Sometime After October 4th, Morning time
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In The Jungle of Saber-tooth Tigers
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Lost Time and Lost Somewhere
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Months, maybe weeks or even just days have passed since the sky turned a revengeful red and my body tumbled down to earth from the skies I flew over awaiting to arrive back in Japan trying to prepare for the last challenge of my life. Everyone I knew, trusted, or felt anything other than nothing, were all gone now, no one to turn to, no one in sight, no one was here with me anymore.
I only have my bat and bags to carry me onwards.
Back to Japan to finally lay to rest my broken body, to finally be at peace.
Through the bizarre terrain of grasslands, mountains, oceans and lakes at every turn of walking for miles I've no idea which way the winds blows or what monstrous beast next will stalk me as its prey.
What is this place, this devilish harem of thorns and needles, pulling centuries old creatures back from the grave, enlisting their help to seek out anything from the crash, killing whatever it maybe without cause to charge.
This is nothing like the modern world, man versus man and the strongest may survive are all that count here.
Your friendships will burn here.
Your lovers will murder you in your sleep here.
Your enemy will become your ally, and no one here is pure and trustworthy anymore.
Let your violently mind arise from the depth of that small, hellish place in your heart you think is corrupted and disturbed, it will be the only way to live another day.
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Death.
Demise of all living beings, once gone all that will remain is the dilapidated ruins of those poor souls with hope of escaping and with what courage left in them to seek salvation off these forgotten relics of an ancient era, so long had been dead to the modern world.
Death is all around me now.
Death is here and will never leave my side, even when the shinigamis come for my useless body.
Blood.
It runs out spilling forth a pool of crimson entrapping everyone I find. They too, are taken away in a fit of terrified screams and ripped open for everything to fall out in a disturbing Picasso art piece as well.
Flesh raw and splattered about the jungle floor glow like ghostly white stones, bones turns to ash and fly off into the sea scented breeze and guts spew out tearing and vomiting from the perishing bodies still suffering away even while they too were being killed by what ever these creature are on this satanic island.
Salvation.
Hope to breathe pure air long since denied for and given up on. Now gone all that is left are the scattered pieces of my resolve to never fear death's arrival now faded in my dying heart.
Salvation is lost to me now.
Angels and gods, will you find me; bring me to the light before my flicker candle like life is blown out in one foul and gruesome strike.
Hell began as the plane came crashing down into the land that would soon enough purge the living of anything sane.
Everything shattered, falling into a black madness.
No one else is here to comfort me; they've all been died for so long now.
I miss them, a lot; now that I think about it I want to go back to then.
Even if I have to relive the many pains I saw you all had to take. Your battered arms locked in place by the chains and the wounds upon your backs were finally treated with that cold towel of medicines from the back alley doctors.
Not long after that would the famous bucket of dry ice come into the room and be put in the your anguish looking faces, and as you told me, your visions would dance in the fine lines of passing out and dying right then and there.
Why didn't you just let go then? Let your body at last succumb to the temptations of being free of your damaged body and just fade from the repulsion we all had to see but you alone took the pain straight to your veins knowing one day it would end in your resolve being beaten to nothing and your eyes hollowed out with no light ever making it back into your soul.
Why?
When your life could of been so great, so fulfilling to society, so warm and inviting to be even at a distant to it. You could of have days just spent in bed wrapped around loved ones smothered with care and adoration, is there anything better after coming out of the lives you fell into for so long.
Lives you spent having to scrub days worth of blood off your teeth, knuckles, and soul. Where the highlight of your life was making it past another birthday and moving up a other ladder of ranks before you might be dead on a train or lake with bullets lodged in your forehead and a blank expression slapped upon your face.
Why, even stay and fight it?
Just so there rest could move forwards, stepping right over top your bodies, once you all had done your jobs. No one else would do it, so why would you all do that just to die horribly in the end? Was there a dream at stake, was there a future you thought would come true once they fell?
Why become the sacrifice to these ungrateful people, why?
Why?
It doesn't make sense.
