Hey everyone this is Sharkteeth, I decided to revise all of my stories, fixing grammar mistakes, making the plot make more sense, etc,etc. Hopefully all of my faithful readers can forgive my tardiness, but I hope these revisions make up for it.
"Welcome to Deadman Wonderland./Where everyone is a little mad." People/Ragnarok talking
'The cake is a lie/ Eat the muffins instead' People/ Ragnarok thinking
"The insanity is all consuming." Techniques being used
Disclaimer: I do not own Deadman Wonderland or Soul Eater in anyway shape or form.
Warning: The following fic has scenes of violence and graphic language so if you read this then you must understand that and are reading this for the violence and language.
Chapter 1: Black Blood Beginnings
Attached to the main 'body' of Japan's National Medical and Health Center was a moderately-sized child-care center that was set up for all of the children of the employees that worked there. This made it perfect for the needs of one Sorae Igarashi.
Sorae was a woman in her mid-twenties with long black hair that was done up in a braided ponytail and usually had a gentle but firm expression on her face. She had always considered herself lucky that she had lived such a happy life when so many others did not. Mrs. Igarashi had married her college sweetheart, Kenshin Igarashi, straight out of college and never regretted her decision. It was only a few months after the wedding that the newfound couple had been blessed with a son that they named Ganta.
To Sorae, it seemed that life could only get better in terms of her career and her loving family. Unfortunately for her, these good times were short-lived as, not six months after Ganta had been born; Kenshin had been killed in a car crash leaving her widowed and Ganta fatherless.
The recently-widowed mother was now sitting in the waiting room of the nursery with her little Ganta in her arms. She looked around the room with a hesitant expression on her face, not knowing if she wanted to go through with this or not. Normally, she wouldn't have bothered with leaving Ganta at the nursery at all, but with recent and unexpected death of her husband, she had been left with little choice in the matter.
'Oh, Kenshin... why did you have to leave me and Ganta like this?' Sorae thought, holding back her tears. 'Why did you have to die?'
Sorae would've continued with these depressing thoughts if not for the unexpected tug on her lab coat. Looking down, Sorae could see that it was Ganta that had grabbed a tiny fistful of clothes and was now playfully tugging at them.
Sorae couldn't help but smile at her baby's actions, the happiness that he made her feel washed away all of her worries about the situation. 'Perhaps the situation won't be so bad after all. It will only be for a few hours and then I can pick Ganta right up.'
"Mrs. Igarashi, Doctor Gorgon can see you now." A feminine voice over the intercom announced.
Sorae picked up her bag that was leaning against the chair and made her way into Miss Medusa Gorgon's office with bright hopes for the future.
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Within a secret lab inside of the child-care facility of Japan's National Medical and Health Center, a horrible experiment was about to be performed.
Laying on a raised platform in the middle of the lab was little baby Ganta. Ganta was sedated so that he would be totally aware of the outside world without being able to move at all. He was attached to a series of machines around him that were monitoring all of his vital signs. Ganta also had an IV drip and blood pump ready to be attached to his right and left arm respectively. The IV bag near the infant's right arm was filled with a thick, black blood-like substance instead of plasma or nutrients. On the IV Bag's label the words "Project Ragnarok" were clearly printed with black ink.
Standing of to the side of the platform was a light-skinned woman who was making some last minutes adjustments to the medical machines that were hooked up to Ganta. She was a fairly tall woman with an average physical build underneath a white lab-coat. She had blonde hair that was arranged in a spiked style with two long strands extending downwards framing either side of her face. Both stands of hair were entwined around each other like a caduceus' snake that rested on her chest. She also had a large, black, dotted snake tattoo that winded down both of her arms. However it was her eyes that drew the most attention since both were golden yellow with black pupils and were steep with the depths of madness.
This woman was Dr. Medusa Gorgon and she was about to perform a horrible though necessary, to her at least, experiment on baby Ganta. After all, how would humans make progress in the field of science if they didn't experiment?
As she adjusted the last dial of her machines, Medusa reached into one of her coat pockets and pulled out a rectangular recording device.
"Today is August fourth and we shall be using subject twenty-four, Ganta Igarashi, for today's experiment. The subject is approximately six months old and is in good condition. In today's experiment I shall replace the subject's blood supply with a supply that has been infected with the Asura Worm; a cousin to the Nameless Worm. Like always, the supply that has been infected with the Asura Worm has changed its usual coloring from red to black." Medusa then walked over to the sleeping Ganta to examine the IV bag, which was full of the substance in question.
"The full capabilities of the Asura Worm have yet to be fully documented since all test subjects could not handle the changes that the worm caused in their bodies. Most went insane due to the worms insanity inducing affects while other's had their insides turned to mush. Hopefully due to the subject's young age, less than one full year, it can adapt to the Asura Worm."
