Just fair warning: My story is, while related to the overall 'dating' concept of the game, meant for readers whom are not afraid to experience the Huniepop story from an utterly different perspective.
Hi there, before I get to the story I just wanna mention a few things before regarding things like my plot type and such.
First off, for now its rated T. But depending of the story progression it my become M.
Okay so, anyone whose played Huniepop knows that while most of the game tends to lean towards reality with a small touch of fiction, I (with an extremely vivid and overactive imagination) decided to toss that concept right out the window and just blow the whole mystical/supernatural part way out of left field.
I personally excel at this type of 'genre' so I figured since this is my first story I'd dive in with a splash.
I've read a few Huniepop stories posted by others and realized that not a single one had a route involving Kyanna. So I figured since we've got plenty of Audrey and Tiffany based stories and because Kyanna is my favorite; why not be the first one to post a story involving Kyanna.
Okay, one last thing before we start; as stated earlier I've an extremely overactive imagination and since my specialty is fantasy/fiction, I'm gonna involve a few characters that are no where near being relative to the game itself and that these characters are unique on a level that makes even Kyu, Celeste, Momo, and Venus look... human.
Ch.1 What I Am...
As a collage of painful memories cascaded before his eyes, Cross Infinitus reached out towards one such vision of an older woman falling to the ground, the handle of a small dagger protruding from her torso, but just as he was about to embrace this phantom woman, the pain of heartbreak overwhelmed his senses to the very center and darkness enveloped his vision.
Moments later, the light of day sent a momentarily searing pain through the back of Cross' eyes; as he winced and shielded his eyes with his right arm, his eyes began to adjust to the light of that mid-Spring day. Slowly lowering his arm till the back of his right hand rested on his slightly aching forehead, the twenty four year old Mexican-American sighed a breathe filled with both relief and a heavy tone of heartache.
"A dream," he muttered softly, the images of his nightmare burned deep into both his mind and his heart. As Cross wallowed in his misery for a moment, a few quick glances to his left and right revealed his was lying on his back beneath the shade of a tree and in the middle of patch of scorched grass. Pausing for a moment to gather his thoughts, Cross closed his eyes as he tried, with little success, to look pass his painful visions of the recent past and figure out exactly how he ended up in the middle of circle of scorched earth. As he pondered this, faint recollections of a confrontation between himself and two other men, both of whom he was fairly acquainted with, flashed before his mental eyes like a bombardment of paparazzi flashes. "Yeah, that's right," Cross said slowly opening his eyes as he dropped his arm to his side, "I fought Chris and Michael when they tried to stop me."
Just as the last words slipped passed his lips, the face of a small child appeared from the direction above Cross' head, giving the small child the appearance of being upside down. "Bir-ty!" cried the child with an obvious tone of childish glee. "'Birdie'? Does this kid mean me?" Cross thought to himself and he momentarily contemplated the meaning behind the child's misspoken word.
"Bir-ty, bir-ty!" squealed the child excitedly as he clapped his hands together repeatedly. Crossed paused for a second, then slowed sat up and turned his body to face the child properly, "Birdie, huh? Now that I think about it, Chris did mention that small children are more spiritually pure than their elders, so it's not exactly uncommon for them to see things older people can't." Cross leaned forward and quietly asked the child, "You can see them, can't you?" The small child laughed playfully and clapped his hands together in utter glee; for a moment Cross almost believed that the child in front of him, no more than a year old at best, could actually understand what he was asking him. Of course such a thing was absolutely ludicrous. As Cross examined the child closer, he came to the conclusion that, based on his white and blue sailor outfit and his boyish haircut, the child was a boy.
"Alright little man, what are you doing here in the middle of this place all by yourself?" Cross asked rhetorically as he saw no one else around but the boy sitting in front of him. Cross slowly got to his feet and, placing his hands gently around the little boy's sides, lifted him off the ground and gently carried him on his left arm. It was then Cross noticed that there was something stitched onto the shirt of the boy's sailor uniform: Philip.
"Philip, huh? Is that your name?" Cross asked the boy half seriously, half playfully, "Well, Philip, you can call me Cross. Or at least you can, once you learn how to talk in complete sentences." Philip squealed joyfully at Cross' statement, oblivious to its entire meaning. Cross smiled softly at Philip and shifted his arm beneath the smiling child, while he wrapped wrapped his other arm around Philip's side and placed his hand gently on his back, securing the little child in his embrace. "Okay then, lets go find you're mommy and daddy," Cross said as he walked out from beneath the tree's shade and into the light of day, the small child cooing happily in his arms.
