A/N: Just stating the ever obvious fact that I do no own any of this except the general story line.

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Chapter 1: Edge of the World

P.O.V: Raimundo Pedrosa

Raimundo ran as fast he could. He didn't want to get caught, mostly because it was a royal pain in the ass to break back out from jail. This is what he has done for the past few years of his life. Steal from the overlords and bring what he stole to the people who needed it. There wasn't much else that could be done in these dark times. His parents worked as much as they could but it wasn't nearly enough for him and his three siblings. His older siblings were finishing school and about to get a job to try to help. But Raimundo couldn't help but feel defeat. He didn't think even with that it would help.

He knew what he was supposed to be doing. Graduating from high school he should be looking at colleges. But why would he? To pay for it would just put his family in more debt and just cause them to work for free to pay back what they owe. Yes, life thoroughly sucked ass. Raimundo was determined to do something to fix it. And for now, that consisted of stealing from the evil overlords whenever he could.

He ducked out in an alley way to hide from his pursuers.

"That was quite swift, young man," a voice said which startled him. He turned to find the source but could not.

"What do you want?" He asked while guarding the pack of stolen goods.

"I do not need your items. What I do need is to tell you something," the disembodied voice said. "I see many things. I see a change coming that will restore the balance of good. You are part of that change. You must follow the winds to your destiny. Good luck Hero of the Wind."

Rai was confused needless to say, "what are you talking about? There's no such thing as heroes. And if there was, where are they now?" He screamed into the alleyway. There was no response. He had a sense that the voice was gone. Frustrated he left and continued home.

It would be a lie to say that the words of the woman didn't bother him, didn't haunt him. But they did. After putting away the food he stole he climbed to the roof and saw what was once beautiful Rio. This was no way to live. He knew it. He remembered the way it was before, when kids could actually dream. But with Chase Young as ruler of the world, all the kids had were nightmares. He wanted to do so much more than just steal. This was only going to get him so far. He closed his eyes and swore he heard his name whenever the wind blew.

"Screw it, what do I have left to lose?" He asked no one in particular. He got off the roof and left a good bye letter to his family and began his journey to god knows where. He did just as the voice said and followed the wind.

P.O.V: Kimiko Tohomiko

"Kimiko, how many times must I tell you to put that lighter away?" Kimiko's father asked. He rubbed his head trying to push away the headache. Kimiko sighed. Frustrated she shoved against the table and got up. "Where do you think you're going?"

"I need to blow off steam."

"We have a company we need to discuss."

"Papa, there are so many people out there whose lives have been turned upside down and you want to discuss the company?!"

"This company is in good standings with Chase. If it wasn't we would be just like those other people. And if we don't keep it together he will just replace us with one of his people and fire everyone that works for the company right now. Do you understand that this is one of the last places that does not have one of his overlords watching over everyone?"

And at this point, Kimiko knew that her father was right. So many places had an overlord but because of their good standings Chase gave her father an option. Work for him or be killed. The benefits to having her father in charge was that the people here in Tokyo were a bit better off. He tried to help them whenever he could. Give them extra money to get food. She knew that her father was trying. But she was tired of it not being enough.

"I know papa, it's just…I'm just tired of this not being enough."

"I know. But we have to keep this up in order for it to remain the same."

"I'm going to go out Papa."

"We'll discuss this tomorrow," he said as he left the room. Kimiko was left alone in the conference room. She went out onto the balcony and leaned over the banister while flipping her lighter. She lit it and watched the flame. Times like this she wished she smoked. Sometimes she felt that the only light left in her life came from the lighter. Ever since she was a child she had fascination with fire that could not be explained. Now eighteen years old and she still couldn't explain it.

She went inside and grabbed her coat and a bag filled with things to give people. She took the elevator down to the lobby. She greeted the usual faces with a smile that seemed to cause everyone else to smile. Her father always told her that she had an infectious smile. Once outside she took out her phone and checked a list that told her who to visit.

On a break from visiting people she found herself resting in a park. It was winter. She saw a few people who were trying to huddle together to stay warm. She knew it was illegal, but she couldn't sit there and watch them freeze. She walked over to a metal trashcan and lit the contents on fire. The people mumbled 'thank you's as they quickly rushed over to the fire. As she made her way back over to the bench she saw someone sitting there.

"That was a very bright idea," the woman said.

"Thanks…I couldn't let them freeze," Kimiko said as she took her seat beside the lady.

"You are very strong and full of passion and compassion for the people," the woman stated.

"Yeah, well someone has to. I feel like it's not enough though sometimes."

"You are meant for great things. The greatest heroes are those who do not ask or try to be a hero. Follow the fire that burns inside you, let the flames guide you to your destiny," the woman said as she rose and walked away. Kimiko was confused. A hero?