Medusa's face then morphed into an expression that didn't seem to belong on a human's face. Her face showed the utter enjoyment of pain and suffering that only the most evil of people could claim to do.
"Then again it's not like I'll be out of test subjects anytime soon. It's time to begin the experiment."
With that Medusa attached the baby's left arm to the blood pump and turned it on. She silently watched as the machines slowly began to draw out the infant's blood from its body. She then hooked the IV tube to the bag so that's its contents could flow into Ganta's veins. The anticipation was nearly killing her; watching the black blood flow inch by inch through the tube was almost too much for her. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Project Ragnarok began to flow into Ganta's body.
Though the baby wasn't making a sound, thanks to the sedatives that she had given it, Medusa could tell that it was in a lot of pain due to the elevations in its vital signs. As the bag emptied more and more blood into Ganta, Medusa couldn't help but make some comments on her observations.
"Initial results show that replacing the subject's original blood supply with a supply that's infected with the Asura Worm causes extreme pain in the subject. Not a significant side effect."
After a little bit of time the blood pump extracted the last of Ganta's blood as the IV bag completely emptied into Ganta's veins. The excitement that Medusa felt was held back by her scientific professionalism. She unhooked the blood pumper and properly bandaged the infant's arms before she took her measurements from Ganta. After running Ganta through a series of tests and recording a set of measurements, her face morphed into its familiar state of madness.
"It worked… granted that the worms are in a state of hibernation... They are living within the body without the host's immune system attacking them." She whispered to herself. Her expression then morphed into her standard "public" face before she went to pick Ganta up. She then looked down at Ganta with an expression that was almost motherly in nature.
"Congratulations Ganta-kun, it looks like you're going to become a god."
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(Four Months Later)
Medusa sighed once again as she brought Ganta back to his crib for the night. Her initial excitement of finally finding a suitable specimen for her project had been drained away after the first two months of failed tests and inconclusive data. Despite Ganta adapting to the Asura Worm, he hadn't displayed any of the abilities that she had hoped for. He displayed no superhuman abilities whatsoever other than an accelerated healing rate and the cause her frustrations was the Asura Worm itself.
Apparently having only a suitable host wasn't enough to awaken the true powers of the Asura Worm. Something else was needed to fully activate it; some form of Catalyst to bring out its dormant powers.
She had tried of dozens of tests on Ganta, all of them in the hopes of awakening the power within the baby's blood but nothing seemed to work. She supposed that Ganta's new healing factor was something of a blessing for her. After all, it was much easier to hide the marks of her experiments if they healed themselves right up. Medusa sighed again as she thought about of her most recent failure.
She actually had a lot of hope for today's test; recently the Center had found a child that had been infected with the Nameless Worm yet showed no sign of rejection. She had managed to sneak a sample of the girl's blood and was practically vibrating with excitement when she saw the interactions between the worm and the human. The Nameless Worm was active within the girl's body and the girl's immune system showed no sign of rejecting it. On the contrary, the girl's immune system was beginning to incorporate them into the body.
Eventually she decided that she would introduce a sample of the girl's incorporated Nameless worm into Ganta and see if that would provoke a reaction from the Asura Worm. Of course she wouldn't risk her only test subject, so she created a genetic kill switch for the Nameless Worm; all traces of the Nameless Worm would be killed off at the stroke of midnight. Unfortunately, hours later, it looked as if all of her efforts were in vain as once again the Asura Worm within Ganta had failed to awaken.
Medusa sighed in frustration as she wracked her brain for a solution, 'What else can I do? Nothing seems to stimulate a response from the Asura Worm. If it doesn't awaken, then all of my research is for not.' She then put Ganta in his crib with the rest of the other babies in the nursery and silently stared at him, 'Oh well, tomorrow's another day I suppose.' That's when Medusa noticed that something was amiss with Ganta.
On the infant's right shoulder was a cut that was silently leaking a small trickle of black blood.
'How can this be?' Medusa thought as she leaned over Ganta to get a better look at the cut, 'In all of my other experiments, Ganta's wounds have healed without a single scar in an instant… So how can he have that cut on his shoulder?'
Medusa took out a small handkerchief from her pocket and leaned over to clean the wound. After all, it wouldn't do for someone to find out about her experiments just quite yet. Just as Medusa was going to clean the wound with her handkerchief she saw a flash of movement from the corner of her eyes. Medusa whipped her head up in alarm, hoping that no one had entered the room when she wasn't looking. When she saw that she merely left the window open and that all she saw was the flapping of the nursery's curtain Medusa left out a sigh of relief.
'That almost gave me a heart attack.'
!SHINK!
Medusa could feel a pain in in between her breasts as a warm feeling spread throughout her torso. She looked down at her chest and saw that a long, thin, black blade had impaled her chest and speared her right through her heart. Her blood was already staining her lab coat as a crimson red started to replace the sterile white of her coat. The doctor part of her mind ideally noted that she could no longer feel the lower half of her body, which probably means that the blade had severed her spine.