Realizing that Philip couldn't have waddled far on his own, Cross figured the boy's parents had to be somewhere in the immediate area; as the two left the shade of the grove of trees Cross took a moment to examine his surrounding. Judging by the number of wooden benches, covered trashcans, fences lining the edges of the cement paths, and the relatively large water fountain in the middle of an even larger clearing, Cross made a seemingly accurate presumption that he woke up in the middle of a park, or something remotely similar. Despite the fact that it appeared to be a little past high noon, the park was completely empty, no joggers, no other children, and apparently no families that had noticed they were at least one member short! "Seriously, what kind of slack-jawed moron doesn't even realize his kid is missing?!" Cross barked out loud, a genuine ring of surprise, shock, annoyance and disappointment dripping from tone; Philip, on the other hand, found some sort of humor in his escort's outburst, the child's innocence being the main reason behind this.
At that moment, Cross heard the faint shouting a woman nearby; considering that he couldn't make out what the shouting was, he figured she wasn't that close by. Though considering he didn't have a good bearing of his current location he figured finding someone was better than finding no one at all. So, Cross shifted his arms securely around Philip and made for the direction of the woman's shouting, his pace a little faster than it was moments ago. After about 2 or 3 minutes of walking brisk-fully down one of the parks pathways, Cross began to steadily make out the words being shouted. After about another minute of walking, Cross rounded the corner and came to a sudden stop; standing a good twenty or thirty feet away from him was a young woman who appeared to be looking for something frantically. She appeared to be relatively young, about 21 years old, she had long black hair that extended down to her hips which were covered by a pair of short navy blue pants. As the young woman turned about, Cross noticed she was also wearing a pale blue tank top with darker blue horizontal stripes; for the record this only bears mentioning since rather than the girl's clothes, Cross' attention was immediately drawn to her immaculate, curvaceous build, or more preciously her large bust. "Whoa, her's are huge!" Cross impulsively stated out loud, followed immediately by a quick scan of his immediate surroundings as to make sure no one heard him. Cross quickly cleared his throat, turned his head towards Philip and said, "Okay, little man, play it cool and we just may call it even for me helping you find your folks." Moments after Cross finished his childish statement, little Philip smiled, leaned forward with his arms stretched towards the young woman and happily cooed, "Ma...ma!"
"MAMA!?" Cross croaked in genuine shock, "that's your mama?" An air of disappointment suddenly fell on Cross' head as he almost considered praying that the kid was wrong. As Philip excitement began to get the better of him, Cross quickly set the toddler on his feet and followed closely behind him as he waddled towards his apparent parent; quickly approaching the young lady, Philip instinctively reached out and grabbed her by the hem of her pants causing her to turn and meet his gaze.
"PHILIP!" cried the young lady as she quickly knelt down and embraced the little boy at near break-neck speed, "Oh my God, baby, don't you ever scare me like that again!" She pulled herself back a few inches and, looking into the eyes of the clueless toddler began to cry, "Oh sweet heart, I thought I lost you. Please don't ever do that again!"
"So, she is your mother, huh?" Cross stated aloud as he walked up behind Philip, all the while hoping his apparent disappointment wasn't too obvious. Philip turned around to face his escort only to quickly run up to him and wrap his arms around Cross' left leg. His mother, in the mean time, stood up and paused for a moment as she processed the image of her one year old son hugging a stranger she was certain neither she nor he had ever met before. "Umm, are you the one who found my son?" she asked Cross, traces of suspicion and concern were obviously present in her tone. Cross turned his gaze from the toddler at his feet to the mother in front of him, "ah, yes; well to be more precise, it was he who found me, actually."
It was at that moment that Cross was able to get a good look at the young lady; she was certainly young for a mother, younger then himself by the looks of it, and perhaps because of this it became more apparent to Cross just how attractive the young mother was. Her dark bronze complexion stood out in contrast to the broad white stripes of her tank top which, once again, Cross almost instinctively took notice of her impressive endowment. More than that though, Cross quickly took note of her beautifully toned legs finished off with a pair of sandal clogs; while admittedly the young man was far more preferential to a woman's 'upper body' than he was of her lower half, he couldn't help but let himself be mesmerized by the young woman's gorgeous hourglass figure whom one might have honestly thought was crafted by a master sculptor. Quickly pulling himself back to reality, Cross exchanged a quick glance with the mother's violet eyes before uncharacteristically turning his gaze away in embarrassment. "Umm, well, I'm glad I was able to help so...," Cross paused awkwardly. This was unusual for him, it's wasn't like he was inexperienced when it came to dealing with women, he was aware he had done his fair share of courting in the past couple of years, so why was he feeling this awkward in front a girl who was three or four years younger than him.
