First Four Chapters are getting a rewrite.
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'Who would have known ...
Known that I had a sister ...
I certainly haven't known ...
My memory disappeared ...
But ...
I'll make sure to make it up to her!'
"Kuro?"
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Prologue
-The Day of the SS-Class Stray Devil Incident-
"Kuro, come with me." My master, a high-class devil, told me to follow him.
I never knew his name. He never told me. I never questioned him about it, so the blame was partly on me. I wouldn't dare question my master because it brought the chance to be disliked and the chance of my sister's supply of food, warmth and happiness to be taken away.
I never knew my parents or if I had any other siblings. I grew up, learning to live life quickly and unlawfully. I'm surprise that I've even made it this far into life. Still surprised, my sister would still want to stay with an atrocious brother like me.
Shirone was my younger sister name. She was the total opposite of me. I wished for her to always be that way. To rely on her older but useless brother, and make me feel needed, and loved. She was a pure nekoshou and the pun was fully intended. She wasn't a devil like me. I had sacrificed half of myself to become a Nekoshou and Devil hybrid. It would and should be seen as a failure to my kind, but my sister and I are literally, from what I've heard from my master, the last of our kind.
I didn't really have much of a choice. I would be living on the streets, and barely care for myself, much less for Shirone. If in the long run, I hit the jackpot, I was lucky to help my sister. However, what if I don't. I never went to school and I don't think I can ever enroll into one, even with my powers. It would have probably attracted bad news, like the "black" cat I am. Just like my name.
So to me, meeting my master was the jackpot. Even if it wasn't for me.
"Whoooosh!" My master opened two heavy metal doors.
I hadn't realized that my master took me to a different place than usual. My realization had disappeared after what I saw in the room.
My sister, my Shirone, was strapped onto a metal surface. However, it smelt and looked like nothing has been changed, so she was fine and still pure. Also, she was sleeping, though shivering, as did I when I entered the room
My master turned towards me. His aura was pissing me off. Something was off, more so than usual. I fought to keep my ire in as I replaced my usually blank façade to ask a question.
"Is Shirone sick?"
"No, I just wanted to see the growth of her powers since I last saw her." My master's face twisted to a laughing one.
I smiled, although a bit grimly. 'At least he wasn't experiment on her.'
"I think it's about time, I started working on that useless sister of yours." My eyes widened. I thought too soon.
"Kill him!"
"Don't let him!"
This was because I was too weak. My master needed my sister because I was too weak. Too weak. I was never too weak. My master had always told me I was a natural in almost everything.
Even as a [Bishop], my physical strong was beyond most [Rooks]. My speed was almost unseeable even to my master, always yelling at his [Knights] to catch up to me. My master even said he was very lucky that his last two pieces piece were two [Mutated Pieces], the [Bishops].
After finishing most of my basic training, my master had put me in advance school to see how I would do. I did great. I guessed my race was naturally smart. Or was it something else, that always bothered me.
But, now ... I was too weak. He didn't have enough strength from me.
My frustration grew. The voice grew in intensity. The voices were a darkness that only I could hear. Only I could feel nature. Their manifestation in my head, their anger at everything it has been through. Channeling their anger through my own anger to control me.
"KILL HIM!"
"RIP HIM TO SHREDS!"
"SACRIFICE HIM!"
"Save your sister..."
And for a few moments, I let it. I was even luckier that my sister was sleeping, so she wouldn't see why I left her, sometimes, for more than weeks. And, now, maybe forever ...
Lucky indeed. I could only imagine her horrid thoughts about me. With those as my final trigger.
"ROOOAAAR!" At that moment, I release everything I had.
At that moment, I lost sight. Figuratively and physically.
"Shirone ... "
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ㄙer: A random story had just popped into existence once again... I think, I like the [Boosted Gear] too much. At least, too much to separate it from "Issei."
Just two question:
-"Should I keep Issei's name as "Issei" or keep it replaced with "Kuro? Or should I do what Shirone does and change Kuro to Issei in the future?" A name doesn't really matter, I just thought I should shorten "Kuroka" to make a more masculine name. Also stole it from Koneko's familiar.
-"Should Kuro/Issei be more Kuroka-like or more Issei-like?" Though they are very similar, in a few ways, Issei is simply a pervert with that being his fuel. Kuroka is a supposed-horny and teasing nekoshou who wants a strong male to breed "The Ultimate Children." That's how I describe the two of them and would write them as. Also, notice the "more" in the question
I'm leaning towards the second part of the first question and more Kuroka-like.
Next update as I said in my other story won't be anytime soon. I'm still on a 'leave', per say. However, I cannot stop think about FF. Also, for some reason... It's haunting me.
Till next chapter's conclusion. This was too short. But, I'm selfish, I still want more time on my leave... Damn FF ghosts and imagination...
{I have nothing to own, just the imagination to create a plot then some}
"I swear... all I do is swap characters, just to make a story... just to make a mess."
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"How would you feel if Kuroka was in the story?"
Just imagine the double incest/love.
Lol.
I'm in a terrific mood.