He saw his world in black and white monotone, dull and uninteresting and grainy like a 1930's movie. It played like one too with choppy scenes and people talking but with no sound coming out of their flapping lips. He hated it.

A more disinterested existence could not be fathomed. He was the very definition of apathetic; indifferent and with his emotions so suppressed he'd forgotten what most of them ever were. His impassivity was unrivaled, not even the most depressed or suicidal person matched his perfunctoriness which turned out to be quite ironic given he'd never even physically harmed himself like so many teenagers with similar dispositions to his own have been shown to do so. Not even the constant bullying by his classmates was enough to cause him depression.

He was above that.

He was better then them.

He didn't care when they put tacks in his school shoes or when they took his bag and threw it, books and all into the river. Nothing they could do could hurt him, of that he was certain.

No, he was an entity unto himself; an enigma. A goddamn demigod. They couldn't touch him – but unfortunately such natural phenomena of the likes of gravity could.

His body had been shattered, all but flattened the moment he'd hit the pavement. The excruciating pain had lasted only a split second then his brain had turned off, just like a light switch, thanks to the multiple fractures in his spinal chord including, but not limited to, the two in his neck.

And the next thing he knew he was laying on the floor of an apartment feeling no pain and certainly still alive. The black ball and the words that showed up on its matte surface intrigued him, as did the suite apparently set out specifically for him and the weapons that looked more like toy guns then anything else. He hadn't stopped long to question anything, everything was too surreal and it had honestly seemed to be an interesting situation so he'd figured why not. But he'd quickly learned it was more then just a intricate joke.

It was a new reality and it was amazing.

For the first time since he could remember his world had a color other then black and white to it and he was still just as untouchable as ever. The aliens, the death, the panicked screaming and pained howls as the other humans were torn to shreds sent excited thrills up his spine and seemed to wake him up. Wake him from the dull monotone world he'd come to know as his own.

As red seeped into his vision, saturated the white and black screen placed over his eyes, Nishi knew he was at home in this new world made up of blood where only the strong survived.

He was finally in the place where he belonged.

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I love Nishi. I really do. ; o ; He's such an amazing character and to be honest the lack of fanfiction for him disappoints me greatly. Moar Nishi!