Author Note- I own nothing except Yo, please don't sue i'm poor.
Let me ask you this, when someone dies does that mean all they left behind had meant nothing?
I think that what's left behind becomes a legacy or lesson of sorts, even if it had only left behind a ripple it would mean that at least they had left their mark.
After all, if a ripple could cause a tsunami than even a simple story could inspire generations.
To me, I am no one, and probably never will be, but I wanted to have at least left a mark.
Dying at a young age due to a car crash was not in my plans of leaving a mark.
Why did I die? Did I do something in life? In a previous life maybe?
It was so fast I felt nothing, so at least there was no pain but I couldn't accept it.
Ah,I hear people yelling; even in death it could never be quite, I guess at least no one else was hurt.
Though seriously, I didn't want to go.
And so it begins again, my journey of leaving a mark, however small or insignificant because no one wants to be forgotten.
It was white, very white, was my first thought when I opened my eyes to an unbelievable expanse of space, and in front of me was an old bald caucasian man with a long white beard.
I was speechless, did I just die?
"Oye, boy you okay? You kind of died on accident, so I'm gonna have to bring you back to life sort of."
That was when I finally landed, "Eeeeh?!"
What in the hell was this? I was expecting to be reincarnated or going to heaven but seriously! Was my death just dismissed as an accident?! No even more important where am I? Heaven? Hell?
The old man then decided to laugh, "Ahahahaha, well you see I was managing the world when I decided to look away. Don't worry though I won't put you in the after life or anything. I'm going to revive ya, just… it's gonna be somewhere else."
"What the hell do you mean! Did I just die because of an accident?! Where am I?! Am dead?!" I said while taking a deep breath to get air back into my now empty lungs.
"Eh he, well kinda, your in between, and yes your dead." Was his response scratching the side of his head.
Calming my self, I decided to be civil, "So who are you God or something?"
Smiling he pointed his thumb at himself in a pose, "Yes I am the almighty, all awesome, and sexy God!"
"Bullshit!" Was the first thing that left my mouth.
With a sigh the old man went on, "All right, I might not look like it, but I am him. I just don't feel like being all Old Testament like because it's a pain and besides, let's be honest, would you even understand what I'd say? I mean I'm doing this for you kid. I mean unless you want to remain dead. Do you?"
Once again calming myself down, "Ok, lets say you are god and I was accidentally killed. What next?"
Smiling again the so called God said, "Here's how it is, I feel bad for killing you before your time so I'm gonna send you to another god's world to live in. Don't worry about adjusting, it's going to be fine, I already know where to send ya."
Alright I've got nothing to lose, "Ok, so go on send me."
Waving his index finger at me he said, "Not so fast, I still feel bad for killing you so I'm gonna grant you a couple of gifts to survive, any suggestions?"
Throwing things to the wind, and not believing a sing word. I said things at random, "Super speed, super strength, wall climbing, the ability to create any weapon though magic, mastery of all weapons, auto language translation, near invincibility, and the ability to play any musical instruments with any song that ever existed on earth."
Popping a check list into his hand God had began checking things off, "Ok, sure, yep, why not, no problem, easy, done, and that's interesting but sure. Ok, your all ready I'll be sending you now.
Nodding absent-mindedly I just went with it, I mean seriously there's no way that God could be that absent prone. This was most likely a dream due to the car crash, and so I said, "Sure, well thanks God. Nice meeting you, and please be careful not to kill anyone while I'm gone."
"Ahahahaha, sure Yo Kirigaya. Hopefully I won't be seeing you anytime soon." Was his happy reply.
With a snap I was gone, and holy hell I wish I had asked for more powers because life just couldn't be simple.
It was dark and cold.
I had just woken up from my trip, from face first into the ground and damn was the landing hard. I stood up to look at myself.
My arms check, legs check, blond hair check, and for some reason I was wearing black shorts and a white short sleeved vest.
Looking around I knew I was definitely not on earth, why? Well I'm pretty sure we didn't fracture the moon yet.
And so left with no other options I decided to explore the city.
The city that looked as if it had just came out of a sci-fi film, and wait was that a cat girl?
Ok so far it has been a couple of months since I have been on the continent and I have found out I was in a place called Atlas on the continent of Remnant, and that life was hard.
In Remnant there are monsters named grim, animal people named Faunus, and that there are people who protect civilians from grim, called hunters.
Everything seemed as if it was a perfect mixture between sci-fi and fantasy because everyone here had a special ability called aura which grants each of them a specialized power suited to them and at the same time everything was advanced. I mean people had literal hovercrafts based off of a magical ore they called dust!
At first things were all hunky dory until I realized I needed money.
Money, the thing that keeps the world running. Joy.
The reason I needed money wasn't the usual shelter, clothes, food combo. No it was much easier. All I needed was money for food and things to keep up my hygiene because my powers could conjure up nearly anything I could think of, well as long as it wasn't too big. Meaning I could always make camp, but that didn't mean anything if I was starving.
