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Character Info:
Hair Style: 11
Hair Color: 1 (Black)
Face: 13
Skin: 5
Top: 6 (Formal Top)
Bottom: 6 (Formal Bottom)
Voice: 10
Anxiety. Apprehension. Unease.
Three words that did a fine job of describing just how he felt at the moment. Anxiety in face of the new future ahead of him. Apprehension at taking the first step toward that future, knowing that it was filled to the brim with danger and death. Unease in knowing that it was too late to go back, too late to fade into the background and hope no one found him.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting so long" a voice echoed from around him. The room he stood in looked as if many battles had taken place inside of it. Claw marks and bullet holes decorated the walls and floors. Inside his mind he knew what had been the cause of them but he held down the thought in favor of paying attention to the voice who continued speaking.
"Now then, let me welcome you...to humankind's last fortress, Fenrir." Even through the distortion of the speaker, he was able to pick out the pride in the man's voice.
'Last fortress?' he questioned mentally, 'Only to those who work for you.' Fenrir only gave refuge to those who were valuable to it, i.e anyone who worked for them. The rest of the populace had to make due with the Outer Ghettos and risk becoming food for any Aragami who came too close.
"I will now test your compatibility as a member of the Anti-Aragami Punitive Force, the God Eaters."
God Eaters. A name that represented both hope and despair amongst the last vestiges of humanity. Hope, for they were the last guardians, the last line of defense against the imminent threat of the Aragami menace. Despair, for they were only small in number and if the rumors were true they died almost constantly and thus needed to be replaced all the time; replaced by people like him.
"Please try to relax a little," the voice advised "You'll get better results that way."
The unspoken question of 'What happens if I don't get good results?' reverberated in his mind. The young boy gulped a little at the possible answer. It couldn't be anything but bad.
"When you're ready, go stand in front of that case in the center of the room" the voice ordered.
Biting his lip in nervousness, the boy began to walk toward the machine located in the center of the room. He idly noted that the silence magnified the sound of his beating heart. His feet stopped in front of the red machine that was emblazoned with the symbol of Fenrir. His eyes traveled down toward what looked like a sword with a bulky hilt. 'What's this?' he wondered.
No further instructions were given and the weapon was just standing there. It was only natural that he would reach out and grab the weapon. He soon regretted his action when the top half of the machine snapped down on his wrist. A wave of panic washed over him as he tried to pull his arm back but it wouldn't budge. A slight tickling sensation emanated from the appendage before the tickling turned into burning and the burning became a stabbing pain.
A scream escaped his throat as his knees gave out underneath him. He couldn't think, he couldn't move, all he could do focus on was the pain. Just as the pain reached its apex, it suddenly stopped. A whirring noise along with the relieved pressure on his wrist told him that the machine had finished its task. Of course, all he could do was lay there on his knees, labored breathes escaping his lips. He barely noticed that he was still holding the hilt of the weapon.
"Congratulations. You are now the first of the Far East Branch's "New-Type" God Eaters."
"Hey you want some gum?"
He glanced at the boy who sat beside him on the couch with a look of appreciation. Gum would do wonders to calm his nerves after what had happened a couple of minutes ago. After passing the Aptitude Test, the young man had been ordered to stay in what looked to be a lobby until it was time to have his medical checkup. He had been tempted to ask what the machine had done to him exactly, aside from attaching the red armlet to his wrist, but he decided that the question would be answered for him sooner or later. It wasn't as if they'd just send him out without any foreknowledge right?
The boy next to him dug inside his pockets but came out with nothing. "Oh, I'm all out." he said. "Looks like I just used the last piece. Sorry 'bout that."
A sigh escaped his lips. Why would the guy offer him gum without knowing for sure if he had any?
"I am Kota Fujiki." the boy introduced himself.
Oh, it was just an attempt at introducing himself. Still though, why offer gum of all things? Now he had a need for it that probably wouldn't be satisfied anytime soon. "I-"
"So you were a match, too?" Kota interrupted.
