Zero Chapter: Hello!
Hiya, readers! This is Mon937 (obviously) here introducing you to my first ever fanfic. I honestly don't remember how I got the idea for it originally, but I've been working on it for a while. Eventually it just started writing itself.
So a little 'bout me... well, I'm a black 16-year old male. Pretty standard anime/manga maniac. Well, except for the fact that I actually play sports pretty often. I guess that's a little unusual.
Anyways, I'm not one for much romance so there's not much of it in this fanfic. That and I don't think I'm good enough to actually do the whole romance thing right without the majority of you puking out of pure revulsion. Well, I think that's it... I'm not good at this so I don't know what else to say. This is only here because a friend suggested I do so.
Read and review if you want so I know just what the hell I'm doing wrong. Otherwise I'll end up doing it in any other fic I write and that probably wouldn't be good.
Well, here's Chapter 1
Chapter 1: Our Life Before
My life used to be, well normal isn't the word I'd choose, but it was good enough. I fought with my siblings, I trained to get stronger than Shea, we fought in underground arenas for extra money (We rarely hit the same place twice within two months since everyone bet against us and we got good money because of it). It was the good life until June 24th. Then things went left. It's kinda pointless and boring to rant about it, so let me show you.
"Hey, Tage! Pick up the pace!" Shea yelled. We were running for the exercise and, as usual, I was falling behind. I knew it would be a matter of time before everyone else tired out and I overtook them, but that time hadn't come yet. We were all sweating in the mid-December heat and the sun glared off the sweat, making us glisten.
"How about you stop making me waste my breath!" I yelled back. If forced to talk continually, I would never pass them. Well, pass Darius and Shea anyway. Trel was already fallin' out, so I sped up a little and ran past him.
"How come... you always DO THAT?" he panted.
"'Cuz it's too easy!" With that, I felt his reiatsu rise and bit a figured what would come next. "Do ya really want to? You'll remember I'm better at shunpo." I said. Afterwards, the reiatsu came back down and Trel kept running normally.
"Hey! Let's turn this into a shunpo race! I wanna get this over with." Darius called.
"You're on!" We all called back and released enough reiatsu to shunpo. I was the most efficient at this: Shea would always release way too much reiatsu and create craters as she ran in which she would always lose balance 'cause of the cracks. Trel would release too little and barely be above normal speed. Darius was pretty good actually, fluxing between a little too much and a little too little, causing him to go pretty damn fast. But I was perfect. And I always held back a lot so I wouldn't get jumped at home (Darius and Trel didn't scare me, but Shea did). 30 seconds later and we were standing at home.
Home wasn't big, just a two story house where the living room takes up most of the 1st floor and there's a little kitchen for the space it doesn't take up. On the second floor is all 4 of our rooms, but they're pretty much shoved onto the side next to the stairs. What the builders were thinkin', I'll never know.
"We got any fights today?" Shea asked, maybe a little too eagerly, when we settled into the couches in the living room. Shea was an absolute fight-a-holic. He smiles wide every time we step into a ring or an opponent underground finds us topside and wants revenge.
"Nope," Darius sis, "That's next week." We were just talking about completely useless stuff and how to get extra money (I remember Shea punching Trel through a wall when he jokingly suggested one job. "DON'T EVEN JOKE LIKE THAT!!!" she screamed, an impossible red blooming across her face.) when my life as I knew it ended. And it all started with that oppressive reiatsu.