Summary: Through the perspective of the protagonist (which is basically the one I used in-game). The story is basically what happens in Gods Eater Burst, maybe with certain twists (we'll see).

PS: There was no Gods Eater in the games section, so I really wanna thank the guy who posted the first story up here.

My first GE burst story so R&R I guess. Help me through, GE fans.

WARNING: I'm (very) bad in language, so please correct me if needed/wanted.

Chapter 1: New Type Recruit, and a buddy

I looked at the sheet of paper that was handed to me. It was stated on top "profile sheet". I scrunched my eyebrows as I read the questions.

Well…I know this is supposed to be a profile sheet, but aren't they just asking way too many questions?

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I know I can't say much but looks like I just have to show you (hey, I'm even gonna TYPE this out for you, be grateful. It's even going to have some juicy bits inside!)

Recruit profile

Name: (Just freaking read the story)

Age: (once again, read)

Hair colour + style: Long, white hair with a bandana tied around

Eye colour (stalkers…): Green

Face: (Its MY FACE)

Skin colour: (I'm Asian, so I'll give you three freaking guesses)

Personality: Read everything I wrote and guess for yourself.

Interests/hobbies: NOT writing this profile form

Likes: (this isn't much different from the above)

Dislikes: The person who made me do this shit

Relationship status: Married/Single/Engaged (circles option 2, sadly)

Any other comments about yourself:

Actually yeah, I've got one.

Are you actually going to make everyone write this down when you already got their profiles, or are you just plain bored?

Fine, that was a general statement. Still, it was a statement FROM me, so it can't be that much different right?

Riiggghhhtttt?

…

*sigh*

When is it my turn?

Waiting in the waiting room sucks.

"Alright, number two! It's your turn!"

Oh yay, finally.

I heard my number sound out over the speaker and got up from my seat, not bothering to close the door and leaving it slightly ajar. I found the area which I was supposed to report to. A machine had me scanned from top down. Eyes, face, body all the way to the bottom.

"CLEAR." A mechanical voice sounded as the doors opened.

A bright light shone inside the large, seemingly empty test room of the fortress. I had to walk in as I squinted my eyes. The place wasn't much, just a bunch of old walls with the symbol of what seemed to be a flaming tiger on the wall.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting so long," a voice spoke from the much recently noticed glass window. I saw three men in lab coats, probably scientists.

"Welcome, to man kind's last fortress, Fenrir."

Last fortress? Are you trying to tell me that all the other branches got messed up? THIS is the only one left, the one in Japan? You have got to be kidding me….

"I will now test your compatibility as the anti-aragami punitive force."

"The Gods Eaters."

Wow, skip the formalities, why don't you?

"Please, just try to stay calm. I expect some good results from you."

From ME? What are you my mom? And on that note, who are YOU, really? You sound like a grown up Anakin Skywalker without Darth Vader's mask on.

Oh wait, these guys probably don't know who I am. Might as well try to be a little polite.

"My…"

"If you think you've calmed down enough, go place your hand on that machine in the middle," Vader-voice continued. Hey, if I could shout through thing here, I would. So much for me trying to be nice. But I've watched a lot of movies, and even I know that this thing is sound proof.

Wait, did you just say machine?

OH! You mean that red structure in the middle? Looks like an oversized tattoo machine.

But hey, what was I supposed to do? Shrugging, I walked up to the machine and studied the object on it for a moment. It looked like one of those kinds of high tech swords I played in a PSP game once.

Yes, I still game in this post-apocalyptic nightmare, so what?

So FREAKING WHAT!

Anyways, I stare at the machine, still seemingly suspicious of what it would do to me. Honestly, this thing looked no different from those 13th century execution tools (the one that drops down and slices your head off. Yeah. Wait, that was 13th century?) but it looked only small enough for one arm. Carefully, I placed my hand on the machine and wait.

I'm praying now. Hopefully my arm doesn't get cut off.

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Nothing happens.

CREAK

"What the…?"

Suddenly, the damn thing just drops down on my arm. That second, I did something that I rarely did.

I screamed.

Ok, it wasn't much of a scream since I'm a guy, but you get the picture. The pain was a freaking hell lot. I had no idea what was going on inside the machine, but something seemed to be clinging onto my arm. It felt metallic, but yet crawling around my arm like some kind of insect. The 'thing' dug into my arm, and I could literally feel the thing connecting to my nerves.

It was painful, I'll give, but I bore it anyway.

…

Ok, ouch. That was painful.

Fair enough.

When the pain finally subsided, the machine lifted itself of my poor right arm. I noticed a bright red bangle on my arm, though freakishly oversized (fashion statement fail…). I looked at the giant blade in my hand and lifted it up.

With one arm.

Whoa…this thing's as light as a baseball bat. I even gave the thing a few experimental swings, easy handling too. And there's this black substance, looks like a vine. It attached itself from the sword to my bracelet.

"Congrats," Vader-voice said, "You're now the first of the far east branch's 'new type' Gods eater. That is the end of your aptitude test."

