In this world, creatures have been found. Called Chains, they latch onto their Contractor granting immense power in return for the privilege to use their abilities to the fullest. They are, as a race, entirely dependent on their Contractors because without, a mere lion could overpower them. Of course there are exceptions. 13 of them to be precise. When the Chain with the ability to sever all Chains suicided it's great strength was cut and shared. The weakest,March Hare,was capable of destroying a mountain, with its compatability with the earth.
The second weakest, Dormouse,was focused on healing. It could bring back the dead, it's combat abilities was close to none. The third was called Elemental, or aka Knave of hearts. It had full control over all elements, albeit weakly. For lightning it could only use a spark, if it was to be used continously. Same went with the other elements.
The fourth...Mock Turtle. It's defensive abilities impenetrable with the exception of the strongest with a decent contractor, it could not be felled. Worry not, though as with the right pressure, to the numerous china's in the amour could kill it instantly. The only reason it is ranked as the fourth weakest is due to the fact that each point was the size of a needlepoint. Number 5 was Bird in the Tree.
Legendary for it's speed, and control over the wind element, it is perfect for the calm and collected. If not it could kill many times over if the owner's temperament is bad.
Gryphon was sixth. Due to its aloof personality, wrestling an contract is not recommended. Flames would devour its soul in return for temporary power. The gryphon could regenerate this, but left it weak and helpless. But the firepower made up for it.
Mad Hatter . Famous for its non-sensical persona, many sensible Chain wielders would steer clear of it. Not much information has been gathered.
Number 8. Bill the Lizard, green and scaly, it's knowledge and using of poisons of all sorts make the enemy die in a matter of seconds. Although humans have natural resistance to most of his poisons, he can kill them when they faint in the time other creatures die.
Nine. Queen of Hearts, knows the human anatomy like the back of her hand, able decapitate opponents in mere seconds, her blade Izra was forged by herself, diamond hard and flexible. Blacksmith.
The top three Chains in terms of power have a second form. Called Personas these other forms grant beautific amounts of potential to the Contractor and the Chain as training one of these forms is training the other.
Third strongest the White Rabbit. Controlling time, developed after having to chase the Queen of Hearts, he rebelled and now can control time for a span of 5 seconds, every 10 seconds.
Second strongest, the legendary Jabberwocky, the only one with a known Persona. Copycat, is it's Persona's ability, making it capable of copying anything in teach of its limits. It's normal power would be it's authority over water.
Lastly, Cheshire Cat. Even without the Great Chain's power, it is considered the ultimate supporter. Coupled with a Contractor it melds into the shadows to assassinate opposers. It is partly blond so there for needs an Contractor to be her eyes and ears. Her Persona is very well known to be extremely powerful, but capabilities are unknown. Her Persona is rumoured it be a human in appearance with blank eyes the colour of the sky.
A female, with short light blue hair, could of been easily mistaken for a male, swung on the rusted old swing. The weather was hot and she hoped that Kuro, who was her black cat, wouldn't overheat. She felt lonely.
Suddenly a can was shoved under her nose, the straw tickled, she decided. The former owner of the can of Fanta, gazed curiously at the mop of blue hair she sported before turning to encounter stunning deep red eyes. The red haired owner of these eyes hopped enthusiastically onto the swing next to her, listening to the noisy racket the cicadas were making.
She simply looked down at her cat, and the two swung in silence. The red-haired was the first to break the silence.
"Do you like Summer?" She nodded her head so that she could make friends with the Red-head. The two stood walking away from each other as many exchanges had taken place. They left with an unspoken promise to meet again. Once Red-Eyes was once out of sight, her face faced the heavens.
"What to do? I hate Summer... But I don't want to leave yet... I finally made my first friend."
This was the tenth meeting, as they met every day since the 4th of August. "It happened around 12:30 on August 15th. The weather was nice."
An boy with herterochromia stood next to an blue-haired girl, his red eyes flashing happily as he gestured with his hands, sweat dripping down his temple due to the heat.
"Showered with sunlight bright enough to make me feel ill. I, having nothing to do, was chattering with you." The blue-haired girl nodded politely, giving an ghost of a smile, the eagerness and excitement of the other, was infectious so she smiled a bit more before dropping her eyes towards her lap.
"But I think I kinda hate Summer." While caressing a cat you muttered brazenly."
The boy glanced at his lap the black cat leaping off running towards the road, the taller one running happily, following him.
"Ah, chasing after your runaway cat you found yourself plunged in before a red traffic light."
The teal head ran off the pavement onto the road, chasing after the black tail of the kitten. The traffic turned read and a truck raced towards her.
" A passing truck suddenly ran you over and drove away. While I screame. I began sobbing at the color of splashed blood mixed with your scent."
A pair of crimson widened screaming, reaching towards the ghostly boy, who was unaware of the truck turning around the corner. Time slowed, and the red head could only stare at the flying blood flying through the air. Blood the same colour as his eyes. He clenched his fists, trying to convince himself it was a joke.
" The heat haze was sneering at me reminding me it wasn't a joke. I blacked out at the cicadas' noise that were disturbing the surface of the Summer lake."
The boy nudged the blue head with one toe slumping to his knees when he realised, the tears mixing with the thick blood.
"Is this is?" Hetero-eyes flashed, as the owner shifted his position, pen poised as if to stab the stack of papers. An pair of scissors laid nearby, stained with a substance that looked suspiciously like dried blood. Of course coupled with the Hetero-eye's threatening aura and the scissors the messenger was scared out his wits.
