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Warning: This story is M rated for a reason. Contains boy x boy pairings so if you don't like it, run away while you still can!

Disclaimer for entire story: I do not own Karneval or any of it's character, just my ideas

Two hundred years ago, the world was conquered by one country. The new king combined the world into one nation, but divided it into 2000 societies or organizations. The rich and prosperous organizations are those of the lower numbers while the poverty-stricken organization are those of the higher numbers.

At the age of 16, all of the citizen must apply to the organizations. Although they may apply, whether or not they are accepted is up the captains of each organization. The goal for most citizen's is to make into the lowest organization possible; however, that could mean leaving behind everything they once knew.

-BEEP BEEP-

The blaring sound of the alarm clock awoke a raven haired teenager from his sleep. Throwing his hand across his nightstand, he fumbled around till he hit the off button on his alarm clock. 'So annoying,' the boy thought. He hated having the wake up early every morning. Today, however, wasn't like every other morning, today was the day of the organization choosing and the day that will decided the rest of his life. Not that the boy seemed to care.

Getting out of bed he got dressed, pulling on black pants along with a black, one-sleeved undershirt and black gloves, threw on his long blue coat over the top, and slipped on some brown, lace-less shoes. Walking back over to his night stand, he grabbed his signature goggles and placed them on his head. Lastly, he grabbed his ID card which had a picture and the name Gareki on the front.

Stepping out of his house, Gareki looked around the neighborhood that he had lived in for as long as he could remember. Of course, being the number that his community was, the neighborhood that Gareki lived in was poverty-stricken. His "house" was nothing more than a half-rundown building with shattered windows and a piece of metal that served as a sad excuse for a door.

After the accident on the slave ship, he had ended up on the shore of the organization number 2000 area. Tsubaki had taken him in and cared for him along with the twins, Yotaka and Tsubame.

Gareki had moved out of their house some time ago and started living on his own. He hadn't seen the twins in over two years and curiously wondered what had happened to them. Since they were one year older than him, they had their organization choosing a year ago and he had no idea which one they had been accepted into. He hoped that it was a lower than this one so they didn't have to struggle to find food and shelter.

Gareki didn't expect to move up to a different organization number, after all, he's never done anything worth noticing. He was only going because he had to and he really didn't feel like having trouble with the government this time. He had been caught a few times stealing, but he was only left off with only a warning.

Shoving his hands in his pockets, Gareki walked down the street in the direction of the train station that would take him to Central City where the event was being held. All the citizens that were currently sixteen, no matter what organization you are already in, had to go to Central City to be chosen for an organization.

After waiting nearly an hour for the train—which didn't do well to his already unpleasant mood—he was shoved into a cramped and over-packed compartment. The ride was uncomfortable, with being squished between multiple people, and he was forced to stand the entire 45 minute train ride.

He was herded off the train with the rest of the passengers onto the train platform. A huge sign overhead read, "Welcome to Central City." Walking out of the station, Gareki noticed the large number of brightly colored booths that were lined up along every street, trying to sell souvenirs and food to the passersby. The first impression he got of the city was that it looked like a carnival.

Ignoring the tourist attractions, Gareki continued walking to the center of the town, taking little interest in anything. 'This is a complete waste of my time,' Gareki thought. 'All I need to do is swipe my card through the organization number 2000 and then I can go home. After all, there's no way I couldn't be accepted into the highest organization.' While Gareki was lost in his thoughts he didn't notice the fast approaching white haired boy until they collided into one another.

Gareki stumbled back but managed to catch himself before he fell, but the white haired boy, however, wasn't as well balanced and fell back, landing hard on his tail-bone. Gareki looked down at the young boy who was dressed in a plain white long sleeved shirt, dark blue shorts, and white tennis shoes.

"S-sorry," the boy stammered as he quickly got up, "I-I didn't hurt you did I?"

"Tsk, I'm fine, I'm not the one who ended up on the ground." replied Gareki, looking into the bright red eyes that lit up when he realized he didn't hurt the boy he had run into.

The white haired boy quickly nodded and ran around him,"Excuse me, I have to go."

'What's with that guy,' Gareki thought after the boy had run off. He decide to ignore the encounter and continued to the center which, Gareki saw as he approached, was packed with hundreds of people. The event area, which consisted of multiple streets and took up and area of about five miles, was blockaded off by large, silver metal gates.

"Welcome to the organization choosing," said a voice over a loud speaker. "Please keep in mind that whichever institution you become apart of at the end of the day will become your permanent residence. With that, you may now begin your search, good luck."