He waited a moment just in case the yellow clad boy said anything more. After a few seconds he responded, "Yeah I was."
Kota smiled. "That makes two of us... You must be my age...or maybe a little older..."
"A little older sounds about right" he said smugly. This kid was crazy if he thought he was older out of the two of them.
"Oh yeah? Well I'm still your senior by a nanosecond!" Kota quickly shot back.
"Sure you are." he cooly replied.
Before anything else could be said, the sound of heels clacking on the floor reached his ears. He glanced away from Kota and saw a sight that left him staring dumbly.
A tall woman stepped in front of him and Kota. She wore white pants that had some sort of fishnet pattern along both of her thighs, revealing the skin underneath. For upper wear she had on a jacket with a similar color scheme. It provided very ample cleavage, something that would of have kept his attention if not for the face above it. He was sure the woman wouldn't appreciate his lack of respect.
Her black hair cascaded down her face, which was set in a stern expression, and a beauty mark completed the image of beautiful, middle-aged woman.
"Stand up." she commanded.
"Hm?" both he and Kota let out. They were still focusing on the wonderful sight in front of them and had yet to fully come back to reality.
"I said stand up!" this time she was louder and a lot more forceful, "On your feet!"
Attempting to make up for his mistake he quickly stood up, his back as straight as a pole, head poised up, and hand set on his forehead in some poor attempt at a salute. Yep, she was definitely not in his league. Not that she'd actually go for someone his age...or would she?
"I'm on a tight schedule so I'll be keeping this short." Her face kept that stern expression which shot down his hopes. "My name is Tsubaki Amamiya, and I'm your advisor."
"This is your schedule – after the medical checkup, you'll complete a full curriculum of basic physical training, basic combat training, as well as a weaponry/armor clinic." she quickly listed off. "We are the one's who have been protecting you up until now. But from this day forward, you'll be doing the protecting."
'And the dying.' he added silently.
"If you don't want to die over something stupid, then answer my every order with a 'Yes.' Understood?"
There was slight pause as he tried to digest all of this new information. It was still so surreal for him, being a God Eater and he was still coming to terms with it all. Unfortunately, the woman either didn't notice or simply didn't care.
"Answer Me!"
"Yes ma'am!" both he and Kota shouted.
Satisfied for now, Tsubaki continued. "Alright, let's begin the medical checkups. We'll start with you."
She was looking at him so that meant he'd be going before Kota. For some reason it felt like a small victory over the other boy.
"Report to Dr. Paylor Sakaki's room by 1500 hours. Take a tour of the facilities until then. This is your new home, the Fenrir Far East Branch, a.k.a. 'The Den'. Make sure you pay respects to the members of your team."
With that the woman walked away and he had to fight the urge to stare at her figure as she did so. Instead he turned his attention back to Kota who was still stuck in his own salute. "Uh, I think you can stop doing that now. She's gone man."
The effect was instantaneous. The orange haired boy's posture relaxed and he let out a long sigh. "Phew, for a second there it felt like she was about to use that clipboard on us."
He chuckled at the joke. "As long we don't mess up, I don't think that's gonna happen anytime soon." he said. Then again, from what he had seen of Kota so far such an event was probably not too unlikely. He made a mental note to himself to be there for when it happened.
"So anyway, what's your name?"
Raising his eyebrows, he gave the other boy a questioning look.
Kota rolled his eyes. "I gave you my name so it's only fair if you tell me yours."
"Oh." Well that was obvious. He had to stop that nasty habit of not telling anyone his name. "The name's Addison. Addison Hale."
A/N: Wow, this first chapter seemed a lot longer in open office. Okay so if it isn't obvious, this story is basically going to be a play through of Gods Eater Burst. I will make some changes in dialogue, character interactions, and other things due to the protagonist not being so silent anymore. Although there is a chance I may make changes to the plot or alter events if I feel it'll enhance the story more. Updates for the story won't be constant but I'll try my best. Other then all that, just know that this won't be the average length of chapters. Please Read and Review!