None of this makes sense, at all, the gang will be reassembling soon, guns will be draw, and the tricks will start up in a flash. Angry, bitter acting people are coming together swirling around like a violent storm cloud threatening to cause a hurricane of graves to rise up again.
Just like when you all were here.
What now?
Can I break from the code, the system I have always lived in, the very people who took me from the shacks of decomposing death and run from them? I don't know any other way to live, I once yearned for the life the watchmen stood upon as they called down the laws on us underlings.
Maybe this is a phase, a silly child-like fantasy I'm making up in my head to cope with my hollow filled past, maybe it's just a phase for me.
Still, maybe or not, I can feel the churning of my gut, pushing and shoving for my heart to move, run, anything to get out before it takes me too. Before I'm in the ground, crawling my way out of a hopeless situation. Perishing from life just like the filthy society human's call upon to those kinds of people.
They won't even look upon us to disgrace or blame, just leave us there to dead. Alone in the darkness.
Is that awaiting me?
Anguish looking faces, curled back lips with my teeth chipped and later on be pulled out or wedged further back into my gums just so the Slithers can hear my shrieks of mercy when I finally break, knowing death is a gift but they'll dangle it in front of you for weeks till even letting you close to that present of the gods and then pull it right back into the darkness just so you can break apart all over again.
For their fun will never be done till a body is limp; no hands to move with and no legs to shake especially when they want you to stop moving when the needles and acid come out to play. Ears pulled out like a abnormal freak and drilled through to hold up the beaded aqua and white colored jewelry they hang with your carcass once they've had their fun.
Eyes are left alone, no one places a single thing on them; not even the Slithers put their tongues or nails on the eyes. They may as well be the one thing left to the body, piercing wide orbs bugged out like a fish glossed over with the last remaining tears that poor body could shed before the clamps went over their temples and the saw blades whirled to life cutting a bloodless slash into the person head.
They were dead even before the saw was brought into the enclosed slaughter house, just outside of the city regions of Honshu.
Am I going to die?
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October 4th, 11:32 Am
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International Airport of Guam, Port 22
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Summer Winds and Summer Chills
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Sitting here, 1616 miles away from the cunning blades of Watchmen, Slithers and the bodies piling up with the resurrection of the Blessing, I am the closest thing to temporarily safe from anything dealing with the organization, nothing at this moment could be worse than returning to there.
I've run away from them.
Just as you all had made sure of with your own lives.
Once you started the gang wars between old enemies of the organization and mischief making undergrounder gangs, ThO-zie, and HengSodie, to fuel the blood shed and kill off the Blessing, even if for just a while as I took flight out of the country and ended up in Guam for only a short amount of time.
I still take great appreciation in what you all have done for me.
Thank you, Everyone.
Thank you for the chances to live, I might of truly ended up in the hands of Shuji Yamanashi.
Thank you for saving my wreckage of a soul.
Sakuragi-sama, Bo-chan, Asuka-kun, Kana-san, Mimi-chan, and you, Kagemusha-dono, every last one of you has become a bright blooming star amongst the many millions of small stars while you all shine ever so much more over those souls lost in the wreckage of no heaven.
I speak up to the night skies each night I'm blessed with serene silence, and no blood pooling under my feet. You all have saved this body that will will one day too fall apart but maybe able to smile at death's greeting when it comes time.
Not too soon after this fairy tail like escape must come to a close and the reality of my death coming ever so close again I must depart from Guam and face the Blessing once more, this time, in my grave.
Farewell days of sunlight warming my skin to a pinkish tint, to the salt scented winds rudely dancing under my dresses, to the bitter drinks, minty ice cream cones and mango flavored meats I gored upon almost with tears in my eyes at the heaven sent gifts of not being starved during this fast pace escape.
Farewell to a life I could once only dream about, farewell and may I be born again to see such simple joys without the fires raging behind my every step and take comfort in a life I could be around you all again.
Farewell, my sweet and short lived fantasy. I will miss you, I will cry when it is gone but I shall see you again, my life of joys.
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"Attention all passengers! Flight 2307 to Japan, Attention! Will be leaving in 5 minutes. Attention!"