Medusa's eyes followed the blade to its base and would have found herself gasping with joy if not for her imminent death. The base of the blade seemed to melt into a black tendril made of a familiar black fluid. She followed the tendril and found herself looking at Ganta's crib where the baby was staring at her through the bars of his crib. But unlike his normal pair of brown eyes that Ganta always had, his left eye had been completely bleached white and the pupil had been replaced with a cartoonish looking X.
The blade was then yanked from Medusa's chest and melted back into its liquid form. Without the blade to keep her up Medusa fell onto the floor, her legs no longer responding to her mind, as her blood began to pool around her. The tendril then flowed back into Ganta's shoulders where the wound seamlessly sealed up as though it was never there. Ganta's eyes then shut as the baby laid down and went to sleep.
As Medusa's vision began to darken she felt so…
So….
Exhilarated!
The madness returned to her eyes even as they began to dim. Even as death came to her, Medusa still had the strength to release one last malice filled chuckle. None of it mattered anymore, her life, her death; all of those things were insignificant now that she had seen the proof. Her experiment had worked! She had created a true God; a god that would destroy everything and remake the world anew in its own image.
She had created a Kishin!
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Children's Doctor Killed!
Tragedy struck yesterday as a local children's doctor, Medusa Gorgon was found dead in the nursery section of her clinic. Due to the wounds that she sustained and the open window near the scene of the crime, the police have concluded that at some time last night Miss Gorgon must have been checking up on the infants when she came upon someone breaking into the nursery. The assailant then fatally wounded Miss Gorgon and escaped out of the window from which he or she had entered in. At this moment there are no confirmed suspects but the police hope to find someone soon. We take this moment to mourn the loss of the kind and caring individual that was Medusa Gorgon. She will be missed by all the lives that she helped.
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(Five Years Later: The Lot behind the JNMHC)
Six year old Ganta Igarashi was happily playing with his best friend Shiro in one of the many gardens that were outside of his mother's work place. Ganta was of average height and had dark brown, almost black, spiky hair that seemed to defy the laws of gravity. With his brown eyes and casual clothing Ganta almost seemed to be the picture of normalcy. His friend on the other hand couldn't have been more different then he was.
Shiro was a small girl, a little younger then Ganta himself, who almost seemed to be bleached white. Her hair was a white as snow and her skin looked as if it had never seen the light of day. Along with her blood red eyes and grey sundress Shiro was a child that could not be so easily forgotten.
Currently the both of them were sitting in a small patch of grass surrounded by flowers with crayons in their hands as they drew on some paper. Shiro was happily humming a small tune to herself as she squiggled on her paper while Ganta seemed to be absorbed in his own creation.
"Yata, it's done!" Ganta's yell of happiness startled Shiro which made the brown crayon in her hand slash across the picture that she was working on. Once she saw what she had done Shiro angrily pouted and glared at the grinning Ganta.
"Ganta-kun, why did you do that? You made me ruin my picture."
Seeing the angry pout on his friend's face Ganta knew that he was going to have to apologize to Shiro. After all, mama always said to apologize for your mistakes and always seemed to be right. Just as he was about to apologize to his friend something held him back, or more specifically a voice held him back.
'Just what do you think doing you sissy?'
Ganta became rather annoyed when a high pitched voice echoed throughout his head. This was not the first time Ganta had heard the voice in his head and it would not be the last. Ganta didn't like the voice very much, it was very mean and it always wanted him to do bad things, so he tried to ignore it. For some reason though, it would always act up whenever he was around Shiro.
'Hey! Are you ignoring me?'
'I'm not supposed to talk to you. Kaa-chan said that you're a bad person.'
The voice in his head didn't seem to take kindly to Ganta's response and immediately made its displeasure known. 'Hey you wuss, why are you listening to that old hag anyways? You should be listening to me instead.'
'Hey! Don't talk about Kaa-chan like that!'
"Gannnnnnntaaaaaa! What are you doing?" Shiro's angry voice broke Ganta out of his inner argument with the voice. Shiro was hopping up and down, her arms waving in the air as she tried to get Ganta to stop daydreaming.
"Sorry Shiro I was just excited cause I finished my drawing!" Ganta then pushed the picture in front of Shiro's face. "Here take a look!"
Shiro's eyed the picture for a second before her eyes began to sparkle with childish glee. On the paper was a crudely drawn man, if you could it that. The man's skin was as black and ink and was heavily muscled. He wore a pair of bone white gloves that had a black stripe running down each of the fingers. He wore a pair of spiked wrist guards along with a spiked collar and a silver strap over his right shoulder. The man's face was replaced with a large white X and his eyes were pure white with a black X in them.
"Wow Ganta this is so cool!" Shiro's face then became confused, "What is it?"
