Chapter 1
AN: Keep in mind that this is my first fanfiction, so please forgive me for any errors that may occur.
I do not own anything other than my OC and my idea for this story.
Chapter One: Resurgence
A wise man once said that those who have power are destined for everlasting suffering. In nature, beings with power attract other beings of equal-if not-greater power. These beings are destined to fight and die, forever in a cycle of pain and bloodshed.
Every once in a while, one creature comes on top, breaking all expectations and takes the mantle of Most Powerful. This being is a monster. Soon enough this monster will become the pariah and will be hunted for either it's power or its head. Then the cycle will continue once again….
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Drip…drip…drip…
A constant downpour of life-giving liquid drizzled downwards onto the streets of a small town in Japan. It was as if the sky felt sorrow, for the ground was too dry. A young boy laid on the cold, unforgiving ground of a dark alley. The ground was soaked with a vile mix of mud, rain, and blood.
'Blood?', half-lidded eyes stared across the ground that laid before them. Dull, pupil-less, grey eyes then slowly gazed on the trail of blood to it's source. 'My blood?', the young boy, using the little bit of strength his body had, lifted his upper body up until he was on his knees.
After a small bout of dizziness he finally took the time to analyze his condition, 'Multiple lacerations ranging from both minor to severe on legs, arms, back, torso, and face. All of my ribs are either cracked or broken,' he touched his back with his one good arm, 'Ugh, spinal cord is nearly severed by the cut that went the deepest. The ligaments in my left arm are torn, it's useless now.' He raised his right hand to his head, where he can feel his blood trailing down from beyond his forehead and in his scalp, 'Skull cracked open slightly, bouts of dizziness most likely from brain hemorrhaging.'
He paused in his inspection to take in his surroundings, 'How did I get here?...Where even is 'here'?', he brought up his only good hand into his vision, not all that surprised that it was coated in dirt and blood, 'Better question, how am I even alive?'
He didn't understand, with this much damage done to him, why wasn't he howling in agony? Instead, he only felt a dull, throbbing ache. How hasn't he already bled out? How was he even able to feel everything below his waist with a nearly severed spine? What could have done this to him?
"Ugh!" 'That doesn't matter right now,' the young boy shakily got to his feet, 'I have to find someplace to recover.'
Each step he took caused his vision to shake and his body to grow weaker. Signs of the hemorrhaging getting worse as he exerted his nearly broken body to the alley way exit. Just as he reached the opening, his body finally gave out on him.
'Damn! I don't think I'm going to make it-', his thoughts ceased as he finally succumbed to unconsciousness.
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'I wonder what Mommy's gonna make for dinner tonight?', a young and innocent Takeru Oyama thought as he walked home with his mom down the sidewalk in the heavy rain. He was especially glad he got to see Haruko again at practice today. His mom saw the blush that appeared on his face and smiled mischievously.
"Hmm~, Takeru, what's that blush you have on your face for, huh?", she leaned closer to him to get a better look on his face, "Is it that you're thinking about little Haruko again?" She pulled on his cheek a little bit.
"Huh?! Ew! No, she's just my friend! There's no way I'll think of her like that!", Takeru crossed his arms, looking away in a huff, "I still think girls are gross!"
'If you're going to be anything like your father when he was younger, you won't be thinking like that for long~.', Atsuma giggled to herself as she kept one hand on the umbrella and placed the other on her cheek, "Ah~! To be so young and in love! To think that you've already started favoring older women as well…"
"MOM!"
Their playful moment was put to an abrupt end when they both heard a wet, slap of flesh on concrete. Their attention was brought to a heavily injured young boy that had just collapsed on the sidewalk outside of an alley. The boy looked like he had just come out of a blender; he had no shirt and what was left of his pants was only enough to protect his modesty.
And the blood….
'S...so much blood. How could this have happened?!' With widened, frantic eyes Atsuma's maternal instincts took over. She spun on her heel and kneeled down in front of Takeru at such a speed that blinking would have caused an observer to miss the movement.
She took hold of Takeru by the shoulders with a tight grip, forcing him to look at only her, "Takeru! Takeru, look at me-Takeru! Eyes right here, okay?" After getting his attention, she brought her voice down to a calm tone, "Okay Takeru, I'm going to need you to turn around while I make sure that boy's going to be alright, understand?" Takeru shakily nodded his head, worrying her a bit, 'He must be in shock from just seeing such a gruesome scene.'
With Takeru taken care of, Atsuma handed the umbrella to him as she ran to the unconscious boy. As she turned the boy's body over she felt the cold rain soak through her clothing. She placed two fingers to the boy's neck…and waited…
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…bu-dump…
Atsuma's eyes widened as she bore witness to a miracle.
To be continued….
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AN: Well, ladies and gentlemen, this the end to the first chapter and I've got to say: I really don't know how many words are in this chapter. I'm using Microsoft Word on my tablet and for some reason it doesn't have a word counter.
As you can tell, this is my very first fanfiction and I would like to think that I started well. I do not have a beta, but, I would like to have a person to fix any errors or holes that pop up. It would also help to have someone that knows lore on things and to spin ideas for the stories I make off of.
So, like for any other story: please leave a review if you feel the need to. Constructive criticism is always welcome. Flames will be ignored. And please, whatever you do, DON'T lie to me.
