightstand and gasped. It was 7:45, which mean that if he wasn’t at school in the next 15 minutes, he’d be officially late for the first time in his life. Scrambling to get out of bed, he rushed to his closet and pulled out his clothes. He rushed into his bathroom and took a quick shower, making sure to brush his teeth and floss as well as comb his hair. He had recently gotten highlights and had to be careful with the type of shampoo he used.

Sighing, he jumped out of the bathroom in a frantic flurry of motion. He was running around pulling on one piece of clothing at a time until finally he was ready. He opened his bedroom door to see his mother with an annoyed look on her face.

“You’re late Kira,” his mother stated as she turned and walked back into the living room area. Asukira followed behind, his back pack strapped to his back as he looked around. His father was on the couch watching TV and his mother was grabbing the car keys.

“Later dad,” Asukira stated as he and his mother left out of the apartment. He saw his father wave as he vanished behind the closing door. Once in the car, his mother drove the fastest he’d ever witnessed her drive. It was both exhilarating and scary, but he enjoyed it nonetheless. When they pulled up to his school, he smiled and kissed her on the cheek before exiting the car.

“Have a good day honey, and please don’t break your laptop, I’m not made of money,” his mother stated as she drove off.

Asukira smiled and waved as his mother drove away. He knew she was just talking, after all, they were rich, very rich, and if he did break his laptop again, his mother wouldn’t have a problem getting him another one, she was just attempting to instill in him that he had to treat things with respect and be thankful for everything he had. He walked onto campus, not a care on his mind as he knew he was already late and didn’t really care; besides there was a pep rally going on around the Tokyo inner city schools. Among them were Suginami High, Shibuya High, Minato High, and Shinjuku High. It was Shibuya vs. Minato, and tomorrow it would be Suginami vs. Shinjuku.

He walked into his school, hearing all the voices fill his ears as he wasn’t expecting anything special about the day to happen. He sat through all the festivities, not really caring about much that was going on. He was flirting with girls and guys left and right, but never really going through with any of his actions. To be honest, he was having fun, but he wasn’t really enjoying it as he should have. Sighing, he was glad when it was time to go home. He waved bye to all those who had come up to him, giving him hugs and passing phone numbers.

As he walked home, he couldn’t help but hear thunder and see a lightning bolt streak. He then saw snow, an odd thing because the sun was still slowly setting and it was rather odd that snow was even falling. As he walked, he had nearly made it to the bus stop when suddenly, he stopped in his track. A voice filled his mind and he was frozen in his stride.

"Five strange fingers form Fate’s hand,
Each one plays part at Fate’s command.
A clouded past, the answers it keeps,

Until its time each secret sleeps.
When pain is truth and truth is pain,
The Evil of The Past shall be freed again.
Five shall go but five shall not return,
Vain hope and pride in terror burn."

Asukira falls to the ground holding his head, covering his ears as a loud thumping resonates through his head. He wasn’t feeling pain, but it was very uncomfortable and loud. As fast as it had come so too did it dissipate and he looked up to see a robed man standing a few feet away from him. Thinking that he is going crazy, he looks down but looks back up to see that the man was standing over him. Asukira wasn’t afraid, he threw a punch but surprisingly the man caught his wrist and simply smiled at him, watching as his hand began to glow.

Asukira started to panic; there was no pain from this glow, merely a soothing feeling that washed over him. He looked to see the symbol etch its way onto his hand. It was in the shape of an olive branch, adding to Asukira’s bewilderment.

“Ahh, Asukira is the Child of Faith, how interesting indeed,” the strange man stated as he let go of Asukira’s wrist. Asukira simply looked at the man with bewildered eyes as he wondered what on earth was going on.

“Who are you?” Asukira asked.

“All will be made clear soon,” the man replied, a smirk on his face as he backed away from Asukira, stepping into the street. A bus passed by, hiding the man, and when it had finally passed, the man was gone. Asukira simply sat on the bench and waited for his bus ride home. He wasn’t sure what all of this was, but he was extremely nervous now, wondering what on Earth was going on with this mysterious man showing up, and the mark appearing on his hand.
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Tokyo, Minato
Wednesday, early morning

The rain was nice and cool, a welcome change from the resent bout of hot, dry weather. Occasinally, the percipation would intensify, but for the most part, it was gentle. Small puddles started to form on either side of the road, the water slowly accumulating. Sometimes, cars would create tiny splashs as they passed by, nothing nearly large enough to spray pedistrans.