If he wasn't... He would be recorded in the 2028 Genius World Records. Right under the title most suicidal. The messenger nodded hastily before retreating. Scissors flashed right next to the doorknob. Hetero-eyes paced up to the door before twirling the old pair of scissors.
How did he get them? The messenger gulped nervously before turning around gazing at the red head.
" Tell him that I won't be needing one." Hetero-eyes spun on his heels his black coat fluttering in an imaginary breeze. As the door closed. Hetero-eyes opened one golden eye. Lately Rouge Chains have been attacking, a few of them overpowering some of the defences of the school..
Not exactly a school. Equipped with weapons of all sizes from a Japanese blade called an rants to an Minigun, with deadly Chains as partners and the subjects were all about poisons, death and how to kill. 2012 in this universe was very strict as rogue Chains would attack randomly. Now the attacks were increasing, and the weaknesses that were there were blown apart by the wind of the stampede of numerous Chains. Now his father was worried about him being killed and demanded him to have a Chain.
He would only accept the best. That was what he decided, pulling out his one of his twin pistols, he rubbed and the red vines that crept across the barrel. Sighing, he pushed himself up, loping quickly towards the door as he remembered the Chain hunt he was scheduled for. Also part of the deal.
Try his hardest to capture a wild one that suits his tastes, and if not,outline why. Father really was trying to test him. Slamming the door open he raced out the high-tech corridors bristling with security cameras and lasers, his trusty throwing weapon, his scissors, where stashed away if the navy blue cloak that he wore. Turning the corner he grabbed an tall navy blue haired man,( his coat was very close to black while his hair was more on the light side) without breaking his stride.
The man didn't struggle but simply let his hands fall to his side. He was already used to Akashi's morning rushes, as his Father tended to dump random projects on the most terrible times. This time the tall man grabbed an even taller purple head, Hetero-eyes still going full speed. Several students where spun around by the sheer force of the high moving train of the three- one-average-height-two-very-over-average-height.
Sad to say but the only thing the Akashi could be average at would be his height. Not that the author really minds. Akashi probably kill her if she had a problem. Not that he isn't staring at her from a screen for making the height comment...
"Daiki? Father dropped another project for you." Akashi rummaged through his pockets as he had quite a lot to give, one for a Chain in the armoury, another for his Chain, if he ever wanted one. Although he did have a notion that someone was talking about him...
"Furihata-kun? Why are you trying to learn how to use poisons? If you do that Bill-kun will probably be mad at you. You know how easy it is for poisons to taint your healing." A black-haired Chajn stretched, much like a cat would, before stalking up towards a brunette, her gait smooth and even.
Two black gloves that stretched up to her elbows, had white stitches on them in a shape of an "x" the tips ending with holes for long, ebony claws that protruded from the girl's finger tips. A loose black and dark red scarf encircles her neck loosely, making it look as if it is floating. Completed with black pants and shirt, the girl looks extremely male.
An feminine one at that.
"Well Kuroko... As the Dormouse I have no option but to heal, but to avoid taking risks I like to know how to defend myself. Besides, Kuroko doesn't talk like that."
"Kurokocchi!" An annoying blond teen attached himself to the annoyed Chain, his face smothered in the space between her cat ears. She hissed before disappearing into her much shorter Persona, a teal head with a cat hoodie.
"Why did you do that? Kurokocchi you know that Persona is like the Zone." Kuroko, the Chain, scratched her head underneath the hoodie.
"Possibly I lose more energy trying to prise Kise-kun off me than a few seconds in Persona."
With her piece said her limbs elongated, tugging the scarf around her.
"Ano..." Kuroko said her voice trailing, as she realised Raiding Time was starting. "I think we should go out. "
"Ah! Kurokocchi offered to take me out on a romantic Raiding date!" While Kise was frolicking around sparkles floating around him Kuroko bent down to the Dormouse.
"Midorima should be here soon right? Mad Hatter... She would kill him if Midorima was late."
"You mean Takao? Midorima would probably die..."
"Amen" both of them chimed before dragging Kise outside,who was still sparkling, to start the Raid.
Raids. Raiding is a game where the means is where the humans try to subdue or gain a partner for the new war that has been prophesied by an crazy monk. Raids usually envolves three things. One, a Chain party, these are the "defenders" of this twisted game, they have to much pride to be partnered up without a fight.
Two, "attackers". Human usually fill in the role as Chains tend to have weak spots and they exploit the hell out of those spots. Which lead the cocky Chains to end up partnered.
And Three. Both parties have these. An objective. For some Chains such as March Hare and Cheshire Cat, they would be bored and start attacking for some entertainment. Humans would attack just because they might need some Chain was an unwritten rule of no killing though. But doesn't mean accidents don't happen.
"Neko..." Kuroko turned around,spotting a young girl who was familiarizing herself with the existence of Chains. It wasn't unusual for both sides to bring in their young, so they agreed on one thing. You kill, we slaughter.
Twitching an ear Kuroko lowered herself so her eyes were the same height as the small girl, admiring her golden, curious eyes. She brought her tail around and started batting away flies that landed on the girl, before putting an finger on her lips and running away.
Raiding games where probably Cheshire's favorite time of the week. The excitement and the adrenalin was what made her tick. If not she probably die of boredom in that non-eventful immortal life of hers. So when she saw a human she got ready to fight. Although, she thought, having red, Navy and purple coloured hair couldn't be natural. Right?
What do you think? Sorry for the oocness, I will fix that.
Song in the italics would be Heat Heat Daze otherwise known as Kageoru Days.