Prologue

Stepping out into the sun for the first time in Kami knows how long he absorbed the light of the sun. The hustle and bustle of human life like a constant hum in his ear, a system derived from daily routines and perpetual repetition. The man watched as a mother and her two young children bought balloons from a vendor. They pulled and played with the strings as the mother fished through her purse for a few messily dollars.

The man's face split into a crooked smile as he took in a deep breath and simply blew. Like a strong wind it yanked the red balloon from the eldest childs hand and sped off after it, the young boys eyes on the goal. Then there was screaming. The sound of screeching tires as a flesh met steel and soon the monotony of the morning was disturbed as people huddled around the body of the lifeless child.

"Yes, this system is indeed fragile, almost as much as they are." He left with his crooked grin and disappeared with the chaos surrounding him.

A/N: A series of one shots updated every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. But because it is Christmas I will give a few more.