As time passed, the showers weakened in strengh, eventually leaving a moderate layer of mist behind. This combined with the bright city lights made for a very surreal effect, which was only ammpified by the low reach of the moist film. It almost felt the opening to a mysterious story, how approriate indeed…

It was a little early, but already students were arriving for another day of high school. Clad in street clothes, they talked with friends, rushed last minute studying or tried to get a few more minutes of rest before the acedemic day began. Posters of the after classes pep rally were taked onto almost every wall, missing them was all but impossible. The atmosphere inside certainly did not match the foggy, quiet weather, most were loud and cheerful.

Kurosawa, Chouko
2nd Year

Despite being damp from her walk to school, Chouko Kurosawa was certainly not one of the few indifferant teenagers in the building. She wasn’t really into most sports, football was no expetion, but really enjoyed the festival attidude her classmates had these last few days. Even some of the teachers went on about how this was Minato’s first finale game in eons, a hint of pride clung onto their words. It was really a nice thing to witness!

“Hi guys!” the dark-haired girl called, her slate grey eyes locked onto her friends, one searching for something in her locker, the other watching and talking.

“Chouko-chan!” Erika responded, waving calmly. Her ligher locks were always tied, today, in a simple ponytail. The other girl poked her head out from her mess, and smirked. It was a little odd to see them, and everyone else, out of uniform during school time. In a good way of course!

“What are you looking for Rei?” she asked, staring at the small pile of paper that had accumulated beside the locker. The other girl groaned, reaching into the space, obviously in hopes of finding something.

“My scetchbook, I think I left in here… somewhere” she answered, her hand still moving through the muddle of sheets. This wasn’t unlike Rei, she often lost her stuff, but always found it again afterward. It didn’t help that her locker was a mess, and if not for her mother, so would her room. Erika, on the otherhand, was a neat person and rarly misplaced her items. Chouko was somewhere between them.

Rei’s search, however, was forced to conclude as the warning bell rung and people started heading out to their first class. The three girls parted ways, each having a different course during block one.

The lights flickered often in the morning, and less after lunch. The day itself was pretty average, until the last period. About half way through basic English, the room underwent a blackout, and when no other locals were avaible for use, the students were allowed to dismiss early, much to sensei’s chagrin. Having nothing else to do before the rally started, Chouko played a little Pokémon, trying level up her prized Shiny Vaporeon. Ningyo, now having reached the seventy five mark, was no longer easy raising, but the girl was determinded to reach one hundered. Time flew by fast…

“Chouko-chan! Let’s go before the best seats are taken,” Erika’s voice startled her, forcing the girl to drop the stylus she was actually still using. “Sorry,” her friend apologised, although Chou stated it was not nessary. After putting the eletronic gizmo back in her backpack, the two girls headed for the gym.

The room was still filling up when they arrived, most of the students sporting school colours, obviously in support of the football team. Banners and other dectorations littered the walls, music played, although the sound of the chattering managed to drown it out.
“Hey! What toke you guys so long?” Rei called, noticing her friends searching for a place to sit. It was hard to make her voice out over all the noise, and had she been furthur, they would have missed it.

“Have you seen Hiroshi?” Chouko asked, noticing her friend was alone. It was a little odd for him not the be there, he was usually the first to arrive. The other girl simply shock her head.

“He’s probably here, I just couldn’t find him,” she replied, brushing her long bangs from her face and toked them behind the left ear. Chou nodded, a little disapointed.

Once the bleatchers and the designated seating area reached capacity, the rally finally began. It didn’t take too long before they started handing out the awards.

“And last, but certainly not least, Suzuki Michi, most valuble player!” The crowd’s energy reached fever pitch once the team’s star was annonced.

“ Go Onī-san go!” Rei literally screamed, watching her brother receive his golden medal. Michi, despite being receiving one of the most prestigious awards, only smiled humbly. Seeing him now, it was almost impossible to tell this seventeen-year old was a fierce, strong football player. His personality seemed to shift on the field, normally; he was a calm, passive person.

The crowd’s cheers erupted once the medal was placed around the tall boy’s neck. Chouko found herself getting caught up in the festive attitude of her classmates, shouting the team’s chant a few times.

“Who wants to see these fine players sing?” The announcer was doing a great job keeping the students excited, although this wasn’t an exactly a difficult task. Most of the guys on the stage looked genuinely shocked, but that didn’t stop the masses from bursting into loud approval. It never really got any quieter…

Anyone whose ears were sensitive would have hated that rally. Even Chouko found herself with a bit of a headache afterward. None the less, it had been a fun evening, and given the choice, she would, without a doubt go again. After saying her goodbyes, the girl started for home, hoping her grandmother wouldn’t mind her being a little later then intended. She didn’t get far, however.