"This…" Ganta began as pointed at the picture, "Is Aceman's newest archenemy, Ragnarok! He is really mean and likes to pick on people and steal their candy but he's really strong."
Shiro's head tilted to the side a bit as confusion became even more evident at Ganta's explanation. "Ragnarok? What does that mean?"
Ganta's happiness was cut off at the legs as he began to sweat slightly and tremble. His pupils reduced to pinpricks as the memories of his 'Inspiration' flooded his young mind. Ever since he could remember, Ganta had been victim of terrible nightmares that plagued his sleep. The odd thing was that it was always the same dream. Ganta would be on a giant metal slab in a dark area and he couldn't move any part of his body. Then from the shadows, the form of an evil witch would come with a black potion in her hands. Then the witch would then steal Ganta's blood and pour the potion into Ganta's wounds where it would seep into his body. Once the entire potion was out of the container Ganta could make out a series of letters that spelled out a single word, Ragnarok.
"Ganta, Shiro! Where are you? I have pudding cups!" The voice of his mother brought Ganta out of his nightmares.
"We're over here Kaa-chan!" Ganta yelled as he waved to his mother.
'Yeah pudding, I want some.' The voice in his head said as his mother drew closer.
The sight of Sorae with pudding washed away Shiro's curiosity as the thought of delicious pudding filled her head. The wheels of fate are cruel indeed for these halcyon days were merely the prelude to a most horrendous future.
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(Ten years later: Nagano Highschool)
"Welcome to Deadman Wonderland where the dreams of adults and children become a reality..."
Fifteen year old Ganta Igarashi sat in his desk as he watched a video on his phone. The video itself really wasn't interesting, he'd seen it a million times already, but he recently learned that they were going to the weird park for their field trip. He was so into the video was that he never noticed the person standing behind him with an evil grin on her face.
"GANTA-KUN!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH HHHHHHHHH!" Ganta yelled out in fright, flying a good couple of feet into the air above his chair. Once he landed back on his chair, which groaned in protest of his surprisingly heavy weight, his hands flew to his heart in order to try to calm himself down. Then, once he got his heart rate under control, Ganta turned around to see the person who decided to scare him into an early death.
There, holding her sides with laughter, was his best female friend Mimi Katsurui. Mimi was an average-sized girl with shoulder-length ebony hair and forest-green eyes. Like all the other students in their school, she wore a standard uniform which was now ruffled slightly.
"Cut it out Mimi, it wasn't that funny." Ganta complained, his cheeks reddening.
"Actually… it was pretty funny, Ganta." A male voiced said from behind Ganta followed by the owner of the voice placing a soccer ball. The voice belonged to Ganta's other friend, Yamakatsu Katsuya. Yamakatsu was taller than Ganta and had a deep tan from all of the time that he spent outside. He had dark brown eyes and brown hair that was a few shades lighter than Ganta's almost black hair. Yamakatsu was a major soccer fan and eventually wanted to be a part of the Samurai Blue's. With his skills, everyone believed that goal wasn't too farfetched.
"Yeah, yeah." Ganta mumbled as he leaned forward onto his desk. "Why don't you all make fun of me? I swear, with friends like these…"
"Now, now Ganta don't be looking all depressed; we were only joking." Yamakatsu said as he began to kick the soccer ball into the air.
Ganta then dropped the fake depression act and joined in with his friend's conversation. As talked about their perspective futures Ganta couldn't help but stare at Mimi's face and reflect on his feelings for her.
'Mimi so beautiful, I know that we practically grew up together but… I can't help but feel that there's something more between us.' He paused for a moment before he nodded; it was time. 'At Wonderland I'm going to confess my feelings to her.'
Ganta then rejoined the conversation as the thoughts of his bright future danced through his head as their entire lives seemed to be ahead of them. If only that was to be true.
'It's near…'
A deep voice seemed to bellow throughout Ganta's very being making his skin crawl; no… not his skin, his blood. Ganta's head immediately whipped up before he turned around, only to find nothing.
'What the hell was that?'
"Ganta-kun, what's wrong?" Mimi cut in worriedly, concerned about her friend's sudden behavior. Ganta looked back at his friends and took note of the serious expressions on their faces.
"You guys didn't hear that?"
His friends shared another worried look as their friend's strange behavior become more prominent.
"Hear what Ganta? Are you feeling okay?" Yamakatsu asked as he got up from his desk.
Ganta was about to respond when another wave of… whatever, washed throughout his body. He then felt an overwhelming emotion that took over Ganta's very mind; joy. Ganta could feel his heart beat faster as a joy that was not his own seemed to seep into his very soul.
'The egg is here!'
Ganta found himself unable to control his body as it turned to look out the third floor window. There, floating in the air as if it was standing on the very ground itself was a specter of death; for no other being could inspire such fear.
