My apologies for the shortness of this part. Bit it's still only a prologue. I'll try and make the other chapters a reasonable length. Noein is not yet introduced to the story.
Kumo was so flustrated he could have torn up the calender and thrown the remains off of the roof. Over the past while, it had been easier and easier to anger him, so people steered clear and gave him a pretty wide girth.
'Six years,' he thought to himself through gritted teeth. It had been six whole years since Misteria (and Windaria) had been destroyed. Six years since Kumo had begun his quest to defeat and destroy Chaos once and for all, not just for the loss of his own people, but for the losses of others and the safety of those who still lived.
Six whole years, and he had gotten nowhere.
He breathed deeply, trying to calm himself down– hell if he was going to let his enemy feed off of his negative emotions. Sitting on the bed, he tried to clear his mind, to meditate. Kumo tried, over and over, to successfully empty his mind for meditation, but that only resulted in trying to think of ways to overcome Chaos.
They- or he- or whoever needed to destroy the whole of Gaudium first. That was a feat easier said then done, even for two Unlimited going at it at once. Whoever was left in Gaudium might not have been Unlimited, but powerful with the help of Chaos nonetheless.
Not Unlimited. That really made him think. Oscha... Oscha himself had never really fought, and there was something about him that made him seem more powerful than he made himself out to be. Could Oscha be a third known Unlimited?
After having his mind fumble around that possibility, he decided, yes, Oscha could be Unlimited. And just to himself, he'd call him Unlimited until someone or something (such as his death) proved him wrong.
Only someone that was Unlimited himself could kill another Unlimited. But no Unlimited could die until Chaos was completely destroyed, for good. That raised yet another issue. They'd have to battle an Unlimited on the opposite side that they couldn't kill, and his true abilities had not yet been gaged. He could be the strongest Unlimited to ever exist, so powerful that he and Kaze combined would not be enough to even give Oscha a headache.
Speaking of which, headaches, anyway, he had gotten one from thinking like that. Kumo massaged his temples carefully with one hand, the other using the finger to press on one of his big toes after taking off his shoes. Sometimes, it actually did work to drive headaches away. It was sort of amazing that way. Sighing, he laid down on the bed, just looking to the ceiling. With nothing to do at the moment, his green eyes tried to find little cracks in the ceiling.
However, that was quickly given up on. Searching for cracks wouldn't help them find a way to defeat Chaos at all. Nibble on the inside of his bottom lip softly, Kumo got up and left his tiny room. Cid definitely wasn't Unlimited, but he was intelligent and clever. Perhaps there was something, anything stored at the back of his mind, forgotten, that could help them defeat Gaudium and Chaos.
It was never wrong to hope to such a miracle, but to get one's hopes too high was wrong. He knew that– and wished he had long ago. His plan that he was positive would work, pretending to work for the Earl, failed miserably. And now, his desire to destroy Chaos rather than help him was out in the open.
Kaze had no desire to help him. The Comodeen, as a whole, was too weak. He was alone, with only Cid's intelligence and logics to help. If Kaze actually participated in helping them from time to time, maybe Chaos would be dead by now.
But Kaze didn't, making him a nuisance.
That bastard.
For, you see, since Kaze didn't help, all of this freedom-wishing organization had most of their hopes placed upon Kumo. Before, the Misterian knew he was the only one that could bring freedom back to the universe and Wonderland. Now, people knew he was the only one he could, and that placed the weight of an actual responsibility on his shoulders.
And with responsibility came the worst of it; stress, and the fear of failure.
He didn't know how he could do this. He was one man, alone. But people were putting all of their hope on him, depending on him. He couldn't just do nothing. He sat down on his bed, flopping down into a laying position. Right now, he felt that he needed some well-earned sleep more than anything else.
