A New Beginning
Time never waits. It delivers all equally to the same end. You, who wish to safeguard the future, however limited it may be…You will be given one year; go forth without falter, with your heart as your guide…
Elsword - ?
Aisha – High Magician/Elemental Master
Rena – Combat Ranger/Wind Sneaker
Whaaaat?! Bonds of the Heart? If you've read this story before, then I'm saying that it's back. I'll be rebooting the entire series and thus will be removing the other. The majority will be the same, but I will tweak some parts here and there. I will also need new OC's, so I'd like to have 4 to 5 new ones as of now. And this is based off of Persona 3. That's basically it for now. Without further ado, welcome to Iwatodai~
Lightly set on the horizon, the sun shone dimly, creating a bright mesh of orange and yellow. The weather and wind were calm and silent, swaying slowly and weakly throughout the train station. The sounds of people were all around him; joy, laughter, happiness. They were all bustling around, hopping from place to place, running around...teasing their friends. He didn't know any of that. All of those emotions had been long devoid within his soul since the incident ten years ago. Trudging through an endless crowd of people, a pair of headsets were strapped onto his ears, forcing his red messy hair to be plastered onto his forehead. His crimson-colored eyes stared blankly forward as he made his way onto the monorail, transferring to a new school for his tenth grade year, returning to the very city that made his life hell.
Sitting in the bathroom, huddled in the corner, the sound of open tap water running from the rusty sink above her head, sat a purple-haired girl. She shook lightly, her knees up to her chest as she held a gun-like object in her hand. She slowly raised it, still trembling lightly.
Boarding the monorail, the red-haired boy merely stood up. His hand reached out for one of the poles that lay suspended in the air, connected to both the top and bottom of the monorail. The doors shut after another minute or so, the transportation vehicle shaking lightly as it started to move along. The monorail was small and compact. It was designed to be a single "box" attached to other "boxes." Each box was shaped like a narrow corridor, apart from the seats, windows, doors, and metal bars protruding from the ceiling. He turned on a song on his MP3 player, closing his eyes as the song started to play. I will burn my dread. I once ran away from the god of fear. And he chained me to despair.
The purple-haired girl let out an almost whimper-like sound, still shaking. Her hands fumbled with the gun-like object in her hand. The sound of the dripping water echoed in the background, making her squirm and flinch every few seconds, slowly resting the muzzle of the gun onto her head, her teeth sinking into her lip. A small drip of blood fell from the small wound she had inflicted onto herself, and she continued to shake, her dark violet irises wide.
Burn my dread. I'll break the chain. And run till I see the sunlight again. I'll lift my face and run to the sunlight. The song continued to play through the headphones, loud and constant. The male whistled to himself, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. He had a few hours to spare and unfortunately, had nothing to do. The monorail continued down its path, rocking from side to side slightly. Taking his chance to do so now, he took a seat by the window. He looked at the glass panel, the window showing a reflection of his crimson eyes.
The muzzle of the weapon remained on her head, still trembling lightly. She didn't know what to do or what she was doing. She didn't even know if she had the will to pull the trigger. Small tears formed in the corners of her eyes as she lowered her hand to her side, her hand having a small seizure, sobbing noises emitting from the purple-haired girl.
A small butterfly flew by the window, despite the speed of the monorail. An almost glittery trail stroke behind it, its elegant blue wings flapping lightly, the small creature stopping by the window of the red-haired boy, who did not pay any attention to it, still listening to his music, lost in his own blank thoughts. Voiceless town tapping feet, I clench my fists in pockets tight, far in mist a tower awaits like a merciless tomb devouring moonlight. The butterfly flew off, vanishing into nothingness as the monorail passed into another tunnel
Struggling to her feet, she stumbled lightly, tears still dropping from her half-lidded eyes. She threw the gun across the room, the silver-colored weapon colliding with the wall on the other side of the room. She staggered to the sink, placing her face under the running water, not aware of the small butterfly that had grazed its wings on the window, the blue streak of glitter vanishing as soon as it came, leaving the girl lost in her own thoughts.
The rest of the trip on the monorail was long and boring, the only form of entertainment he had was the music that he was listening to. After a few hours of pure nothingness, the monorail came to a complete stop, an almost eerie screeching sound emitting as metal fought against metal. The monorail lurched slightly, coming to a slow stop. He was the only passenger now, the others having already left at previous stops. Slowly standing up, the red-haired boy trudged over to the doors of the monorail, stepping outside once they opened. "You have now arrived at Iwatodai Station," a voice rang out, almost out of nowhere, but then he realized that it was an inner mechanism within the train.