A cheerful flight attendant spoke into the microphone, her eyes squinted apparently trying to read off a piece of paper held in her other hand but as she spoke her hands would jitter causing her to squint even more. I guess this would be her first time working the mic as it looked like from my seat nearest the massive glass windows facing out to the incoming and leaving planes.
Her voice still makes it through delivering the intended message, calling myself and a few other passengers to hurry on onboard the plane with a little more effort than to just stroll on in; only the first class cabinet had that privilege.
As it appeared before on the first class passengers was two girls, maybe around 10 years old, walked side by side. One of them with raven colored hair and a frilly pink dress. The other with blonde hair, in a simple white tank shirt and a pink skirt were escorted onto the plane surrounded with a pack of shades wearing bodyguards all keeping an eye on the area they were walking into.
Probably some big shot's daughters or yakuza family members. Even they have it better than the Blessings newest recruits, who start at 8 years old.
Soon after them was a whole army of school uniform cladded kids barging onto the flight, some of the students stood out as high schoolers with their endowments, some of them acted like elementary students with their voices boasting loudly other one another as they talked about their vacation and who did what with who. Other moved along with utter and absolute silence like they were so unlucky to happen to be stuck with children like them.
Two teachers followed along the river of students, a rough around the edges looking man with his clothes wrinkled and his eyes in a permeant glare to the kids acting all kinds of crazy. By him was a short black haired woman with small glasses smiling and gesturing about with her hands.
She must be really happy with the trip, maybe in another life I could be a teacher as well, long as I could look like her right now, bubbling with life surrounded by my students who appreciate my dedicated work to them.
I step away from the chair aching at the unforgiving cushion they barely put into these airport chairs and make my way over to the tunnel funneling us into the plane. I take a hold of my once cleaned red rucksack and lacrosse bag throwing both straps over my left shoulder and pick up my pace making it to the back of the small line of stragglers, like myself, onto the flight. My goggles fog for a moment and I adjust the clamp on them placing them back over my eyes.
The same attendant speaking before on the microphone stands in place scanning in the tickets giving everyone passing through a heart felt smile, I mental cringe wanting to grip my heart at such a sweet gesture, what a beautiful person she is to complete strangers.
The line passes quicker than I anticipated, so I end up patting down my pant's pockets looking for my ticket once I reach the beautiful woman smiling gratefully at me.
"Hello, thank you for flying with North Air. How was your trip, miss?" Her English was clear and precise, without stutters or grammar faults with such a care in her voice. I fumble out the ticket finding it was in my upper left pocket; along with my five pieces of guava gum and the stolen jade stone carved out in the shape of the Buddha idol.
"A-ah, Yea, it was. Pulchritudinous, Tha-" I stuttered out trying to find polite words to answer her simple question rather try using my broken slangs words I was so use to saying to the Watchmen.
Before I could bow and head into the metal funneling throat connecting me to the plane, a hard jab plowed into my side knocking me over into the ground a small weight collapsed over top my side.
"Oi, kid! What are doing running?" A gruff voice shouted down at me and whatever it was that fell over top I, footsteps stomped over and grumbled a menacing strong of curses before casting a large shadow over my sight. A cop heavily breathing and sweating out like a pig glared down through he had to tilt backwards to look over his robust midsection on the ground. I kind of wanted to smile at the officer silly expression, veins popping and sweat dribbling down his lips. he was incredibly out of shape to running after somebody with such speed.
"Kids these days, no respect!" The cop said again, still huffing and his belly jiggling with each hard breath, before reaching out his stubby fingers and lifted up a boy in a middle school uniform.
So, that is who hit me, maybe he is on this plane as well. I might thank him later for luckily stopping myself from making a complete blunder with the beautiful woman.
"Are you alright Miss and Sir!" Again the woman comes to face me and I feel the heart of mine forget to beat. It seems as well the boy's heart stopped for a moment when he caught a glance of the attendant, such a pretty woman to anyone's standards.
"Oi, let me go, you old man! I gotta get on the plane!" The spiky haired boy struggled against the fat arms of the officer, he really wasn't making his situation any better by doing that, the attendant looked over with a concerned expression and chewed at her lip worrying over the boy as it appeared to look like.
