Chapter 1: Action...

So before I hop into this like a hot kid into a pool lets get some things cleaned up an addressed right now. First off let me apologize for this stories neglect, it been a legit year since I looked over this pitiful creature and there is no excuse for it since I was updating my other stories even in the admists of social, economical and family problems. And I know it fucking sucks to be reading a story and an author goes fucking cold turkey out of the blue (and I personally can name a few), so my next thing is this story's "Old back bone" yes it was finished within a journal that much is true, yet let me summarize whether that story was going. "Kouta was found out that Alaa was formerly hunted and bla bla bla, New liminal added to his harem bla bla bla...Lots of sex, bla bla bla...The End" Yeah pretty much into the gutter, so fuck that ending. I want to make something way more meaningful which is why I'm creating an entirely new plot line based solely on Aala and every new and HYPER dangerous liminal Kouta encounters. Speaking of Aala and Himiko don't worry they won't be going anywhere, they will be here for the long haul and play a HUMONGOUS role in this story like they will have some really deep shit going on. And if I do it right a few of you should be crying with empathy for them. Oh and one more thing I will be reinventing Kouta's character so go in pretending that you never seen his name in your life. Okay with that addressed let me ask you one more thing, how do you guys feel about the text art? I kinda like it so if you want I can add one at the end of every chapter for you guys to enjoy, tell me how you feel about it in the reviews.

Sorry about the long ass AN, I hate writing them as much as you probably hate reading them. Now onto the story.

A growling buzz echoed against the egg pale walls, shuttering off every cardinal direction possible. North, East, West and finally settling within the South section of the spacious room. Worming and squirming it's shrieking annoyance into the ears of a fallen form that sank it's way deeper into the mattress, it's lumpy shape indistinguishable as it sought shelter under the amalgamating form of blankets, sheets and covers. All of which hitting the various shades of blue, with the thickest blanket being so deep within the color pallet that it could be mistaken for black to the untrained eye.

And like a predator ambushing prey, a hand shot out from the multitude of blanket layers and beat down on the blaring clock, hitting it several times before tossing the poor object off the marbled counter. Clicking and clattering against the hard bamboo tiled floor, before sliding to a stop whispering stop. Having realized that it may or may not have just broke a 4,928 yen clock, and if the math was correct that was around $45, sighing to itself the unknown form rose shedding its mountain of warmth to retrieve the expensive alarm clock.

The moment his feet hit the floor a shiver ran down his spine.

"C-cold" He chattered as his teeth clicked together, his hair standing on end as goose bumps grew on his arms and legs. With a quick shuffle he picked up the clock, sat it back on it's perched and rush scuttled off to the restroom, and with two or three splashes of hot water. He was awake and stable. Looking in the mirror he took in his features. His wavy black sea of hair, hazel eyes, and shaven smooth face, he was an alright guy with a lean tall build, being easily a foot taller than a majority if his neighbors.

"I can't believe it's been four years since I moved to Japan…" He whispered as he tried to sike himself up for the day. Leaving his bathroom he journeyed through narrow halls, and single set of stairs, through the kitchen. The wood floors creaking ever so often as he stepped upon them, and before he finally slide his way out the door, to lazy to grab shoe on his way out, he marched out barefoot onto the small porch having to shield his eyes for the rising morning sun. Squinting he walk down the path, past the bright flowers in his yard and dew covered green grass, before finally making it to his destination, his mailbox.

And like most normal individuals, he shuffled between the large mass of bill, taxes and junk mail. Looking for some for excitement in the daily morning ritual. But as he shuffled through the mess he didn't notice the small hutched man shuffling towards him with a quaint smile on his face.

"Good Morning, Kouta! How are you?" Shouted the Old man with a bright grin, causing the young man before him to let out a very unmanly shout as he tossed up the mail clearly startled by his neighbors sudden appearance.

"Christ! Mr. Hideyoshi, don't do that you could have given me a heart attack" gasped Kouta as he grabbed onto his chest for emphasize.