He continued to walk forward, his hands tufted into his pockets. The Iwatodai station was neat, clean, and tidy. Since exiting the monorail, the station divided into three paths. North, east, and west. His side paths most likely led to other train stops, gift stores, and other assorted commodities that would be fit in a train station. If he wanted to leave, he would have to continue north. A clock was hung right overhead, the long hand almost on the "12" as the smaller hand circled around the other numbers. I will burn my dread. This time I'll grapple down that god of fear and throw-The song suddenly stopped. The boy stopped walking, looking down at his MP3 Player. What the hell? Did the batteries die or something? Looking back at the clock overhead, he had noticed that both hands were locked at the "12" now. Eyes narrowing slightly, he proceeded to walk out of the station, not knowing what he would find outside.
The scenery outside shocked him for one particular reason or should he indicate a few. It was not beautiful or pretty, which was one of the main reasons as to why a particular scene would shock someone. It was downright horrifying in a way. It reminded him of the incident that had happened ten years ago when he had previously lived here, small images of the scene flickering in his mind or of what he could remember at least. Blood, a bridge, a hand...He had lived here awhile ago but due to a car incident, he had lost both his parents and sister, Elsa. It was a miracle as to why he was the only one who survived, because he wished he hadn't. It was just a distant memory now. He didn't really care if he lived or not...
A pale green color lit up the sky. The moon was an eerie pale green, consuming the entire night sky in its full entirely. It was a half moon at the moment, the shape still gigantic and large. The smell of blood reeked the air and random coffins erupted from the ground in variously scattered spots. The coffins were a greenish-brown, taller than him, and menacing. It was like a scene in a horror movie, where the killer had killed everyone else and was about to kill you as well. A scene like this would normally strike fear into someone. But, for someone like him, this was a joke.
He rummaged through his pocket, pulling out a small slip of paper. The paper had the directions to his new dorm and school. It wouldn't be wise to lose those or he would be wandering hopelessly around Iwatodai for a year. Letting out a small sigh, he continued down the street, trying to ignore the creepiness of the situation as he tried to find his dorm.
Turning the corner, he strode up to his dorm, looking at the building. It was a four-story building, an average-looking building apart from the green color of the bricks as every other building in the area. Walking up the steps of the dorm, he lifted his hand to the door, but paused for a second before tapping it lightly against the door. Not hearing a response, he pulled the door knob and walked in, sliding his headphones down.
"You're late," an almost child-like voice emitted. The red-haired boy blinked in surprise, turning his head to see a pale-colored boy with black hair sitting behind the reception desk of the dorm. "I've been waiting a long time for you," the other boy stated. He was wearing a jailed suit or so it looked like that, the black and white stripes evident against the clear color of his shirt. He raised his fingers, snapping them, and instantly materialized in front of the boy. "Now, if you wish to proceed, please sign your name there. It's a contract. Don't worry; all that it says is that you'll accept the full responsibility for your actions. You know, the usual stuff," the creepy boy stated, waving his hand to the document placed on the reception table.
The red-haired boy, eyes wide, still said nothing. He turned slowly to the contract, seeing a place to sign his name. Picking up the feather pen, he dabbed the tip of it into the ink bottle, signing his name onto the contract, Elsword Sieghart. The jail-suit boy took the contract from the reception desk, closing it and his eyes as well for a moment. "Nothing can escape time. It delivers us all to the same end. You can't plug your ears and cover your eyes," he started, bringing the contract fully up to his left eye before twisting it, the contract vanishing altogether. He lifted his hand, the entire room becoming dark, a small smile forming on his face. "And so, it begins…" vanishing as well, leaving the entire room in its eerie pale green color now.
The dorm, apart from the reception desk was divided into three parts. A few feet away from the reception desk was a small living room, three couches centered around a small table. A few feet upward from that was a television set and another division with a wall, a dining table set there. Two restrooms were adjacent to the reception table and a flight of stairs was beyond that.
Elsword stood there, dumbfounded. What the hell just happened? What did I just sign and who was that…? He raised a hand to his face, laughing gently to himself before a female voice rang out. "Who's there?" a voice rang out. Turning his head, Elsword looked at a purple-haired girl who was standing beside the television set. Her hand was outstretched and shaking over a small holster attached to her white-colored skirt, a gun inside. She trembled lightly, panting as sweat rolled down her face, her eyes wide as she looked at Elsword. Within an instant, her hand pressed against the gun and a small clicking sound emitted and she started to pull it out before another sound echoed behind her.
"Aisha, wait!" an almost cheery like voice emitted, making the purple-haired girl named Aisha instantly recoil her head to look back at the green-haired woman that had called her, a small smile forming on her face. On the top of the stairs was another girl, dressed in the same attire as Aisha, but the colors were green and she also had a holster attached to her skirt. The sudden eerie green color vanished from the dorm and outside, a yellow light filling the room. Him into hell's fire. Burn my dread. I'll shrug the pain and run till I see the sunlight again. The song started to play as the green light died down, as well as the other electronics in the same area, the clock now starting to tick again, the small hand showing that it was 12:01.
The girl on top of the stairs took a few steps forward, her green hair swishing from side to side as she did so. "I didn't think you would arrive so late. I'm Rena Kirijo and I'm one of the students that lives in the dorm!" she stated, a bit bubbly in contrast to the purple-haired girl next to her.
