Author's Note:
This is a reboot of Yokai Shojo Rakuen, and it willbe different than the original. First off, this story will have a different protagonist, and will not be Najmi from the original one. This story will be much more mature and I'll try not to make the same mistakes like last time. Sorry people, but I'm no longer holding votes or accepting OCs. I've already collected enough OCs from authors during my plan to re-write the story.
If anyone is interested in being my Beta Reader/Proofreader, drop a PM. And please, no flame reviews. If you can kindly point out any mistake I made, then I will fix it.
Chapter 0: Luther Bros
Tyrell Luther wiped the sweat off his forehead as he walked up the sidewalk from his basket ball game at the park. He was wearing white gym shorts with a red muscle shirt and a pair of black Nikes. The rays of the afternoon sun only made him sweat profusely, but the cool wind was beating the heat with some effort.
He was a twenty-year old man with brown skin, black hair in a small afro, and brown eyes. Tyrell had a medium build with well-toned muscles that he worked on from working out and competing in sports; his favorite sports were basket ball and swimming.
I almost had it. Damn it.
The teams were tied and the enemy team managed to get one lucky shot; Tyrell was disappointed because even though he gave it his all, he still lost the game. He blamed some of his team mates because they weren't doing a decent job in keeping the ball away from the opposing team, but some of them told him to chill and that it's just a game.
He couldn't help but sigh as he trekked through the beautiful neighborhood of Heritage Lake. Maybe he was getting over competitive when it came to sports and games; this isn't the first time he was told to calm down after a game.
When he arrived at his house, he saw his little brother Nico Luther sitting on the black living room couch while speaking to his best friend, Kyle on his smart phone. Nico didn't notice him because he was busy ranting about people being too cynical about games and movies, and some unfair DLC.
"Yeah, you got that right. I didn't mine DLC in the past, but game companies these days are getting sick with it, man. Remember the DLC for Dead Space 3? Unfuckingbelievable that the Awakened DLC had so much content it could have been added to the core game." Nico paused to hear his friend speak.
"Oh, please don't get me started on Evolve, man…"
Nico was eighteen years old and had the same brown skin, black hair, and brown eyes like Tyrell. He usually shaves his hair to the point of being nearly bald and likes to wear a black beanie most of the time. He was wearing blue jeans with a black t-shirt that had Doomguy killing an Imp on it.
Unlike his older brother that was fit and active, Nico was a little chubby. This mostly stems from him eating too much junk food and not being active enough, but he has shown to be a decent basket ball player when Tyrell took him to the park; the only problem was that he tired out too quickly and his sides would often hurt. He definitely needed to work on his stamina.
Tyrell smirked and went upstairs to take a shower. That was the difference between them. Tyrell was more of an active person that took an interest in sports while his little brother was a gamer; it's not to say that he didn't like to play games because he used to play multiplayer games with him, like Call of Duty, Halo, and the time they played co-op mode on Dead Space 3.
After taking a shower and getting dress in a grey t-shirt and black jeans, Tyrell headed towards the computer to work on his anthropology home work for college and he didn't want his parents to catch him slacking off. Luckily, they still weren't home from their romantic date. Unfortunately, he found his brother playing Minecraft on the computer.
I really don't get that game. So you build crap with blocks, why is that so popular?" Tyrell asked with annoyance.
Nico looked at him after he just finished having his character kill a spider with a diamond sword.
"It's more than that, man. People create cool ass mods for this game and you can build awesome stuff with the blocks. Have you looked at Minecraft videos on YouTube? Those fans make amazing animations!"
"Whatever." Tyrell rolled my eyes.
"It's time for you to bounce, I need to do my home work, and should you be doing your home work too? I heard from mom and dad that you need to do a project for your history class." I reminded him.
"I'll work on it later, man. Weekends are my RnR time, I can do all that work on the weekdays." Nico turned back to his game and started to place torches in his little wooden house.
"Yeah, but your project is due in the morning this coming Monday; you're gonna be rushing to finish it on Sunday night if you keep playing games all day."
"Give me one hour and I'll work on it, dude." He begged him. Tyrell sighed.
"Fine, but only an hour." Tyrell said, walking out the computer room.
Tyrell was downstairs reading a book called Twisted; it's about a teenage dork named Tyler that became popular because he vandalized his high school by spray painting it and he attracts the attention of the cliché most popular, prettiest, and richest girl in school, Bethany Millbury. It also doesn't help the fact that Tyler's father works for Mr. Millbury and he constantly brown noses him and thinks his own son is a trouble-making delinquent that should be sent off to the Military as a polite way of saying get the hell out my house!
Poor Tyler.
All he did was spray paint a wall on a school and now his father thinks he's a scum bag. He only did it to impress people because he was always teased and picked on; he didn't do it because he was in some gang.
Tyrell was close to reaching the scene where a very drunk Bethany was about to fuck Tyler at some large house party with many kids from the school attending it, but he suddenly heard the scream of his little brother upstairs.
"Nico!" Tyrell shouted and ran upstairs as quickly as possible. When he arrived in the computer room, Nico was nowhere to be found and the screen was purple.
"Nico, where are you!?" Before he could do anything, purple tendrils sprouted out of the computer screen and wrapped around Tyrell tightly, like an octopus using its tentacles to ensnare a hapless crap.
"What the fuck!?" The older brother struggled against the slimy tendrils that reminded him too much of Japanese girls helplessly tied up in tentacles, but they were too strong and thick. Tyrell gave out a final scream before he was quickly pulled into the screen of the computer.
Author's Note:
It's great to be back, guys. Anyway, I'm in the process of moving, so the next update will come in a week or two. Don't worry; the next chapter will be longer, this is just a short introduction to our main characters.