"Umm, officer please let him, umm-" The woman stood quietly begging with the police man to let the boy, who continued to struggle with the officer, but with her meek voice the officer grumbled some more before landing his angry dark eyes on to the attendant.
"Huh, he's been running since the food courts downstairs, I ain't letting him go anytime soon till we question him! Got a problem with that Hunny-cakes?" The woman shrinks slightly at the cops sick but definitely threatening words and quiver at his sexual comment to her, course she is well, very, endowed but that gives no man or woman the right to say such disgusting things to an angelic female.
So I step up.
I brush off the bits of dust clinging to my white jeans, regrettable a palm size splatter stain of neon blue is left on the left hip pocket, I push up my goggles letting them rest on my forehead, and step towards him and the boy, who now noticed my standing presence.
Letting the cop be the only one of the small gathering of flight workers for this plane ride get a full view of my eyes, I grip onto his sweaty uniform pressing my face to about hairs distance away from his Kehmchi reeked breath.
To avoid any odd and awkward situations, I turned the cop's face to the left letting me stand closer, almost intimately to the cop, but not smothering guy into my stomach or chest, depending on if he way looking up at the moment I stepped up to them.
"Listen, faggot guts, I'd enough you, the harassments to the elegant flight attendant and that you are getting worked up over this guy's tardiness to the flight, we gotta go now, so get off him and go back to sucking on those egg rolls downstairs, Off-icer!" I push off from the cop pulling back down my goggles before the middle schooler could stare up at me, the cop loosen his grip at that moment and a look of humiliation replaced the pudgy sweat cover rage he wore so well.
"You little bitch." Hissing the words out he turned back to the rage filled expression but nothing was going to be done to me, as I already took my place back at the ticket scanner still reading my ticket over and over again. The attendant noticed this and hurried back over to me and split the ticket giving me back the large half before I moved on into the tunnel.
"Oi, running dude! Better hurry up plane's lookin' to leave here soon'er than later." I wave back talking loudly enough for even the seethe cop to hear me as I stuffed the ticket into the stained pocket and disappear into long caged mouth to the plane.
One more farewell for this short lived life. Maybe in my next go around I will have lots of fated collisions, just maybe.
"Wa-wait up! Don't leave me!" I look back just as I hand off my ticket to another flight attendant with red hair to help me find my seat in the crowded plane space, people squeezing by one another babies crying out and already seats are being kicked around by troll like kids.
This is part I wished I wasn't going to experience again.
That boy stood behind me apparently just arriving onto the plane, both his arms holding up two plastic bags of bursting with boxed foods, stepping on the plane as they began to set up for take off, the woman was behind the guy doubled over with shallow breaths.
This really must be her first day of flight work.
I look down, not sure if he was just calling out for the plane to not take off or calling to me, I shrug when our eyes meet up and follow the red head attendant asking me to follow him into the further part of the plane. He grabs on my right arm still hanging, a bit numb from falling asleep, to my side but he doesn't say anything it is the woman he speaks.
"Th-thank you for that, but please don't make the authority here angry, he was thinking to the ground the plane and come get you." The woman's worry over having the plane grounded showed easily through her teary eyed expression, I know it isn't for my sake but there is still a part of her worrying if I was going to get hauled off because of some words I used to help her out as well.
I smirk, but it falters after a moment before I let my lips hang in a glum state. The boy laughs and the woman looks between us both thinking she had said something wrong. I wave my hand dismissing her worry, even when I had no idea what was going on to make him laugh besides my glum expression.
"Well if he comes onto the plane he'll be dealing with her "brother" then." He air quotes at the word with another laugh to it, so that's his plan.
Saying I'm his sister just being overprotective of him, clever idea and reasonable, at least, if that is what he's saying.
"Oh you two know-" The woman starts to ask but I wave again cutting her question off.
"No, I've never seen him before, I suppose-" I nod over to him drawing her attention to him. "He thought using me as a family member would justify my actions before, so I won't be need to wait here for a pair of handcuffs and that fat man's harassing words."
The boy looked stunned, titling his neck side to side with that stunned expression, I guess that wasn't his plan then.
