Welcome to Shinjuku
Hey, its zombietomato, and here is the first new material in a while, and I decided this time that I was going to re-write Powerless, now as Powerlessness is an Illusion, and this time it is going to be way different, this time inspired by both Kick-ass and Powerless, two mini-series by Marvel Comics. I'm sorry if you don't like that this is a story retold as if somebody was telling you this around the campfire. If you don't like it, then do please help me, because I found this was easiest for me to write because I'm a natural storyteller, and this way of writing came rather naturally to me. That reminds me, if you're gonna read the story, you sure as hell gotta be writtin' goddam reviews, or else I won't continue, because while I do know what is gonna happen here, I need your help here too! Oh, shit that reminds me I got to do the disclaimer.
Disclaimer- I do not own digimon. Why would I?
Chapter 1: Conviction
Hey there! My name is Takato Matsuki, and for those of you who didn't remember me, well...well shame on you dammit! Before I got knees-deep-err, more like waist deep in all this turmoil, I was, for the most part, your average high school kid. I painted, hung out with my two best buds Kazu Shioda and Kenta Kitagawa. We were amateur manga creators-I did all the drawing (the hardest job), Kazu, being the natural story-teller (and the best liar, mind you), created the story boards and wrote the stories, while Kenta was our assistant. An interesting thing about those two is that each has what the other lacks-Kazu lacks Kenta's sense of humility, strong morals, and Kenta's ability to view a situation realistically. Kenta, on the other hand, lacked courage, optimism, and the inability to admit defeat in no-win situations that Kazu had (which always miraculously pays off for him). We were again, a normal group of guys until that day... The day that the local MMA Junior champion Ryo Akyama died, which is where the first chapter of our story begins...
It was raining that day, and my plans were originally involved finally gathering to ask my long time crush, Jeri Koutu, a shy brunette girl whom I've had a soft spot for longer than I can remember. Anyways, it ended up raining, so I decided to give myself a rain check and wait for a better day, but in a way, I was really relieved. I was scared as hell, but I also knew I'd have to do it eventually, and the longer I waited, the less likely it was that it would happen. The crappiest part of it raining when school ended was that I had to ride my bike in the rain. The rain hit so hard that I could barely see. Before I go on, let me tell you a Little bit 'bout the location of my high school. It is on main street of downtown Shinjuku, meaning it is a few miles from my house, and another important thing I'd like to add is the fact that in order for me to actually get home, I have go through five different intersections, so one wrong turn, and I'm completely lost. When you also think about how hard it was raining, you'd realize things would be heading for hell. I didn't realize this until much later it was raining so hard that all I cared about was getting home. At the first intersection I took a right turn instead of just going straight. Then I just kept going straight for a half an hour, until I stopped outside of an alley and realized that I was lost. Just as I was about to go into nut-job mode, I saw a muscular brunette with spiky hair about my age walking into the alley right beside me...
I then called out " hey you, do you know how to get to Matsuki Bakery?", but the kid's only answer was a brisk "Get the hell away from me". Well, being me, that just didn't stop me. Nowadays, I often wonder if I was better-off listening to him. As I begin to tail him, his stride lengthens and his pace increased. "When he was walking, if you could even call it that, had slowly changed into a run, he turned around and shouted" Hey dumb fuck, what part of get the hell away from me! This is for your own god damned good..." his eyes widened and the look on his face resembled that of animal that knew it was about to die and was preparing to make a final charge at its executioner before death… He looked at me and said "Get outta here, because believe me kid, this is gonna get ugly, and you don't want to stick around when those frauds they call the police force get here, really."
After giving me his short little lecture, he stopped running, turned around, and pulled out what looked like a pistol and to this day, I swear I heard the guy say " I've been running away my whole life, and I'm sick of it! How about you tell that fucker Yamaki that in the end, Ryo Akyama, the son of Taguki Akyama does have the balls to stand up for coward of a father, and that one day, he and the damn syndicate will fall!" before the gunshots.
Little did Ryo know, he was right. Even the greek gods have been defeated by mortals, just as kings have fallen by the hands of commoners...