A/N: I will put off one of my ongoing fics for this one. I have been itching to write this one the moment I published my second fic.
I remembered that I had a plan on how this was going to play out buuuuutttt I can't seem to remember it. Oh well, I have a new idea for the pacing of this story anyways.
Do take note that I am basically regaining the bits and pieces for the imagination I had for this one i.e. I'm sorta making this up on the fly. I don't know if this makes this easier to update or not.
J-Just trust me, damnit…!
But I will try to update this regularly.
(Heh… "try" he says. Isn't even committed enough to finish his other fic)
Shrouded.
Bogged.
Confused.
Entangled.
Wired.
Immobile.
Restless.
Tired.
Bored.
Somewhat like a newborn coming out of their mother's womb, a thick boggy impenetrable fog of darkness denied me my eyesight while a gelatinous-like liquid encased my resting naked body, suspended barely below the impotable fluid's depths by wires that punctured every key point of my motor control before my nose was completely submerged in it.
How typical… This was no more different than what happened to me prior to the killing game that started it all. What seems so extraordinary to any other human being, I treat it as something mundane as the phenomena of reflecting and refracting light to make a rainbow - a natural occurrence.
And just like everything else, this bores me.
. . .
. . .
Although...I am starting to have doubts about my upbringing. I suppose I have all the time to muse about my existence while I wait for my eventual release.
"Hinata-kun…"
As spotty as my memories are, I recall each salvageable event as vividly as the moment it happened: the moment I came out of my mother's womb, the superficial happiness I felt in my childhood partaking in various "hobbies", the reality my mentors drilled to my brain (in a figurative and literal sense), the despair I felt about my lack of talent, the hope that brimmed inside me when I received that letter that changed my fate, the sensation of accomplishment I felt when my shoes felt the very heavenly grounds of Hope's Peak Academy, and...
"Talent isn't the goal... I think..."
...Nanami...
Every mistake...every regret...every single...DAMN...thing!!! I had every opportunity in the world to protect her. I had all the time to listen to her words and play video games with her by that fountain. I had every chance to say my last farewell to her, as both Hinata Hajime and...him. And what... happened?
"You don't remember...? Not even...when we used to..."
She suffered.
"You know..."
She bled out.
"...they say..."
She died...
"I'm sorry..."
I'm sorry...
"...that I didn't save you."
...that I didn't save you.
Was this finally the answer I was seeking? There is no hope in my future, so the only logical conclusion is...
. . .
...Perhaps so. If there is no more hope left, then all that remains is...
. . .
What a boring outcome. Hope? Despair? Neither are as unpredictable as I thought. Two same sides of the coin of concept, like light and darkness, ascension and descent, war and peace, morality and justice. One must pass before the other comes. One must influence the other. One cannot exist without the other. Such as now; while I wait under the cape of inescapable darkness, I know that the light will come eventually.
. . .
...But what kind of light is out there...in a dark monotonous world outside the transcendental realm?
. . .
Then, I shall wait in bored anticipation...
...and entrust my fate to the future...as I did.
But to do that, I must carry the burden of both hope and despair, I must seek not for forgiveness, but for a better path to lead others out of the darkness we casted upon the world...
...and I must live the rest of my life...
...as Hinata Hajime.
A/N: Oops! Sorry, this is just the prologue. The real story should start in the next chapter.