Hellos again! So this is a fanfic I made but started posting through MCL first but thought 'some people who may not have MCL won't be able to see it' so, here it is again. The only OCs I have in this is Aya and Jun that will appear later on. I don't own the original MCL characters and only own this story. Enjoy~
Hi. My name is Aya Hiro, a 16-year-old girl living on an island off the coast of the Sylvani Country. Currently, there is a war between the Sylvani and Otarian Countries, which in fact lasted about 6 years now. To begin with my family was already at the brink of separation with my mother and father arguing constantly every time they meet so my older brother, Jun, and I stuck together like glue when we were young with an unbreakable bond. Well, at least until our parents divorced and I had to follow my mother and Jun went with my father and once the war started, I completely lost contact with Jun.
Oh, and I am of average height with sleek and shiny black hair with a pair of blue eyes, clear as the sky. My favourite outfits included a plaid shirt with the sleeves folded to below the elbow, black skinny jeans, sneakers and a hoodie tied to my waist.
Mom works at a grocery store and I go to Sweet Amoris High. I also worked a side job as a thief that completed commission jobs for the rich and the famous that have an item they desired but was out of their reach. Both Jun and I was gifted with flexibility and used to go to Aikido, Kendo, Tae kwon do, gymnastics, and karate. Now, I didn't go to any of them since I learned most, if not all I needed. With that skill and some weapons skills I learned from a private teacher, I was now one of the most famous thieves in all of the Sylvani Country, earning the name 'Kuroneko' (black cat) since I worked mostly at night. I was commissioned by many and stole things like jewels and documents. Basically, if my client can give me a visual and a place, I could steal the item no problem. I learned hacking and the like to help me with it all too.
One day, our island's emergency bomb raid sounded and everyone did as they were taught and evacuated from the streets to the buildings nearby. My mom and I were in a café having dinner that was near the harbor and the bluestone ridge at the time when the siren went off. Many people were forcing their way in and a little girl about the age of 8 was pushed in, separated from her mother and was crying alone without anyone's care as they were all worried about their own safety and running to hide under tables or whatever they could fit under. I ran over and brought her over to my mom and my table and crouched under it as I held her head protecting her. My mother hid as did every one else while the first tremor came. The little girl started to scream and I tried my best to calm her down, though I already knew the Otarian Country was already invading.
A few more explosions happened nearby and the windows of the café shattered, blowing shards of glass at us. My back was to the windows and I was sure I got a few cuts at least. We were thankfully not in the area where the bombs hit directly so we were only injured slightly, well, that's what we thought before we heard footsteps and rapid gunshots. The little girl was shaking and in panic as the men with guns walked by shooting around the ceiling of the café. It seemed they intended to scared us and threaten the Sylvani with some deaths by bombs. They wanted to cause as little casualties as possible with the exception of using air raid. Some stray bullets hit a few people and luckily I was not hit.
When they left, I looked around and saw many people with cuts for the glass or screaming in pain of being shot. I was grazed by a bullet on my left arm and had cuts on my back and right cheek but all in all alive and kicking. My mom and the little girl were fine too, so for that I was glad, though I can't say the same for the other people who were shot or badly injured. I was mad at the Otarian for killing my people but I was also mad at how the Sylvani killed people as well. Rather, in general, I just plain old hated this war.
I got up and gave out Band-Aids I kept in my cross chest bag that resembled a laptop bag. I gave they all out to those who needed them the most, leaving my own injuries as they were minor. In my bag, I had Band-Aids for emergencies, throwing knives, my cellphone, my laptop and a few other items. I originally had a meeting after dinner to meet with my next client but seeing the condition of the city, I doubt my client will want to meet with me today. After attending to the people in the café, I slung my bag into place, across my right shoulder as the bag was to my left, to go to Bluestone Ridge in hopes to get a glance at the ships and planes that did the damage to my favourite city.
Bluestone Ridge had a perfect view of the sea with a tree at the top were you could lay under on a sunny day and pass the time looking at clouds, which I normally did. I watched the ships leave as I glared in their direction, the Otarian Country. As I walked back to go to the café I heard a scream from the café and I raced back. I was suddenly stopped in my tracks by a group of guys.
"Well, well, what do we have here? A girl brave enough to come out so soon?" spoke a distinctive red head. I glared at this unknown man while the other guys stared at me with emotionless or hungry eyes.
Little did I know, this was the start of a very exhausting adventure.
Whew. So, how was that? I had quite a bit of info to get across so the rest of the story makes sense so I hope I didn't force too much on you. Please R&R. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated! :D