Wait, that's it? Laaaammeeee…

"You may go for your medical check up soon. Please use the room on the right to take a little break."

As soon as he said that, the door to the right opened up. I nodded in his direction and made my way to it, not before he gave a last piece of advice, "Oh and, do call anyone of us up if you're feeling unwell."

Yeah, like I even know who you guys are anyways.

…

So, uh.

How do I keep this huge thing?

"Man…wish this could just fold up or something."

Suddenly, in my palm, the weapon DID indeed start to fold up. It folded up so much so that it fit into the bangle. I just stared at it, dumbstruck.

Japan's technology is awesome, enough said.

The door closed behind me as I entered the bright room, sat down, brushed my silver hair out of my eyes and attempted to sleep. The dude was right, although I didn't really feel sick, my body felt tired. But damn, the sofa was hard as hell.

"Hey."

Great, am I hearing voices?

"You okay man?" I heard the voice again and this time, someone jabbed me in the arm. I forced my eyes open and turned to my left and saw a (how did I not notice) young boy. He wore a yellow beanie that covered his reddish-brown hair and matching sweatshirt. His orange Bermuda seemed a little too big for him though, he looked like a clown. There was also a scarf around his neck, though I don't even think winter is here yet.

"Hey, you responded. Whew, I was beginning you fainted right after the aptitude test," he chuckled slightly. Oh, so this guy's a Gods eater too. Is he a new type? Nah, can't be. They said I was the first.

So I'm special, unlike all YOU OLD TYPES! (yeah you)

…

Fine, I'm kidding alright? Back to Earth now.

He began rummaging his pockets as he talked to me, "Hey, I think I got some gum left. Want any?"

Hey, gum!

"Sure," I nodded back to him as he vigorously began to unzip every pocket in his Bermuda, digging for (MINE) the gum. After awhile, he looked back at me and rubbed his head, "Um, woops. I might have just eaten the last piece, haha…"

You LIE!

"So, you're a new recruit too huh?" he studied me up and down and gave me a cheeky grin, "oh well, I'm still your senior by a nanosecond so you'll call me as such."

"Yeah, like that's gonna happen," I retorted with a smirk, "By the looks of it, I'd say I'm older than you."

"Guess so," the beanie-boy stuck out his hand and smiled, "My name's Kota Fujiki, age 15, nice to meet ya!"

Whoa, that was out of nowhere. Oh well, he seems decent enough, so…

"Ash Shikigami, I'm 17, good to meet you, Kota." He looked a little surprised, but shook my hand anyway.

"Wow, you ARE older than me."

In your face!

"…you're not from Japan are you?"

"Yeah," I replied, "I'm from Singapore. You know, that really small dot at the tip of Asia?" He looked at me with that uncertain out expression of his.

"Singapore? Small dot? I don't think I follow you."

Oh well, might as well start with the top. Or more like a summary.

"You wouldn't know, really. The Aragami wiped it of the face of the earth seven years ago." I shrugged as I gave the detailed explanation of the whole story.

Hey, a summary is cutting short wordiness but maintaining description.

Aren't I great?

"Oh um, I…"

"Stand up!" a much older woman commanded (didn't notice, again). She was dressed in white top down with slightly curled raven coloured hair. She held a clipboard in one hand as she gave us the 'evil eye'. By the looks of it, she's probably a senior. Those super-strong-but-weak-on-inside kinds.

Hey, I just judge what I see from anime's. The both of us leapt up immediately anyway.

"My name is Tsubaki Amamiya, and I'll be your advisor," she introduced. Hey, she's pretty hot, but kinda old maybe, probably late twenties. She went on to say something about going for the medical check up right after this, weapons training and blah blah.

"If you don't want to die due to anything stupid, you would answer everything I say with a yes, understand." Huh? She said something?

"Is that CLEAR!"

"Yes ma'am!" we both answered. Man, she's scarier than my math teacher back in 5th grade.

Except maybe my math teacher wasn't this hot.

"So you," Tsubaki pointed at me, "You'll report to Doctor Paylor Sakaki's room at 1500 hours. Take a look around the facilities till then."

"From now on," she continued, "this will be your new home, the far east Fenrir branch A.K.A The Den. Make sure you pay respect to the members of your team, especially your seniors."

I took a good look around me. I noticed groups of people chatting in corner, a pretty girl with a cute pink hairdo laughing among the guys. The merchant at the side selling out goods and stuff. A hot counter girl. There were even a bunch of experienced looking dudes at the corner of the room getting ready for a mission.

Hey, maybe being a gods eater might just all be worth it. Now, I just hope Kota's got the same idea, being the only one like this can get sucky alone.

Let's just hope food and refreshments here are free, because I'm pretty much broke…

…..

Damn.

I'm hungry.

AAANNNDDD SNAP!

Great job everyone!

Ash: Whew, how'd I do.

Kota: I'd say okay, buddy.

Ash: But really...are the drinks free?

Ignoring them for now, I have FINALLY been able to put uo this GE burst fic that was in M word since...April.

Read and Review pls ^^