Chapter 1 – Hensen Yochi

June 15th 20XX

- PROLOGUE-

The room sat silent with the tension of hate in the air. In the dark room lay several bodies and only two boys stood. One had his back to the wall with, he was sweating and breathing heavy. The boy who had him pinned to the wall laughed and looked around the room as if to make sure no one could hear what he was about to say.

"You don't understand do you?"


This is my life.
"I understand alright... you're sick."

"Ha ha ha..."

They told me I'm the only one who can change the world.

"You'll never achieve the destruction you're looking for!"

They also didn't tell me I wasn't alone.

"Ha ha ha... See, you don't understand. In order to create you sometimes

have to destroy. When the World was recreated into what it is today, it had to be destroyed. It was destroyed fro the better. That's exactly what we're doing here as well, but you don't seem to understand. So ask yourself... Whose side are you really on?"

And when he said those last few words, everything I had been fighting for, flashed before my eyes.

-END PROOGUE-

June 15th 20XX

I'm not much, nothing really, I'm nothing special. Just your ordinary high school student. Average grades, average friends, average life. Until... until I came across... that door...

"I'm going to school grandpa! See you later!"
"An apple a day keeps the doctor away Hensen!"
"Right... grandpa..."

My name is Hensen Yochi, I'm 15 years old and a sophomore in high school. Everything in my life is pretty average. The sky is a cool blue, and a little cloudy. It's kinda warm but not unbearable, not so hot to where you'd want to go for a swim, but not so cold to where you couldn't enjoy one either. My school isn't strict on what to wear, so I usually go in a plain white button up short-sleeve shirt black pants and and white sneakers. My hair is messy but it doesn't really bother me, it's a shade of light brown so it works with what I wear.

*Sigh*

"Gonna be on time again, right on time."

My parents kinda disappeared when I was younger. I don't really know what happened to them but I found living with my grandpa to be just fine. Found it better not to ask questions even though I wanted to know where they went. Every time I would try to bring it up my grandpa would kinda just... trail off as he usually did with pretty much anything.

"Please... spare change? Any... spare change?"
A homeless man stood at the end of an ally way. Trash littered each side of the walls as if no one had been in the ally for years. The elderly looking man man was filthy, but how could you not be dirty with this ally way being the way it is.

Hensen checked his pockets frantically, partly because he was startled and partly because if he took any more time he'd be off schedule.

"Oh... no I'm sorry sir I don't have any money."
The homeless man began to walk down the dark ally muttering, Hensen couldn't tell if he was angry by the fact he left empty handed .

"Huh... change? But I just checked this pocket... Damn it, I won't go on today with this guilty conscious."

Hensen began to walk down the ally, with every step in the ally it seemed to get darker and darker.

"Sir? Are you there? I found some change."
Damn it I'm going to be late to school.

As he continued to walk down the ally there was a door leading into the building at the end.

"Must've gone in there... hmm..."

The door had a big "DO NOT ENTER" sign on it. Either side of the ally had no other doors, and Hensen was sure the man couldn't climb walls.

"Well what's the worst... that can happen."
Hensen grabbed the doors handle, a sudden surge or power raced through his body. It almost felt as if 10,000 volts of electricity raced through his body.

"Wh- what the?!"

The door swung open and pulled him in.

"Falling?! I'm falling?! No... No! Ahh!!!"

He fell in the darkness for what seemed to be eternity. Nothing but black all around him, and after what seemed to be hours, he just couldn't scream anymore. In the distant dark, a ray of light began to pierce the thick blackness.

"Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap!"

Hensen braced himself for the impact and his death when all of a sudden he stopped inches before hitting the ground.. at least.. for what he thought could be the ground. He couldn't really tell as it was just white all around him as apposed to the darkness that was just surrounding him. He looked up to see there was no sign of the darkness above him.

"Huh?"

He was slowly lowered onto the ground which to him he thought he couldn't feel at the moment. It wasn't hard and it wasn't cold or warm. He thought it was as if nothing was there, but he began to stand. The feeling was almost too much for him, he couldn't feel the ground yet he stood. He knew the ground was there but at the same time it seemed as if it wasn't there. He almost began to go into a state of vertigo.

"What does it feel like?"

A voice boomed through the room.

"Who's... who's there?!"

Pillars of gold began to materialize around him and the floor seemed to be made of crystal. Golden ascending stairs appeared before him and down walked a figure. From looking at him, he stood taller than himself. Hensen was 5'8, but this figure had to at least be 6'0. A white robe was all the figure wore and he seemed to be in his late 20's early 30's really good shape if anything.

"Don't... be afraid. I won't hurt you."

"Who... are you? Where am I?"

The figure smiled but mist covered his eyes. He had a warm smile and a certain warmth came from him.

"You are in Bekko Kenkon... this universes... Earth."

Hensen's face lost a little color, he started to feel a cold sweat coming on, and his pupils constricted.

"And I... I am who someone like you would call... God."