Now some would ask, "Why not sell the stuff you can make?" Well the answer is that after a certain distance it will dissipate into little blue lights, which rules out selling my creations.
The only thing I could do was hunt and odd jobs, which led me to wear a simple fox mask, an underneath clothe face mask, and a white cloak to remain anonymous.
This then lead me to where I am now, on a hunt, trying to be a hero, and fighting the White Fang, a terrorist group.
It started out with me hunting some deer in the forest when I saw sort of hovercraft land in the forest, curious I approached it because the forest was known for a small grim infestation, and surprise.
There was a hostage, specifically a girl in white hair screaming help and men in the local terrorist group White Fang on board.
Being the gentlemen I am, I formed a sniper and began to pick them off one by one, which worked surprisingly well until what appeared to be the captain came out and dashed towards me.
This then brought me two options. A, continue fighting at a distance. And B. Fight up close.
I chose C, in between. Quickly I thought of a mid-ranged weapon to use, I chose the scythe.
Changing my weapon from sniper to a scythe and closing the gap I swung it at him as he tried to fight me with his war hammer, they both hit with a clang.
As quick as I could I redirected it down only for it to be deflected once again causing us both jumped back.
Getting a better look at him I realize he was goat faunus, an old one at that.
Without words we realized how this was gonna end, him or me dead.
An exchange of blows was passed time and time again, my skill against his experience leading up to us in an empty clearing.
We shared a moment of silence, which brings me to where I was now, my scythe in his chest and his hammer in my most likely fractured shoulder as we finished it in our last strike.
"Yah damn punk… we came so close… to killing the schnee." Were the guy's last words before he collapsed.
Finally free of pressure, his hammer fell down and I was free to stand.
'Hell that hurt' was thought I had before I slowly walked toward the aircraft, dissipating my scythe and letting my shoulder rearrange itself.
You see when I had asked for near invincibility it turns out I became immune to bullets, but it didn't mean I was immune to everything else.
God decided invincible meant being able to walk out of dangerous situations without dying, so he did half and half. I was able to stand up to the force of almost any gun the world had to offer, but if I was hit by something harder it hurt like hell and would quickly regenerate.
It seemed I was literally near invincible most likely meaning if my head or heart was crushed I'd still be dead. Like wolverine or Deadpool without the never dying part and only half as fast.
Reaching the hover craft I entered and searched for the girl who the guy called a schnee, and when I found her she was scared, very scared.
Not the, 'Holy shit!' you'd get scared from a horror film but the one where you are crying, begging for your life type of scared.
So I approached her and trying to in my most quiet voice say, "Hey, you're gonna be alright…." Was what I tried to say when she yelled, "Get away from me! Don't come any closer!"
As she tried to become smaller as if to disappear, I could only think of what to do next when it hit me.
When young and was panicked or scared I had always listen to music to calm down, so might as well try now.
I sat down and summoned a flute, startling the girl.
Then I began to pay a song, it wasn't anything quite special but it had a story, the name of the song was "Your name."
Immediately the girl seemed to calm down and looked at me intensely, still not believing I wouldn't hurt her.
Slowly though, her piecing gaze finally soften and I was able to make some eye contact.
After some time her hostility finally seemed gone, I was able to stop and talk, "Excuse me, Ms. Schnee I believe? I was around when I heard your scream. I was wondering if you're alright?"
Shaking from her stupor she said, "Ah, yes, thank you. I apologize for my rude course of actions earlier, I was just shaken up. I'm quite alright now, but could you please untie me"
Walking over, she turned her back to me and I began to untie her hands, then her legs. Shortly after I decided to ask, "So, what next?"
She stood up and said, "No need, my father will show up soon. He has a tracker on me just for these types of situations." And right on cue there was the sound of engines outside.
Deciding not to be questioned or found I began to leave when I heard her shout, "Wait! Tell me your name!"
Stopping to think about it I said, "I'm just a nobody, simply a good samaritan. Goodbye, don't get caught up in trouble again."
Shortly after I summoned a thin black dagger and faded into the shadows with its powers that it granted me. Entering the forest once more, I began to hunt because for all the good deeds I could do it still it wasn't something I could use to fill my stomach.
Though unbeknownst to me, a certain white haired heiress kept the melody of the song in her heart, and that my luck wouldn't get any better from here.
Author Note- Well here goes another story attempt. Again for anyone who want to know, I most likely not update this story for a while and it most likely even if I decided to do it often won't finish for a very long time.
My original thought when I created this was 'why not?' so don't expect to much. I am very bad compared to amazing stories like:
Dreaming of Sunshine
Civilian Pianist
Dragonfly
P.S. I have had many inspirations in this story and if I use one without reference please tell which in PM so I could list it here.