Demon Fighters
A new school day, students either hurrying to class to keep their straight attendance record or just lazing around to keep their straight tardy reputation, new teachers worrying about what kind of students they have and how they're going to teach their chosen subject, or old teachers pitifully thinking 'why me' when they realize they have the troubling students in school.
But this story isn't about a school life, this is a story about a boy, a dreamer, that will make a difference with two groups of the school to protect mankind.
? PoV
Students, teachers, the same things for the past six years of elementary, three years of middle school, and now the first year of high school. My name is Honda Kiku, or in western form Kiku Honda, and I'm sixteen years old. I have short black hair that reaches past my shoulders, but I can keep it shorter with a matching ponytail holder, and soulless brown eyes, at least they were soulless after the accident last month.
My older brother Kuro Honda, who looked like a shorter haired version of me with red eyes, was showing me this book he kept on his person until it happened. We were in the park when all of a sudden this dull orange light covered us, we ran to the sight where we saw people running in fear, and saw the reason why: the creativity museum was on fire.
Someone shouted that there was still a professor in there, and Kuro rushed inside as he dropped the book at my feet. I picked it up and started backing away, inch by inch, hoping, praying that they would make it. I didn't know how wrong I was back then, hoping that Kuro could make it out somehow.
An explosion suddenly erupted, I was launched off my feet and rolled a bit on the pavement, and that was all I remembered.
My aunt Okamina rushed over when she heard the news. My parents died when I was three and now my older brother is dead. The book, I still have the book. The second we arrived at her house, my new home, I rushed up the stairs to the room we used to share and sit at the desk before opening the book to see what secrets Kuro wrote.
It was blank.
Seriously, I looked through the entire book, every page, and from front cover to back cover. It was entirely blank, until I noticed a note taped to the back cover of the book. Kuro? I carefully peeled it off and unfolded it to see what he wrote to me.
'I'm sure you're wondering why the whole book is blank.'
Yep, Kuro.
'The thing is, on the day I found it, the night of the new moon, I brought it to work with me and grabbed a pen to write in it. But the strangest thing was that after I only wrote one word: it vanished. I looked through the book wondering if the word would reappear again, but there was nothing on any of the other pages. I looked up the book to see why, and nothing came up. Nothing about the book at all came up in my search, until I suddenly gotten an idea. I used every writing utensil I could find and the same thing happened. I was about to give up on figuring the book out until I remembered what my professor told me: Sometimes it's not the machine, but the person. The book wouldn't let me write anything in it because I'm not the right person it seems to be searching for: I think it's searching for you.'
This book, this book that wouldn't let Kuro write a single word, only allowed me to write in it? There has to be some mistake. But somehow my hand unconsciously found a ball-point pen as the other one opened the book, its golden-orange pages glimmering slightly in the lamplight.
What should I write? I don't know.
The dreams...
I've been having these dreams about shadow-like demons and eight people fighting them to protect their hometown and all of mankind. So I write that down, every single detail that I can remember, everything that I can remember from the vivid, or blurry, dream that I have every single night.
Now let me tell you about how this school year is going to be hard for me. Besides the troubling students and new teachers, no one notices me. At all. Well at least I want to be unnoticed unlike Matthew Williams, the half-Canadian half-American kid in my History class that wants to be noticed.
The problem isn't Matthew, the problem is his twin brother and his group along with their rival group. Matthew's brother Alfred Jones, how can twins have different last names, is in a group that he and four other kids created since they were inspired by World War II, along with the second group.
The group I'm talking about is: the Allied. Alfred is the self-proclaimed leader, well he always says he is while the others shoot the suggestion down. Arthur Kirkland, a British boy from England, is the first one that created the Allied along with Francis Bonnefoy, a French boy from France.
The third person to join the Allied was Ivan Braginski, a Russian boy from Russia, and if you call him "izverg" he will punch you as hard as Alfred can punch a whole wall down. Wang Yao or Yao Wang if you use Western terms, a Chinese boy from China, was the fourth person to join the Allied and I think it's because he's best friends with the others. I don't know.
