Ahaha! This is a genius idea! Now it's my turn!
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2012
One year anniversary that the Internet was deleted
Obey the dictator-ship of D. Kyuubi
The real Kyuubi missing
Wanted: Shukaku Ichibi
Okami becomes one of Legendary 9 by favor
The title of the newspaper screamed at me. So did the boy standing by the newspaper pile, yelling out the headlines in hopes that he would get a buyer or two. I stared at it for a few more seconds, then started walking in the other direction. So many horrid things had happened in such a short time… And I couldn’t do one damn thing to stop it. I shuddered at the sudden gust of chilly wind that swept through the now nearly abandoned streets of Tokyo city. Even with my long black coat on, the cold breeze nipped and bit at my skin…
All that was left of my 20-year-old self were my faded memories, an old, large suitcase that I clutched tightly in one hand, for it carried what was left of my belongings, my blue choker with the bell, and… me.
The suitcase was a tacky, humble item that I got from an antique store when I was 12. As a matter of fact, it was the same antique store where I got my dearly beloved music box, which was one of the items locked inside the beat-up container. It was plastered with stickers, showing places from different countries such as Russia and Denmark. I had never had a use for it until I was forced to leave my home when D. Kyuubi came to power. Now, it was a necessity for my everyday life. It contained several outfits, my music box (which I mentioned earlier), some money, shampoo and soap (I must remain clean enough), and a few other various items of no particular importance that I grabbed in my desperate flee from the only place that was dear to me.
…Why am I rambling on about an old suitcase…? Ah well. It’s easy to get distracted with petty things nowadays…
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small glass bottle filled with human blood. There was almost none left… Now I’d have to go and kill someone just to fill it back up again… But it was better to string the blood of a victim out over several weeks than killing someone every few days. I gulped the rest of it down and shoved the empty bottle back in my coat pocket.
I’ve changed my thoughts towards humans. I was not the bloodthirsty 17-year-old whose heart was a black as a moonless night anymore. I had developed something… something that wasn’t there before… I now know what it is like to have… feelings.
Love.
Anger.
Sadness.
Joy.
I had developed so many emotions that now I couldn’t name even half of them. Now I know what it is like… to be human. To be the very individuals that I murder…
A familiar building, long abandoned, came into view. I knew at once that I must go inside and visit the place where I used to reside. I entered my old apartment complex, not knowing what may await me inside…
The reception desk, in all its heyday glory, had crumbled to the floor. The walls were decaying, and the stairs looked as if they may be Father Time’s next victim. It was obvious that the elevator was broken, so I decided to take a chance with the staircase. I carefully made my way up to the 6th floor… and I saw it. Apartment number 127’s door had rotted off its hinges, so I gingerly stepped over the rubble and into my old apartment.
It was almost exactly the same as I had left it, though some looters had taken a brass umbrella basket and the large orange vase that stood on my nightstand, as well as a large picture of a bamboo forest. But other than that, everything was untouched. This very room brought back some vague memories, but they were nothing compared to the colossal flashback I had when I stepped in front of my window to look out upon the grey sky…
Immersed in the radiant light emanating from the window before me, I stood, almost dumbfounded, at the rush of memories that poured over me like the rushing tide of the ocean. The years spent in this very room finally proved its significance to me. I lingered, staring at the sunlit window a bit longer, as my fleeting glimpse of a string of memories faded away from my mind. It was like a child chasing a runaway balloon. No matter how high the child jumps, they’ll never be able to catch the balloon. I was that child and the balloon was my memories before that event happened. Before I and every other living being, human and bijuu alike… Had our lives turned upside down.
D. Kyuubi, supposedly Kyuubi’s dark half, somehow managed to overtake the entire world. Even though I was a normal, mediocre bijuu, he sent some of his forces to capture me. Perhaps it was my affiliations with Teh Biju Club, though I did not have too much contact with its members. Yes, I became friends with some of them, but I never really got to know any of them enough to have a team of 25 demon hunters sent after me. I now regretted not really getting involved with Teh Biju Club and its members. I regretted trying to be a loner. Now, the only company that I have is Chishio, and even she doesn’t wish to talk with me most of the time. If only I could turn back the hands of time…
I suddenly had a feeling rush over me. Kill… it said. Time to fill by bottle up with blood again… I thought. I rushed down the staircase and back out into the streets. The scent of a human that had delicious blood entered my lungs. I followed that scent, thinking, here we go again… Another human life… Gone.
It was about two o’ clock when I arrived at a familiar place… a park where I killed a certain man…
The scent was stronger now. I rounded a bend in the cobblestone path and saw my victim-to-be standing in a clearing. She turned her head to look at me and I froze.
She was 17.
With chocolate brown hair.
And blood red eyes.
“Hello, Asuka. Remember me?” she said.
This girl… was me.
From 3 years ago.
~20-year-old Asuka
(Please, nobody continue yet.)
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Ooooh! Did that catch your interest? :D Sorry 'bout the length. The reason why I don't want anybody to continue is that this is only the FIRST half of the story! I'll probably post Part 2 tomorrow. So quadruple gomen there. D:
Fufufu... Asuka's gone kinda soft now. Hahaha- *Shot*
Sooo... Tell me whatcha think!
~TG
