(You know, this was posted, assuming that it's the 21st of December for the SOSS members in Murica… But now, I'm not so sure that it is.
I should know if it is, or not, by now. Really.)
I apologize to anyone and everyone; I thought that after high-school, life would get slightly less busy, buuut apparently that's not the case XD
Also, my earlier comment of 'writing professionally' is inert; Fanfiction has decided to disallow indents and such X'D
Anyway, this is my first entry in the aforementioned Shibuya Operation – Story Storm, or SOSS, if you prefer :P
I hope you enjoy it, but whether you do or not, you should definitely check out the other entries at the Shibuya Operation - Story Storm Community; they are most likely more intelligible than mine.
Happy reading!
Note: I planned to write this after a certain point in X Days, so I recommend, (key word. 'Recommend'.) That you read up to Chapter VII – Third Time's the Charm, (which is up, right now,) before reading this.
Oh, you- you don't want to…?
Mngh… Iduncare… Iduncareabit…
*Cries*
Prologue
Player Side
Rain.
What does rain mean to you?
Mere droves of water, cleaning the slate for the future? Or a gloomy affair, that dampens your spirits, as well as your clothes? Slightly more unassuming: A simple hail of Dihydrogen Monoxide, perhaps?
For me… Rain was the beginning of the end. A prophesy, foretelling the calamity to come. It was raining when I died.
I didn't realize what it meant, however… Before it was too late. That's why I carried the Sigil on my back. The Mark.
I am the reason that Shibuya fell to ruin.
I would introduce myself, but unfortunately… I don't know my real name. For now… You may call me 'Katy'. It's what I've always gone by, regardless of how 'real' it is.
I am Katy… And this is the story of how I killed the Composer.
Reaper Side
Step…
Step…
Step…
"He's here… Finally." A young Reaper, Persian, ran a hand through his hair, as he watched the hooded man climb the stairs.
Isshin Genkata – The Rook.
Step…
Step…
Step…
"I have to say, this 'plan' of yours seems rather far-fetched… But I'll follow you to the end, 'Boss'." An androgynous male with platinum blond hair smirked, and crossed his arms.
J*** S******* – The Knight.
Step…
Step…
Step…
"Don't' waste your energy chattering…" A nearby woman, her form obscured by shadow, spoke in a low voice. "Try taking this a bit more seriously, for a change."
N***** N******* – The Bishop.
Step…
Step…
Step…
"Sir, are you sure you're fully rested…?" A different woman, dressed in a white kimono and red hakama, addressed the man climbing the stairs. "There is always the next Game…"
J****** X***** – The Queen.
After what seemed an eternity, the hooded man reached the top of the stairs; at it, laid an ornate, white marble throne. Taking his place, the man removed his hood, and spoke to his companions.
"My comrades… I realize that we have prepared ourselves for this day… But with our goal so close to being within our grasp, even as I feel the first tremors of excitement, I must remind you all, to exercise constant vigilance." Swishing a pitch-black Pin through the air, the man produced an intricately-carved chess-set, made of a similar, marble substance. "We have five targets." He moved his hands, placing white chess Pieces in a cross formation, on the board. "Rook: Daisukenjo Bito. Knight: Shiki Misaki. Bishop: Raimu Bito. Queen: Yoshiya Kiryu. King…" He paused. "I fear we face a considerable adversary here, my friends. Someone has been watching us. He knows that we are coming." In a moment of sombreness, the man stood. In his hand, he held up the White King Piece. "The Fallen Angel, Sanae Hanekoma, takes priority, being their King… However…" He laid the Piece in the centre of the board, so that it was surrounded by all of the others. "There is one more, that I consider a threat…" The man's hand slowly went to his cloak, and drew out a second White Queen. "The once, and future, Proxy. Neku Sakuraba."
Goumaki Mushin – The King.
Mushin raised his head, and threw his fellow Reapers a smirk.
"Not to worry…" He drew out a Black King Piece, as the others held up their own Pieces, in recognition. "Even without a Promotion on our side, it's still far too early…" Suddenly, Mushin ferociously slammed his Black King Piece onto the White King, knocking it over. "… For a Checkmate."
Okay. So.
It's short. Yes.
Also, I've blanked out some names.
Because they haven't been introduced, yet.
Not sure if I'll change that...Anyway, if you could tell me what you thought, I'd really appreciate it if you left a quick Review, (it only takes a moment,) despite me, personally, having several Reviews to follow up on, which I have neglected to do, because my Internet's down, and life, and… Ugghhh...
Anyway, again, definitely check out the other entries in Shibuya Operation – Story Storm, it's a follow up, (of sorts,) to The Twelve Shots of Summer, which was hosted by the vastly more competent Chronic Guardian. We're going to be posting a chapter per week, aaand… It's all going to go smoothly, I hope XD
I'll see you later, or something!
-X
