So, I just want to say that this is my first fanfic, and I don't have access to a computer with a fully functional keyboard at my house. I get access to one maybe 3 days a week. I do however have access to a phone, so I can reply or post stuff through it if necessary. So, updates are going to be slow, and I also have horrible issues with being motivated. I'm posting this mainly to just get it out there for now, and I hope that if by some miracle it's liked, I don't disappoint anyone.

This is completely unbetaed for now. I'm not sure if I'll continue it, and I may wind up scrapping it, and starting over with a different beginning, cause this one feels…. not right. I'm just that finicky.

Any and all comments are welcomed with open arms. Bad, good, neutral- whatever. I failed my junior English class and somehow managed to graduate without winding up in summer school purely through test scores and last minute completed homework if that says anything. If you want more stories about how unmotivated and apathetic I am, I have an abundance of stories that I have no reservations about sharing. I can easily erase all the quotes from my bio to make it easier for you to actually look at my stuff too.

This is short, because I have to post it due to the computer I'm currently on. Can't exactly save it for later right now without a Flash drive. I must search the unseen reaches of my room for one.

Disclaimer: Whatever you recognize from somewhere else is not mine. I'm a recluse with one meme (posted anonymously) to my name.

In this world, power meant freedom.

Nothing else could assure freedom like power. Power however, could be a great many things, each with their own value and limit. Power could be the combination of looks, information, physical strength, intelligence, virtue, reputation, heart, physique, and so many more. To achieve power, one has to be willing to work hard. Rarely is power passed down due to connections, for one reason, and one reason only. This world is run by a militaristic mindset.

I suppose the sum of power was the same in my old world, except everything held a different value. Looks could move you up the ladder of power without any effort on one's part, and you could easily secure a position of unimaginable wealth, simply by existing.

Here though, while that does happen, it is so much more rare. At least, to my eyes it is. Because when I look up at the stone faces watching over us, and hear the words that come from others, the thing that everyone mentions first… is how strong they were.

My name is Atsumi Hikaru, and I want to be free.

Atsumi- essentially means to be thick, stubborn, unyielding

Hikaru- Shining brilliance