The figure was wearing a red, worn-out cape that obscured its torso and a mask that hid its face and eyes from view. Underneath the cape, it was wearing a heavy suit of armor that covered its body, legs and arms. To complete its look, the figure had strings of hexagonal plates surrounding it, almost obscuring the blood that dripped down its legs.
Ganta found himself unable to look away from the 'Red Man' as his classmate finally took notice of the flying person outside of their classroom. The Red man gave a single terrible smirk before he motioned to the classroom with his hand.
!CRASH!
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'Wake up…Wake up you wuss!'
"Uggh…" The strange voice rose Ganta from his trauma induced slumber though he wasn't too aware of his surroundings.
"Ow, my head…" Ganta complained as he slowly got up, opening his bleary eyes. "Mimi… Yamakatsu... are you guys okay?" Ganta rubbed his eyes for a moment before he opened them and screamed. All throughout his class the body parts of his classmates littered the floor and their blood stained the walls. It was a scene straight from hell.
"Wh-What the hell. MIMI! YAMAKATSU! WHERE ARE YOU?!"
Drip…
To this day Ganta would never understand how that small sound was louder then everything else. Turning his head ever so slightly, Ganta's eyes were reduced to pinpricks at the sight before him. There, soaked in the blood of his classmates, was the Red Man and in his hands were the heads of Mimi and Yamakatsu.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH HHHHHHHH!" Ganta screamed as he frantically tried to scramble away from the murderer before him. Unfortunately he backed up into the lockers in the back of the class, leaving him no room to escape from the Red Man.
Seeing Ganta awake the Red Man carelessly threw the severed heads into the pile of bodies that was once Class 5-A. He then, with an ever so casual gait, he began to walk towards Ganta.
'What is this?'
'This is madness…'
The Red Man drew ever closer to Ganta with his slow pace, the carnage that he created not affecting him in the slightest. It was if he was taking a summer stroll through the park and not the ruins of a blood spattered classroom.
'Why did he kill them?'
'Because he could…'
The man raised his right hand up towards Ganta as flecks of red crystals began to form within it.
'This shouldn't be possible; we're on the third floor. There's no way he could get up here.'
'Let go of your preconceptions and embrace the insanity.'
The flakes of crystal then merged to form a large, red diamond that glowed with an eerie light. Once the crystal was complete the Red Man's smirk grew wider, if that was even possible. The man then pulled his arm back and stabbed the crystal straight into Ganta's chest.
An inferno of pain erupted in Ganta's chest and spread throughout his entire body. Bright lights filled Ganta's vision as his mind could not keep up with the signals that his body was sending it. With one last thought, Ganta passed out with the image of the smirking Red man imprinted on his mind.
'Is this the end?'
'No…this is only the beginning.'
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(Shiro's POV.)
Shiro couldn't help but smirk as she saw that Ganta's body hadn't rejected the Nameless Worm. After all it wouldn't be good if her plan had been destroyed because Ganta couldn't handle the worm. Weather he wanted to or not, Ganta was now almost guaranteed to go to Deadman Wonderland where her alter ego could be with him. Though Shiro didn't understand why, she and her alter ego both loved this weak little boy, so she devised a plan to get him to come to her.
During a routine inspection of the Mother Goose system one of the new techies accidentally turned off one of the generators, allowing her to take over her body for a bit. Once she had broken her restraints and killed off all the personal that were monitoring her, Shiro had searched the extensive computer network for any trace of her childhood friend. Thankfully he was simple enough to find so she broke out of Deadman Wonderland, donned her ace man costume-which she made herself- and was off to get Ganta.
Once she found Ganta's school, Shiro decided to observe him and see how much he had changed in the last ten years; what she saw both pleased and angered her.
Ganta had grown up very well; he was even, dare she think it, handsome. If she was capable of feeling normal emotions Shiro might have been blushing as she stared at Ganta's face but as she was now, Shiro only looked at Ganta with a disinterred eye that hid her true feelings. Unfortunately her semi good mood that she had gained from seeing her best friend had quickly soured when she saw Ganta giving puppy eyes to that black haired bitch. Seeing her Ganta make such love-struck eyes at the black haired siren brought a stabbing pain to Shiro's heart before it was replaced by a terrible fury.
Ganta was HER friend and she would make sure that nobody would take him from her. After regaining control of her anger, Shiro used her Branch of Sin to fly up to the class room window. The expression of fear on Ganta's face brought a small smile to her face as she slaughtered everyone in the room. Everyone except for Ganta of course, she merely knocked him out for a while. It was all part of her brilliant plan, once she killed all of Ganta's classmates and left Ganta as the only survivor, that annoying fool Tamaki would take care of the rest. The mere fact that she spared someone would make Tamaki do whatever was necessary to get that person in his clutches. With any luck, Ganta will be with her in Wonderland by the end of the month.
Of course this wasn't all business for her, for some reason Shiro really enjoyed herself as she tore that black-haired, friend stealing bitch's head off.