Aisha looked at Elsword and back at Rena, obviously a bit uncomfortable. "Um…Who's he?" she asked Rena, her voice a little nervous.
Rena looked over at Aisha, blinking. "Oh, he's a transfer student. It was a last minute decision to assign him here. Sorry for not telling you. I didn't think it was that big of a deal," she replied, answering the other girl's question.
"…Will it be okay for him to even be here? You know-"Aisha faltered, not knowing how else to complete her sentence as she glanced at Elsword again.
"I guess we'll see," Rena replied back, again in her cheery tone as she paced around Elsword a bit before returning to Aisha's side.
"I can talk for myself. May I ask what is going on?" Elsword finally exclaimed, his apathy and stoic-like demeanor now revelant .
Rena blinked. "I'm not sure what you're talking about. Can you please explain a bit more~" she questioned Elsword, tilting her head to the side somewhat.
"The color of the sky and everything else. It was strange," Elsword replied.
"Oh, shut up, you dummy! It's obvious you're just tired from your long trip or something because I didn't notice anything like that," Aisha exclaimed back, trying to keep her voice at a normal volume.
Elsword opened his mouth to snap back at her, but closed it, letting out a small sigh. No point in arguing. She is probably right…or dead stupid. He would get answers later, if he cared to remember.
Rena continued to talk, ignoring what had just happened. "This is Aisha Tanaka. She'll be a junior like you in the coming school year. I hope you two get along~" she said to Elsword, her voice a little taunting and teasing.
Elsword, instead of exchanging his own name to them, looked at Aisha with narrowed eyes. "Why do you have a gun…?" he inclined of the purple-haired girl.
Aisha flinched slightly, almost startled by the question. "Huh? Um…why are you asking a question like that, you idiot? In the world we live in, a girl needs it for self-defense," she replied, obviously flustered.
"I see. Thank you for that information, grapehead," Elsword replied back, keeping his hands tufted into his pocket, his response cool and regulated.
"W-what did you call me?!" Aisha asked, basically trying to tackle Elsword, but Rena held the other girl back, an innocent smile on her face. "It's not a real gun, of course. I think you should get some rest. Your room is on the second floor!" Rena exclaimed, still trying to hold back the angered Aisha.
Elsword nodded promptly, walking past the two of them and up the staircase. Trying to get past the weirdness of the day, he found his room at the end of the hall and entered it. It was a nice size and had a mirror, a bed, a television, and a study table. Dropping his MP3 onto the table, he kicked off his shoes and plumped down onto the bed, throwing the covers onto himself. Tossing and turning for a bit, he closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep within a matter of moments.
An alarm went off next to Elsword's head, waking him up. Grumbling lightly, he tossed and turned for a bit, eyes squinting lightly as a streak of sunlight refused to let him return to sleep. Letting out a yawn, he slowly pulled himself into a sitting position, and scratched his messy red-colored hair. First day of school…Should be fun. Pushing himself off the bed, he plucked out a uniform from his suitcase and changed there. The uniform consisted of a black button up jacket and black slacks, the whole thing looking sleek. That's when a knocking sound emitted at his door.
"Um…Are you awake yet? It's me, Aisha. Rena told me to take you to school and I would like to apologize for yesterday," Aisha's voice sounded from behind the door, genuinely sounding apologetic. However, Elsword was not in the mood to accept it.
"I don't care, grape head. Go to school without me," Elsword replied back, pulling his backpack onto his shoulders, trudging slightly over to the door.
"W-what…You just shoot my apology down? What the hell is wrong with you? The least you can do is show some manners and accept it!" she exclaimed to Elsword, yelling at the red-haired male.
Elsword placed his hand onto the door knob and opened the door suddenly, slamming it into Aisha's face. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were there," he said to the purple-haired girl, a false tone of innocence in his voice.
Aisha, raising her hands to hold her nose, took a few steps back, eyes gleaming daggers at Elsword. "I'm going to kill you!" she shouted at Elsword, stepping roughly on his foot, which did nothing to her own annoyance.
"Ah, I'm afraid you can't do that until later. You still have to take me to school," Elsword replied, heading down the steps of the staircase, adjusting the backpack on his shoulder, Aisha following him as she continued to grumble how much of a jerk he was.
Having taken the monorail to the high school, the two of them had barely exchanged a single word to each other. Now trudging to the large school in front of them, Aisha greeted many of the students that passed by the two of them, leading Elsword to believe that Aisha was popular or at least so far.
Aisha took a few steps ahead of Elsword, stopping in front of the school gate and turned around to face Elsword. A small, almost forced smile on her face, her voice strained as well, almost as if she had been forced to say it by Rena. "Welcome to Gekkoukan High School. Hope you like it!"
And that's chapter 1! Things will pick up next chapter...by a lot. PREPARE FOR ACTION, ADVENTURE, AND
STUPIO. Well, until next time, please review and critique. Arigato~