Be it woman's intuition or the man's poor ability at masking his embarrassment, she noticed his moment of weakness and let out a soft giggle before taking two steps towards Cross and extending her hand, "Thanks for finding my little Philip. He can be a handful sometimes but he's my whole world, ya know?" Cross smiled and shook the young lady's hand, "no problem at all, I'm glad I could help. By the way, my name's Cross, please to meet you."
"Nice to meet you, Cross. My name's Kyanna, Kyanna Delrio."
At that moment, before either of them could exchange another word, "Hey babe, so you found the little brat, huh?" Walking up from the opposite direction were three young men around Cross' age; the first was a scrawny runt of man who, for a second, Cross was sure to fly away with a strong gust of wind. The second man, standing to the left of the skinny guy was literally the complete opposite of the first, boasting the physic of an experienced bodybuilder, he certainly gave the impression he could hold his own when came to challenges of strength, though since it was he that had just called Philip a 'brat', Cross suddenly felt a twinge of animosity towards him. As for the third man, he was a rather stout man whom, at first glance, had more fat than muscle, but years of experience as well as numerous "less than normal" situations had taught Cross to know better than to let appearances fool him.
Kyanna turned at gave the second man an irritated scowl, "My son is NOT a brat! And don't call me 'babe', you and I are nowhere near that close; and personally, I don't intend to ever let it get to that point!" Needless to say, the second man didn't appreciate being disrespected in front of friends, especially be a woman, "Heh, god babe, you're lucky you're hot cause if you weren't..." "You'd what?" asked Kyanna, clearly not intimidated by the fool's chauvinistic behavior. Cross had warning bells going off in his head, it was a sense he had honed from years of combat training; despite his age, Cross had experienced more in the last nine years of his life than most veteran soldiers would experience in a lifetime combined. "You know what girl? Your body maybe banging but your mouth needs a little work, allow me to start you off," growled the second man as he stepped up to Kyanna with his fist raised.
As Kyanna instinctively shielded her face, Cross rushed pass her with what was clearly an inhuman rate of speed. As Cross stepped in front of Kyanna to protect her, his years of combat experience instinctively kicked in; with a swipe of his hand the bodybuilder's incoming fist was slapped to the side leaving him wide open to a vicious roundhouse kick to the side of his face. As he was kicked to the side, it was obvious it was taking everything he had just to stay conscience, let alone standing, "you... you... who the hell are you?" "Depends on who you ask," Cross sarcastically replied, "Some call me an Anomaly. Others call me a Champion. Soulless, monster, abomination, it doesn't matter. Either way, I don't like cockroaches who think they've the right to hit a woman, especially a mother." Another skill Cross had developed over the years were the necessary skills to psychologically intimidate his opponents, even by just looking at them in a certain way enabled him to resolved conflicts without the need for physical violence. Of course, there were only two types of people these techniques has less effect on: the foolish and the arrogant. Unfortunately, the three standing in front of him now where prime examples of both; seeing their friend get knocked to the side as easily as he was, the other two rushed at Cross howling like animals. Cross knew better than to panic, panicking made room for errors and mistakes, and for people like Cross, either of the two were life threatening.
As the two howling loons rushed at Cross with utter recklessness, Cross easily bested the both of them with an equal display of skill and strength. First, he knocked out the scrawny guy by clothes lining him at the neck; and for the stout man, Cross tripped him and caused him to land right on top of the scrawny guy then proceeded to knock the stout man out with a powerful axe kick to the back of his head. Kyanna was stunned, as she held Philip tightly in her embrace, she was mesmerized by this stranger's capability,in less than two minutes he had protected her and her son by suppressing two people and nearly knocking out the third. "Y-you! You think you're tough shit huh?" cried the second as he pulled out pistol from his side pocket and trained it on Cross. Kyanna screamed and turned, using her body as a shield to protect her little boy, while Cross instinctively rushed at the fool with nigh-inhuman speed. In a split second, Cross had wrapped his arms around the body builder's and with two pulls and a twist, disarmed him; Cross then struck him in the throat with his fist which brought the muscle bound moron to his knees. Kyanna slowly turned and faced the direction of the two men, all the while maintaining her coverage of her son.
Having been brought to his knees the fool looked up at Cross with an expression Cross had come to indulge himself in: fear. "What are you man?" he whimpered, but for those precious seconds that felt like an eternity Cross said nothing, instead Cross placed his hand atop the man's head and a surge of light pierced through the kneeling man's eyes. Kyanna looked on, burning the image of this into her eyes. And as the light faded from the man's head, so did his life; and what stood standing over his now lifeless body was a young man of about 24 years old with a pair of majestic black wings protruding from his back. "Depends on who you ask," Cross stated to the life husk, "some call me an Anomaly. Others call me a Champion. But know that I think about it, an Angel of Darkness is accurate as it gets."
To be continued.