“Hey, Chouko!” a familiar, masculine voice called. She didn’t need to turn around, that tone only belonged to one person, Hiroshi. “Where did you guys go?”

“Hiroshi!” Smiling, the dark-haired teenager turned around, and spotted her friend emerging from the small group of students clustered around the school. “We couldn’t find you.”

“Should have figured, it got full pretty quickly,” he replied, and to this, Chouko nodded.

“I’m amazed they managed to fit that many people in the gym,”

“They wanted to do it outside, but with the weather being so weird…”

“… having it inside was a safer bet.” The girl finished for him, earning a laugh from Hiroshi. He seemed like he wanted to add something else, but was interrupted before speaking.

“Hiro-kun! Your mom said we’re leaving now!” A freshman by the name of Aimi appeared, forcing a sigh from the boy. She was his younger cousin, and had a tendency of being a little annoying, especially to him.

“Okay, okay!” he retorted, and turned back to Chouko.

“Gotta go, see you tomorrow,” his voice was faster, almost nervous. The sudden change struck the girl as odd, although she didn’t have the time to uncover the reason. With another goodbye, Chouko turned around and once again, started for home.

Luckily for her, the apartment wasn’t too far away, and the walk usually didn’t take that long. At first, the stroll was uneventful, the only odd thing being delicate white flakes falling gently down to earth. However, the sky barley even housed any clouds at the moment. The weather was acting really funny in the past while… a little like the electronics actually. Could the two be linked?

Ignoring her own question, Chouko’s mind drifted to happier things. She was finally nearing the end of her history report, something that had been dragging for the longest time. Sacrifcing all that freetime would be worth earning permission to…

… something strange pulsed through the girl, almost like a weak jolt of electricity. Seconds later, her legs froze to the ground, and she found herself unable to move any furthur. Instinctlively, she forced her slate eyes both ways, trying to locate the source of this. Instead, this act simply resulted in a painful headache, for worse then the previous one. Spinning, it felt like her body was moving in a tight circle, although nothing was happening. An acient, almost godly, voice began to echo from within.

"Five strange fingers form Fate’s hand,
Each one plays part at Fate’s command.
A clouded past, the answers it keeps,

Until its time each secret sleeps.
When pain is truth and truth is pain,
The Evil of The Past shall be freed again.
Five shall go but five shall not return,
Vain hope and pride in terror burn."

Once the last word was uttered, Chouko felt her body return to normal. After having sighed in relief, the girl looked ahead, only to notice a short figure standing straight ahead. It was hard to make out any facial features, for the person masked his face. This was abnormal, more so then red toothbrushes and green jelly, far more. In fact, almost instinctively, she toke a few steps back, never taking her eyes off him. Instead of turning around or approching, he actually reveiled his face. Chouko wished he hadn’t.

Despite his wrinkled face and impossibly thin eyebrows, it was those bulging eyes that managed to really freak the girl out. Noticing her expression change, the old man spoke “Do not be afraid, Chouko,” revealing many yellowed teeth and holes within his mouth. This was just too much!

Eyes widdening, she toke one last step back before darting the other way. The dark-haired teenager knew she wasn’t the fastest, but surely, it wouldn’t betoo hard to outrun this guy. Dead wrong. When those brown robes appeared before her, that’s when the panic started to really sink in. Wasting no time, the freakish man, with surprising strengh, grabbed her wrist and brought it up to his own face. Still afraid, but willing to let herself be harmed, Chouko tried to resist, but her best effort was nowhere near good enough.

It was only when her hand started to flash banana yellow did she finally stop. She could only gaze in awe as a bizzare, almost alien, symbol. “What the heck,” the mouthed, her eyes darting the man’s face, almost in hopes of acquring some sort of explaination. Her fear was slowly surcoming to curiousity, but was not met with the answer she’d expected. He was smirking, which was followed by a swift series of chuckles.

“W-what’s going on?!” Chouko demanaded, finally speaking to this figure.

"Do not worry child Willpower, Kurosawa Chouko, your time is inching, and soon, everything will be made clear. Be prepared for the long road ahead,”

The girl could only blink, that statement leaving far more questions than answering any.

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Old 07-22-2011, 07:47 AM
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