"Hehe, don't worry your head boy. You're too young for the that" snickered the old man as he brought up on of his brittle hands to pat Kouta on the back reassure him, "This came for you, I think the mail got mixed up" reaching into his pocket old man, Hideyoshi, pulled out a perfectly creased envelope, the item in question was all white yet had a very interesting seal embroidered upon its surface,if Kouta where to describe it he would say this it's an eye, like the one you tried to draw in 6th grade. And that's what it was but it wasn't alone on the envelope. It was accompanied by the more equal recognizable seal of the Japanese National Diet.

And that scared the ever living shit out of Kouta.

Grabbing the mail, clearly addressed to him. He waved goodbye to Mr. Hideyoshi and darted off like a bat out of hell, tripping over his porch and and steps as he busted through his front door and slamming it shut with such force that the frame shook and whined in stress.

Yet from the yard a hunched Hideyoshi snickered in amusement, "What it means to be young."

With a sweep of his arms, Kouta cleared out his dining room table decorative pieces and fruit went clattering to the floor. Ringing throughout the floor, wall and halls of the home. Yet he didn't stop there he rushed over to his windows, yanking curtains and slamming blinds shut blocking out any sunlight or outside viewers. Successfully sealing himself off from the outside world.

And with his task complete his set the accursed thing, down on his table and stared at the item once again, taking in it's milky white surface golden inlays, shimmering stamp...and that ever so terrifying blue diet symbol. Horror stories and paranoia rose to the forefront of Kouta's mind, stories of how the Diet would send Yakuza letters right before the SFG would show up and eradicate their sect.

Millions, billions of thoughts passed through Kouta's mind onto why he would be contacted by the Diet, until one vivid and very clear memory of his past resurfaced...a time in his that he would clearly like to forget, a period time that made him leave his original home, abandon it. A time that he isn't proud of, even though it did lead to his current financial wealth.

And like many times before this he stood there and faced the thoughts that haunted him, his body locked into place like a spire of salt. His face hardened and cold, his fists balled so tightly that blood seeped between his coiled fingers. His jaw clenched and teeth gritted. Eye winced shut as his world collapsed around him as his mind replayed those voices that shrieked and curled in pain.

And then that voice that robbed him of so many nights of sleep rose to the bubbling surface, "PLEASE! PLEASE! DON'T TAKE HER! TAKE ME INSTEAD! PLEASE!"

With a sheer force of will he yanked himself from that memory, and rushed over to the bathroom to clean himself up, quickly yanking the on faucet on, spilling hot water all over his blood stained hands watching as the crimson liquid pooled into the drain, before flowing down it. Gazing up from the sink he looked into the mirror to be met with bloodshot eyes, and a face glazed with a slight sweat, shaking it of he marched his way back into the kitchen, and snatched the offending letter of the table.

And with a deep breath he steadied himself and torn into it, stripping it of it's formal cover and as he unfolded the message his breath hitched, and hands sweated…

Yet before he could begin even reading the passage, a thundering thud rose from his doorway, and for several seconds he waited, questioning if the sound was real or not. Until it was followed by another thud, this one more desperate and angry. Shoving the letter down unto the table Kouta hardened himself, as he stepped towards his banging door, leaning into the coat rack to lift out a black, weighted and overall dangerous item.

A small Colt 22, an item from his less favorable days bring it to his left side, he thumbed off the safety as positioned himself to face the door and with another calming breath. He peered out the eye hole attempting to get a clear look at the figure standing at the door.

And not to his surprise a government looking woman stood there in front of his door. Wearing a professional looking black suit and a traditional pencil skirt, with nylon stockings covering her legs and black heels. Her eyes covered by black shades, has her hair of the same color cascaded down her shoulders, but what caused Kouta to tense, was the four other females that were with her. Three of which wearing matching yellow uniforms and the other appeared to be naked. He couldn't get a good look at the others but he could see that one of them was clearly armed.

But he didn't get to investigate long as one of the individuals wearing the yellow uniform stepped forward getting larger and larger the closer as (she?) got closer to the door, so the titan lifted up its arm, causing Kouta's eyes to widen as he jumped away from the door as it splintered and exploded into wood chips as the giants fist torn through what was formerly his door.

Diving behind a corner he prepared his weapon and waited…

Silence…

Then a crunch.

His signal, with a turn he fired to shots.

A scream, then a thud and silence.

That's the chapter, so what do you guys think let me know :), I will catch you on the flip side.