He stops rolling back his neck up and smiles turning towards me with his left hand out stretched to me.
"Well, if he does come on in just call me bro for him, alright? I'm Sengoku Akira, by the way." I take his handshake firmly we clasp a small promise between each other this day, even with it being my last promise ever to make with a smile. He laughs shutting his eyes and I widen my smile some more, I'll miss smiling the most at my death, maybe in another life I'll smile everyday.
Sengoku Akira, hopefully you'll be out there in your life even in the distant future smiling bright just as you do now.
"Oh, I'm sorry!" We both turn bewildered at the woman and her deep apologizing bow, letting our hands slip away she raises back up wiping the last bit of tears from her eyes.
"If you two need anything on the flight, please just ask for me, Oomori Kanako, it is nice seeing familiar faces even on short flights like this." She sweetly smiles again it pulls on my heart but I roll my neck slowly repressing the urge to cringe at her angelic face.
"Right, Oomori-san, I will see to it if I find myself in need or want during this flight. I'll leave you to your work now, bye now." I turn back realizing then the red head had left to help an elderly woman to her seat, I sigh staring down at my ticket. The boy steps to the side of me looking down at my ticket as well.
"You sitting towards the back, I'm heading that way as well. Onee-san." He cooes the words with a ridiculous look, I laugh trying to move my knees as well. He laughs as well and from there it stays a calm and quiet walk to the back.
"Whoa you gotta keep going back from here, sheesh, how many seat does this plane even have?" Sengoku-san exasperated before dropping his foods bags on his seat, the seats among his were surrounded by many other middle school uniformed boys all shouting about and beating on one another.
So this is how middle school boys act on school trips. Maybe I'll wish to be a boy in my next life, it seems like so much fun!
"Yeah, I picked up these tickets right at the airport today, so it's expected to be bad in compared to everyone else seats." I shrug again smiling weakly this time but still try to be happy as Sengoku-san had been at our handshake, even for one last day I could be happy at least.
"Oi, Oi, Oi, Akira who's this chick with ya? You know how Rion's gonna feel about you flirting with older women now." Two guys, a shaven head with a terrible sunburn slings over his arms onto Sengoku-san and a guy with a shark fin hair style laughed calling out to Sengoku-san.
Who was Rion, his girlfriend I don't want him to get in trouble now.
"Sengoku-san and I collided at the gates, I'ma hoping I've not done anything to angry who ever is Rion." I say as I intertwine my fingers
"Sengoku-san?" Both the boy eye Sengoku with an alarming look with their mouth gaped open, I chew at my mouth holding in the laugh bubbling up in my throat.
"A-ah!" Sengoku-san flustered turning side to side looking for a word to say as the boys smile oddly at him starting to laugh with their body.
Maybe the "-san" isn't, umm what's the word, correct, no maybe it's, not appropriate for someone in middle school. Still what do I use then, Kagemusha-dono always said you must use respectful terms for people, maybe I-
I lose my thought as Sengoku-sa-, I mean, just Sengoku speaks up waving a hand in my face. I clench, digging my toes roughly into the bottom of my boots.
"Yes?" I nod and he takes his hand back, both the guys had subsided with their laughter staring between him and I.
"What was your name, sorry I didn't ask at the front." he smiles like before and with a handshake ready for me to take.
I suck at my lip wondering if I should even give my name, just another promise and meeting that is never again, but maybe that is the point. I go my way and he will go his, a fleeting acquaintance on both parts, nothing more nothing less.
I reach out my hand taking in his with this last shake of acknowledgment to each other.
"My name is Iannaccone Sakka." I smirk a little thinking of a brilliant teasing thought that just came to mind.
"If you would like, for the rest of the flight, just call me Onee-chan." I pull away hand as Sengoku's face turns a blushing red and his friends turn a shocking eye, yet again, at him, and there I make my exit.
Forever closing my joyous month of life with a smile, and now three hours till it fades into a black abyss I can fall into without my early hesitations.
Thank everyone up there now for these small and precious moments.
Thank you.
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End of Prologue: The End to Now
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Chapter 1: Set Flight to Hell