1: Child's Play
AN: playing around with the idea of the old world, characters, and their background.
There was an abandoned building that lurks between the borders of the poor and the rich. Untouched by the human contact and the nature itself seemed to have wrapped itself into it, slowly decaying the concrete away.
No one is sane enough to visit there, believing in the old myths of ghosts and terrible hauntings. But there were few, who were daring enough to stay in that building for a certain amount of time.
There was history behind the building as well. Many rumored that it used to be an apartment building before it burned mysteriously, while some say that it was a hospital that had done horrendous act to their patients.
However, those were just that, rumors and it didn't stop many odd visitors to stumble into the dying building.
Children were known to be very curious when at the certain age, they're known to get into trouble. One child is such like that and he was no different.
The child left his home due to his parents off at work, not wanting to stay in an empty, cold house. He hanged around in the open field area of the old building as he picked up a thin stick, and swung it around like he was wielding a sword.
"I am Silver Ire! The leader of the Renkin Sentai! Enemies beware for my mighty strike!" The young boy announced as he stroke a pose in front of the piles of cans and stones that he had found littering across the field. The boy then proceeds to swing his sticks around, kicking the stones and cans away.
"Hyah! Hah! Take that enemy from Underworld! No one is going to die on my watch."
As the boy turned around, he made an audible gasp as he stood in front of the large stone.
"You...! You are the King of the Underworld...Beezel King! I will not let you tarnish the goodness of the people, take this, Silver Special Move; Lunar Strike!"
As the boy swung his stick at the large boulder, the impact snapped the stick in half. Undeterred by the broken stick, the boy then proceeds on pushing against the large boulder, grunting, and huffing as he struggled against the unmoving rock.
Of course, the rock refused to move.
After few minutes of struggling against the rock, the boy gave up and flopped down on the ground, exhausted.
"I will get you next time!" the boy huffed, breathing heavily as he watched the gray smog rolling around in the sky. He lay there for a bit before he picked himself up and dusting the dirt off, he looked over at the unmoving boulder and headed off home.
-.-
Touch-Me snapped awake from his nap, finding himself still online at the game of Yggdrasil. Luckily he's in the Guild base, so he didn't have to worry about being ambushed, but when he checked the time, it was past 4 in the morning.
Widening his eyes, he quickly logged off from the game and took the headgear off, ruffling his unkempt hair. He checked the time and saw that he only has 4 more hours to sleep.
He turned off the machine and stumbled himself back to the main room, where his wife was sleeping and slipped into the bed before passing out.
After morning had come, Touch-Me found himself eating the breakfast with his family. He looked over outside to see never ending smog and memories of him playing outside resurfaced. His wife saw him looking outside with a faraway look and asked him what was wrong.
"Nothing" Touch-Me replied, "Just remembering an old childhood memory."