And of course, Alfred Jones was the fifth and last person to join the Allied, although he always gets on their last nerves. Nevermind about that, now let me tell you about the rival group that always tries to out-best the Allied: the Axis.
The first member of the Axis is Ludwig Beilschmidt, a German boy from Germany with a last name that's slightly hard to pronounce, he and Arthur made a deal with each other of starting their own groups since they're both A+ students. He started the Axis group a day before Arthur and Francis started the Allied.
The second and last person to join the Axis is Feliciano Vargas, an Italian boy from Italy with a temperamental older brother. He seems to have a crush on Ludwig but maybe it's because he likes everyone and likes to see no fighting. That's why the two rivals try to out-best each other in their academics.
Oh! I almost forgot! The only other reason I want to be unnoticed is because Feliciano keeps bugging and asking me to join the Axis which I always answer with "No" or I try to lose him in the crowds. I never wanted to join either of the groups and I never will, no matter how much begging he does.
[Flashback Ends]
Normal PoV
(I'm an angel with a shotgun, shotgun, shotgun,
An angel with a shotgun, shotgun, shotgun..)
Get out your guns, battle's begun,
are you a saint, or a sinner?
If love's a fight, then I shall die,
with my heart on a trigger.
The only sound coming from the school library was pencil scratching on paper, an occasional hum from the person using the pencil, and music blasting from an mp3 through the earbuds into the person's ears. Kiku Honda is an A+ student in all of his classes except for History where he's a B+ student because a certain Italian keeps bugging him.
They say before you start a war,
you better know what you're fighting for.
Well baby, you are all that I adore,
if love is what you need, a soldier I will be.
I'm an angel with a shotgun,
fighting 'til the war's won,
I don't care if heaven won't take me back.
I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe.
Don't you know you're everything I have?
..and I, wanna live, not just survive, tonight.
He tries to block out everyone because of his brother's death and everyone at school pitied him for losing a family member, well everyone except the Allied and Axis since they only care about their grades like him. The only thing he doesn't like about people besides having their pity is having them get into his business when it's not theirs.
Sometimes to win, you've got to sin,
don't mean I'm not a believer.
..and major Tom, will sing along.
Yeah, they still say I'm a dreamer.
They say before you start a war,
you better know what you're fighting for.
Well baby, you are all that I adore,
if love is what you need, a soldier I will be.
For him, trying to get good grades might improve his behavior and help him get into a good college to try and become a writer. Since he has the book and an interest in writing he might as well pursue a career of being a writer.
I'm an angel with a shotgun,
fighting 'til the war's won,
I don't care if heaven won't take me back.
I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe.
Don't you know you're everything I have?
..and I, wanna live, not just survive, tonight.
ooooohhhhhhhh, ooooooohhhhh whoa whoa oooh whoa
'Why do I feel like I'm being watched?' He thought as he looked around slightly before going back to his History assignment. "The Battle of Nanjing, or Nanking, was between which two groups and during what war?" Well that was easy considering he learned about it throughout his life.
Just behind him were several bookshelves full of manga and comics but the person standing behind the first row was the reason why he felt like he was being watched. The person had knee-length ash brown hair and amber-streaked brown eyes that were wide with surprise. The person wore a red changshan with golden trimming, black cotton kungfu pants, and brown kungfu ninja slippers.
I'm an angel with a shotgun..
fighting 'til the war's won..
I don't care if heaven won't take me back..
I'm an angel with a shotgun,
fighting til' the war's won,
I don't care if heaven won't take me back.
I'll throw away my faith, babe, just to keep you safe.
Don't you know you're everything I have?
(I'm an angel with a shotgun)
..and I, want to live, not just survive, tonight.
(Live, not just survive)
..and I'm gonna hide, hide, hide my wings tonight.
They say before you start a war,
you better know what you're fighting for.
Well baby, you are all that I adore,
if love is what you need, a soldier I will be.
"I think I spelled that wrong..." Kiku mumbled as he started to erase what he wrote. The person hiding behind him closed their eyes and exhaled deeply as they shivered slightly. 'How can I approach him?' The person thought before noticing Kiku pick up his stuff as the bell rang.
Yao smiled to himself as he walked to his next class, which was History with his secret Jú Huā.