"Fu-fufufufu" a masculine voice cackles as two shadowed figures stand looking into a raised platform in front of them. The platform had moving pictures on thousands upon thousands of people, as if a camera were on whom they were viewing, "Ahhhh I know what we should do with these people who wish death." The voice that cackled said. The shadowed figure rose his hands, and created a pinching motion with them. As if reacting to his movements, one of the smaller screens grew larger, focusing on a young boy in a dark room.

There a boy sat upon a bed looking at the ground, blood drops hit the wooden floorboards, along with a single bloody razor blade, "Why do I even bother? My parents are never home, I have no friends, no reason to get up..." The boy mumbled to himself while sniffling, "I could die today and not a soul would miss me. No one would even notice I was dead, they would continue going about their daily lives and nothing would change." He continued, completely convinced that his life didn't matter at all.

"Oh?" a faint whisper echoed from the boys room, too faint to be understood yet just loud enough that the boy raised his head and looked around to see if anyone was there. He walked to his door and peered outside into the next room which was the only one that separated the visible door to the outside on the exact opposite wall, and a door on the wall to his left which was open. The entire place was dark, dimly lit from the light that spilled out from his room. He thought he was the only one home.

He closed his door and sighed, "I swear I heard something." He told himself as he turned off the light then sat upon the bed. He reached out for his nightstand and pulled on the drawer handle, there sat an uncountable amount of large sized bandaids still in their wrappers. Pulling one out he opened it and applied it to the bleeding wrist, then promptly closed the drawer and laid his head on the pillow. "If only there were somewhere I could go that I feel as though I actually mattered. I wish I could go somewhere, a place where I could become a strong person and be something...make a difference in the world." He said aloud as he closed his eyes drifting to sleep.

He felt blinded out of nowhere while he slept. It was suddenly very bright beyond his eye lids. He shielded his face with his arm, "Why did you wake me-" He paused, barely opening one of his eyelids to see he was in the middle of a town he had never seen before staring at a big blue sky beyond his arm. He quickly jolted up from his laying position to see what seemed to be tens of thousands of people lying down around him. Each person he looked over slowly began to come to the same realization as the boy. They were no longer home.

He quickly got on his feet and looked around. Noticing two giant people sitting in the sky. The first he noticed was a man adorned in a yellow kimono with a giant spear resting across his legs. The other was a woman in a white Kimono, her legs angled to one side as she sat directly next to the man. Once everyone stood up, so too did the Giant Man in the sky. "I am Izanagi, the God of Creation. Izanami and I have created a world to give you what you want!" His voice boomed, echoing through the ears of each of the people who stared in awe of the two floating beings. "Enjoy." It was the last word stated as the two suddenly vanished,leaving thousands standing there with fear, doubt, and worry taking over their minds.