Once she finished off the last of the puny humans in the room Shiro implemented the next part of her plan. She knew that Ganta was weak and that he would never survive in a place like Deadman Wonderland. If she was to have her friend again she would need to give him an advantage of some kind.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH HHHHHHHH!"
The sound of Ganta's scream alerted Shiro that her friend had finally woken up and saw her handiwork. Shiro casually threw the heads that were in her hands off to the side before she casually walked to her shaking friend. As Ganta cowered before her, Shiro collected a large amount of her own Nameless Worm and formed it into a huge red crystal. Once her creation was complete Shiro shoved it into Gant's chest where it fused with the rest of his body.
'Don't worry Ganta-kun you'll be different then all those pale imitations in G-Ward.' Shiro thought as she watched Ganta wither in pain. 'I've given you something extra special.'
With that Shiro turned away from Ganta to return to the prison… that's when things took a turn to the unexpected.
"Arrggghhhh!"
Shiro quickly spun around to see Ganta screaming in pain as he clawed widely at his chest.
'What the hell.' Shiro thought as she returned to her spot in front of Ganta. "What's going on? He shouldn't be reacting in this way. None of those imitations ever experienced pain when they bonded with the Worm so why is Ganta acting as if I lit him on fire.'
Then something happened that even left Shiro dumbfounded. The Nameless Worm capsule that she had implanted in Ganta's chest began to change. What was once a brilliant red diamond slowly began to change as the blood red color of the crystal began to grow darker and darker. After a bit the capsule no longer resembled a red diamond but now it was an ebony jet that glowed with a sickly purple light. Once the process was fully completed Ganta's agonized wails ceased and his arms fell limply to his sides as his body slumped against the lockers behind him.
All was silent in the room as Shiro tried to make sense of what she just saw. She then knelt down in front of Ganta and raised her hand to inspect the black crystal. Once her gauntlet covered hand made contact with the crystal a familiar feeling filled her entire body like a flood. Shiro was still for a moment as she tried to remember where she felt the presence before a wide grin that could've belonged on a shark appeared on her face.
After all how could she not recognize the newly awoken madness within Ganta when she embraced it every single day?
Her sinister smile shrank into a small, yet genuine smile as she gently cupped the sleeping Ganta's face.
"Oh Ganta-kun." Shiro whispered to the sleeping boy. "I look forward to the madness that we can spread together."
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(Hospital Room)
Beep…..Beep….Beep…
The sound of a heart monitor was the first thing that Ganta heard as he returned to the land of the living. His eyes slowly opened only to look upon an unfamiliar pure white ceiling. Still feeling weak from… what ever happened to him, Ganta tried to find out where he was. While his mind was still muddy and his body still numb, Ganta could still move his eyes around to find out where he was. Ganta let his eyes roam around the white room and was immediately drawn to the set of medical machines that were hooked up to his right arm. Looking the other way, Ganta could see that his other arm was beneath the covers of what looked to be a hospital blanket.
'I'm in a hospital? Why am I here?' Ganta thought as he tried to make think of what could've done to land him in a hospital.
"Wait, wasn't I at school." As Ganta concentrated on the missing gaps in his memory he never noticed that the beeps from his heart monitor began to speed up.
"Yeah I…I was with Mimi and Yamakatsu when…Oh Kami NO!" The memories of the deaths of his friends flashed through his eyes as his heart rate sped up even more. The beeping of the medical machine sped to match the beat of his frantic heartbeat.
'He killed them, he killed them all. But…why didn't he kill me?'
'Because a wuss like you isn't worth killing.'
Ganta would've jumped at the unknown voice but his body seemed to ignore what his mind was telling it to do. Once the shock of hearing the strange voice wore off, Ganta then looked around his room but saw nobody in it. He was completely alone.
"H-hello? Is anybody there?"
'Well I'm here, but it's not really by choice.'
Ganta jumped again when he heard the voice respond back to him. This time he realized that the voice wasn't come from somewhere around him, it came from inside his head. The realization that he was hearing voices in his head really disturbed Ganta.
'Oh great, I am starting to hear voices in my head. I must be going crazy.'
'Don't I wish that was true. If you were really crazy then that would mean that I'm not real and wouldn't have to deal with a sissy like you.'
Ganta would've responded to the voice in his head but the sound of the opening door drew his attention away from it. Ganta turned his head to the door, just in time to see a trio of stone faced men walked into the room and over to Ganta's bed. One of the mean then flashed Ganta a detective badge as he began to talk.
"Ganta Igarashi you are under arrest for the murder of your entire class."
That was when Ganta's entire worldview shattered beyond repair.
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(Four weeks later: Deadman Wonderland)
At the moment, Ganta could be found nervously shuffling his feet while he stood in line with the other new inmates to Deadman Wonderland. Like the others, he was garbed in the standard dark-green jumpsuit and had a silver collar around his neck that he itched at. Honestly, he couldn't understand how his life had gone from planning on how confess to the girl he liked to being sentenced to death in the most insane prison on the entire planet.
