Title: Death and Destruction, but Mostly Just Death
Not sure how I came up with that name, but I think it suits the story.
Summary: I'm not an otaku. Let me just say that. I am, however, part of an anime now, so you can call me what you like. All I have to say is this: make the nickname cool, not lame, and definitely not sound like I'm a loser. That's all.
Sorry, the summary is just something I threw together. It's probably not that good, but it'll do for now.
Rating: K+ for now, but may change to T in the future due to (maybe) mild swearing.
Dying hurts, that's for sure.
I wasn't one to believe it would be pleasant, but I didn't believe it would be this...agonizing...this slow. Maybe it was just the way in which I died. Okay, let me back up a little bit. I drowned, plain and simple. I wasn't doing anything too dangerous. I wasn't out in the water alone, I wasn't eaten by a shark, nothing special. No, I died a normal death. The waves were pulling me under, and I was too tired o stay up. In the few seconds I had above water, all I could do was choke on water, coughing it up. I could hear me friends calling for me, swimming to me, but in the end, it didn't matter.
They lived, I think, though that doesn't really matter, 'cause I'M THE ONE THAT DIED. You probably don't want to hear this, since I'm supposed to be such a great protagonist, but I'm selfish. I'm no criminal, but I really like things that benefit me. Then again, who doesn't?
Does someone look in their pocket and go "Damn it, I have $400 dollars in my pocket...if only I had less money... then I would be happier?"
It doesn't happen. Perhaps it was just that I never had much money, which made me want it all the more. I'm not sure, but I am sure that if someone were to sort me after death, it would likely be into Heaven. I did good deeds, I gave gifts, who could blame me for being human?
The only person that had power over it, I suppose. That's how I got here, I think.
I'm not too sure where 'here' is. Honestly, it's not too bad. No worries, no problems; it's like... well... I would say Heaven, but that's not the right word. It feels like Limbo. Not the game, mind you, but the place I'd imagine students would go when The Sorting Hat can't sort them. It's a pulsing darkness, filled with something sinister, not much, but enough to make me feel uncomfortable.
That sensations will disappear eventually, I'm sure.
It did indeed fade away after who knows how long. In its place was a comforting warmth. Perhaps that's not the right word, since Limbo itself was warm, but, rather, it was a pulsing heat, and not one of the lusting kind, either.
Every so often, I would feel everything shrinking, smothering me, and the heat would be so close to me I feared we would become one, and I'd burn alive from the rising temperature. Not the most pleasant experience, really.
During one of these moments, I passed out. Upon opening my eyes, I was blinded by a white light. I grimaced, crying out, only to hear quite possibly the most annoying sound in the world: a baby's cry. More than one, actually, probably two. The first was loud, so much so that my ears rang, but the second was further yet still audible.
Point is, there was white and annoying sounds. But something was missing. It was like there was something dangling right in front of me, something I hardly knew was missing, but I couldn't reach it.
The white began to clear, separating into blobs of color. It vaguely resembled a person, but I couldn't recognize the being.
Chatter hit my ears, the smooth voice of someone speaking, though it was in a language I could not make out. It sounded vaguely familiar. Soon, I recognized a few words, realizing it was Japanese. Well, crap, I'm in big trouble. As far as I know, it's hardest for English speakers to learn Asian languages. Just my luck. At least I began to study it.
If you didn't already know, I liked anime. I wouldn't go so far as to call me an otaku, but I was no stranger to Japanese culture. At least I got to visit Japan. If I was in Japan, that is, I could have been in some other country with Japanese parents and a Japanese doctor. But that's unlikely.
Suddenly, I was in the arms of another. I was warmed by the action this person took of kissing my forehead, my new mother, I assumed. But that hole inside me was still not filled. Whatever I yearned for was nearby, but I could not for the life of me reach it. I struggled, squirmed, and was an overall nuisance, but nothing came. Not for a while, anyway.
It all changed, like, five minutes later. There was no grim reminder to humanity or anything, no, just a comforting presence I realized was my twin. I could see him clearly, but the background was a blur. He had the most beautiful caramel eyes, and thin wisps of almost blond hair. That's not a typical Japanese baby. One of the few features that I could discern to by Asian was the mono lid, but his eyes were so big it didn't really matter.
The only thing I could think was: Do I look Japanese now?
The answer? To be revealed...
This took way longer than expected. I'll try to update every Friday, but I make no promises. I'll probably update twice a week during the rest of winter break, just because I don't have to deal with school for a while.
Anyways, I hope you liked it!
I know it's not the best quality, but I always seem to do my best work when the characters are fully developed, as I have no clue what to do with the characters in the first few chapters. I will likely revise and edit this chapter and the next few ones when I get further in the story.
But for now, it will stay the same.
Thanks for reading!
~ClaritaNox
Edited on 08/27/17