'That's because you're an idiot.'
That was another thing that had changed for Ganta; The Voice as he so affectionately dubbed it. Ever since he had woken up after the massacre of his classmates, he could hear a deep voice in the back of his head. The Voice seemed to enjoy taunting Ganta whenever it could; calling him names, making crude comments, and, more frightening then not, making suggestions on how he should kill people.
Obviously he hadn't told anyone about The Voice since he believed that it would hurt his chances of being acquitted. Of course, with that incompetent layer of his and the mountains of falsified evidence against him made sure that he was all but guaranteed to be convicted.
At the end of his trial he was found to be guilty and was sentenced to death with no chance of parole. After that he was taken to Deadman Wonderland, the very place that he was supposed to go for his class field trip. The irony was not lost on him.
The clicking of heels on tile brought Ganta out of his sulking. He lifted his head up to see who was going to be introducing him to hell and couldn't help but blush at the sight of her.
'DANG! Check out the size of that chick's chest.'
The woman that was walking down the hallway had dark-brown hair that was kept in her prison-hat but one lock of hair hanging right of her face. She also had dark-blue eyes that were as cold as ice. She was wearing a dark blue prison-uniform with a matching hat and had a long sword strapped to her left side of her hip. Her pants were white and she had black knee-length boots. What caught Ganta's attention though, like the voice had so aptly said, was her very sizeable chest.
She, along with a few guards, stood in front of Ganta and the other new prisoners. "Welcome new inmates. As you are no doubt aware of this is Deadman Wonderland, your new home. I am the Warden, Makina."
Ganta would've listened to the rest of the explanation but a certain voice distracted him once again.
'Dang if this chick's running the place then we should've been sent to jail years ago.'
Ganta's expression became annoyed at the unwanted distraction, 'I shouldn't even be in this place, I'm innocent for crying out loud.'
'Oh I know that you didn't kill your classmates. You don't have the spine for something like that.'
'Shut up! This is all that Red Man's fault he's the one that should be here, not me!'
'Ah but you're here and he's probably off somewhere ripping the heads off of innocent civilians. Sigh, some people have all the luck…'
'That's horrible!' Ganta thought as the anger within him started to bleed out onto his face.
"Ahem…" The not so subtle sound of the warden clearing her throat brought Ganta out of his mental argument with the voice. Ganta looked up and saw that the cold eyes of Makina were locked onto him as he belatedly realized that some of the anger that he was feeling because of the voice was showing on his face. "Was there anything wrong with my speech just now?"
Ganta blushed a bit as he stared down at his feet in an odd combination of embarrassment and fear.
"Sorry. I was thinking of something else." Ganta responded lamely.
Makina stared at Ganta for what seemed like eternity before she snapped her fingers. A mousy, brown haired woman with glasses that had been standing with the rest of the guards hurried to her superior and handed her a manila folder. Makina then opened up the folder with a flourish and began to read its contents aloud.
"Prisoner #5580; Ganta Igarashi. Sentenced to Death Row for the murder of your entire class."
The other prisoners began to whisper amongst themselves, the idea that a scrawny kid like him killing off an entire classroom of people was surprising to say the least. Ganta ignored the muttering of the other prisoners, since they just made him feel worse than he already did.
"Well then…" Makina said as she shut the folder, "You should fit right in with all the other criminals. Now then there any questions?"
"I have one," One of the others prisoners asked without any sort of fear what so ever. "What's your cup size?"
"G-cup." Makina said without missing a beat.
'HOT DAMN!'
"Earlier you were given a bag." Makina said as she resumed her normal introduction speech. Ganta, on the other hand was already rummaging through said bag as the warden continued to talk. "In that bag are a small amount of supplies for newcomers."
As Ganta looked through his bag, he never noticed the trolley that was slowly approaching him.
"Now then, about your neck restraints…"
!BANG!
The trolley that had been sneaking up behind Ganta had run into him with a resounding crash. Oddly enough, Ganta barely felt the cart as it rammed into the back of his legs. Sure the surprise of the impact made him drop his bag onto the floor, but other than that he was totally fine. The pusher of the cart on the other hand….
"Oww, did I hit a wall or something?"
From behind the trolley a young man stepped out with his arms clutched around his stomach, where the handles of the trolley punched him in the gut. The young man was very slim, and had grey hair that hung over his left eye. He was wearing a standard prison-uniform, like the one Ganta had been given to wear and a matching neck restraint around his throat.
The boy then saw the person that he had run into and instantly went into an apologetic fit, "Oh my gosh, are you alright? Here let me help you with that."
The boy then knelt down and started to help Ganta pick up his stuff. Makina's eyes narrowed slightly at the boy before she walked up to the two kneeling boys. "You there, trolley kid. If you return the item that you just took then I'll let you off with a warning."
The gray-haired kid had a look of confusion on his face as he looked up at the buxom female warden.
"Uhh, sorry but all I did was bump into this guy. It's a little hard to see over all of the boxes."
Ganta then decided to speak up in defense of the one decent guy he's met so far today. "Hey it's okay. I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings, besides I wasn't even hurt."
Makina's right hand then gripped her sword as she began to speak in her usual frosty and clipped tone, "Very well then, if you won't return what you have stolen then I expect you to compensate in another way."
In a motion that was merely a blur to most people Mikana drew her sword and delivered a deep slash to the gray haired boy's shoulder, which then released a large amount of blood.
"AAARRRGGGHHHH!"
Ganta froze up as the sight of the blood brought back the memories of his friend's massacre. He was so stunned that he didn't even notice as people scrambled around him to get the injured boy some help. Ganta did hear the Voice give one last parting comment though.
'Dang, busty and bloodthirsty. I think I'm in love'
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(Deadman Wonderland: Ganta's Cell)
Ganta sat along in his new cell, once again thinking about his situation. The entire situation was unfair, he didn't deserve any of this. His hands were gripped together so tightly that they turned a pale white from the lack of blood flowing into them. Thinking back to what happened back in the hallway brought a fresh wave of fear to the boy's fragile mind. The madness of this place and the situation that he found himself in was starting to overwhelm his thoughts.
"What is this place…?" Ganta muttered to himself as he tried to find some semblance of sanity in what he's seen of Deadman Wonderland so far.
'If Officer Busty's speech was any indication then this is a prison. Of the fact that you got thrown in here for your "supposed" crime was probably too subtle for you to figure out on your own.'
Seeing that he was alone for now, Ganta decide to speak to the voice out loud, after all why not just confirm that that he was insane and get it over with.
"But I don't deserve to be here. I'm innocent." Ganta muttered with fear and desperation coloring his voice.
'That doesn't matter. You and I both know that you're innocent but to the rest of the world, you're just a murderer.'
Ganta gripped his head as his eyes became unfocused; the mental strain of everything that was happening to him was finally starting to get to him. "This shouldn't be happening to me. I don't deserve any of this."
'Oh don't you start going all emo on me you wuss. Look on the bright side of things.'
Something snapped within Ganta at the voice's casual dismissal of the situation. "Bright side? WHAT POSSIBLE BRIGHT SIDE COULD THERE BE?! MY FRIENDS ARE DEAD AND EVERYONE THINKS THAT I DID IT!"
'Well at least you have your health. Your classmates on the other hand can't say the same thing.'
The anger that Ganta felt was instantly washed away as another wave of angst took hold of his mind. The memory of Mimi and Yamakatsu's severed heads in the hands of the Red Man made bile rise in his throat but he managed to choke it back. After a few minutes of gather his thoughts and fighting back his depression Ganta sighed once again and he stared intensely at his hands. His expression was one of resignation, like a man who's given up all hope on living to the next day.
"Perhaps…it would be better if I was dead." Ganta whispered to himself, believing that no one but the voice in his head would hear his suicidal thoughts.
How wrong he was.
!CRASH!
Without any warning of any kind, the barred window of Ganta's cell exploded inwards as something broke through it with a great amount of force. Ganta's hands instinctively flew up to his head to protect himself from the shower of glass and metal that once made up his window. Once the downpour of dangerous material ended Ganta moved his arms away from his head to see what had broken through his window. What he saw both confused him and made his face as red as a tomato at the same time.
Standing amongst the shards of glass was a young girl about his age who stood with her back facing Ganta. The reflection of light from the shards seemed to make her glow in an almost ethereal way and her odd appearance only heightened her mystery. The girl's hair was as white as snow, and almost seemed to glow with a heavenly light, and her skin was extremely pale, as though she had never seen the light of day. Her white hair was very long, reaching all the way down to her feet and while it was a little wavy most of it ran straight. She wore a white, skintight bodysuit that had red swirls like decorations along the length of it. From what he could see of her neck, she was wearing a neck brace of some kind like the ones doctors used to keep a patients head stationary. The girl wore no shoes of any kind and her toes stuck out of her bodysuit along with her heels. Finally, she wore a pair of large brown gloves that completely covered her hands completely.
The girl then turned around, allowing Ganta to get a look at her face. Like her hair, the mysterious girl's eyebrows and eyelashes were snow-white but it was her eyes that drew his attention the most. They were as red as blood but they shined with an innocence and love that he never thought he would see in a place like Deadman Wonderland.
"Ganta-kun…" The girl began to say with a tone of childish glee in her voice. "Are you ready to die now?"
That was when he noticed the big piece of glass in the strange girl's hand.
'Oh crap.'
'Oh crap'
And that's the revision of the first chapter, hoped everyone liked it. Make sure to leave a review of what you thought or else Sniper Kitty will get you.