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A/N: Just found Haruhiro is a bit OOC, so fixed chapter to better fit his character.
-Chapter 1: Strange Couple-
[Awaken]
A strange voice snapped me from a trance, once I found myself lying on cold stony floors without warning. It's bright, could it be morning already? The sky isn't visible so it was hard to tell, but the walls looked rugged, worn like a natural formed boulders… Is this a cave? I wondered, rubbing my sore back and stiff shoulders. Aren't they supposed to be dark? There was light- multiple blue crystals glowing on cavernous walls.
"Where?"
A soft mutter escaped my cracked lips, as my gaze flew to observe the surroundings; it was a wide corridor, not sure how wide but, 4 buses arranges side by side could definitely fit here. Then dawned confusion on my mind, as I found myself asking- what is a bus again?
The chaotic mess of hurried footsteps brought me back to reality. A twinge in heart turned my gaze to see a forked road, with several shadows approaching from the left corner. Could it be people? I hesitated whether or not to go check. But what if they're not … humans?
Seven figures emerged, with the first three zipping straight to the other corner led by a white blurry streak. The rest halt, turning to me with malicious stares, ones that made my blood froze… four monsters, fierce, red eyed and with drools dripping down the jaws. Each appeared humanoid with a head of a dog. Wh-what? Werewolves!?
"GWAAAAARRRGGHH!"
Alarmed by the snapping jaws, I turned tail and ran through what seemed like an endless road. My heart throbbed in fear, and my legs kicked with vigor- yet the heavy dread weighted down on my shoulders… I felt their gaze, predatory and those snarls breathing in to my neck.
I gave a voiceless scream, in my run for like eternity- yet those growls were closing in, energetic unlike my worn self. Breathing felt hard, and my body weights heavily… as I took a step and tripped, barely halfway through the halls in a chase that lasted less than a minute- then all four beast descend with fangs tearing through flesh.
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Arms… hurts… get away! My leg… no! Let go!
Stop… it hurts… let go!
"GASP!"
Jumping from bed, I stared at both hands… shaking… there was a chilling breeze that blew past by soaked skin, they're everywhere! Bloody fangs grinning… claws shredding… it hurts… breathing hurts… heart pumped furiously, breaths turned to wheezing… Huff… huff… bile rising from throat, urge to vomit grows….stop…
"A-Are you alright?"
A startling voice brought me back, when I noticed- that I wasn't in that cave anymore. My sight made its way to the soft, comfortable feeling of this white bed I was on. Where am I?
Both eyes moved to investigate then shut tight once dizziness became apparent- there was a flower vase placed on a desk next to me, well polished wooden boards covering the floor, and the walls, also lined by wood… is this hospital? Maybe not… something tells me that hospitals are supposed to be… neater than this…
"Hey!" the voice called me again, it felt feminine yet demanding. I ignored the uncomfortable numbness at the legs then opened my eyes… turning to look, only to nearly jump the sight… there, on the couch sat a petite girl with 'twintails'? ... Was that the correct term? Anyway, she looked worried… beside to her, silver haired boy lies sound asleep. Who are they?
A closer look didn't yield any clue of who they are,
So are they strangers… perhaps? But… is this alright?
For her to worry about a guy she may have never met?
Probably... Maybe not…
"You know, you've been tossing and turning since last night."
She wagged her finger, bringing attention to a strange detail… This kid! Just what is she wearing? She's very exposed for her age! … Look at her face… HER FACE! Wait! Her forehead… not the eyes…
"I-I'm fine…" I sighed with a wry smile, surprised that at my still panting lips. Guess what happened must have shaken me up badly. I think.
"Really?" Twin tails' eyes narrowed, causing a cold sweat to drop. Then a moaning voice took our attention, at the recently awakened white haired boy… with… bits… and traces… of
"Sorry!" He flustered, wiping the drool from his lips. Odd. For him to have red eyes and silver hair, an Albino is he? Just Whitey will do… still tempted to call him drools though…
"Did you... save me?" I asked, vaguely recognizing his silver haired form. That seemed to snap him back as he blinked, several times, before leaning on my bed with a relieved smile.
"Thank goodness you're alright!" he sighed, a bit teary eyed- definitely not something you would expect from a guy who wiped out four werewolves in an instant.
Shutting my eyes, I pondered. Just what is this kid? He can't be human, right? but he looked like a nice person. Releasing a tired gasp I've been unknowingly holding, I opened my eyes to find a couple of curious glances sent my way. Oh right! They need a name, probably. Name… what was it again? My mind ran at full speed, ransacking through the muddled memories… then with an uncertain tone, I spoke.
"… I'm Haruhiro…I think" My rough hands rubbed wryly at my neck; it was embarrassing to almost forget one's own name. Yet something felt off, I can't seem to recall anything else other than that.
"You think!? What am I suppose to do with you if you're not even sure of your own name?"
Twin tails placed her hands on her hips, making me gulp with her glare. Whitey tried to calm her down by patting her shoulders. Not working, kid.
"Goddess, I know your worried… b-but… take it easy" even if he said that, Whitey was just as uneasy as well… then with a pout, the girl looked at him then cried. What the, heck?
"I raised you well, yet I'm… I'm such a useless goddess WAAAAHHH…"
…She's called goddess, huh? Could it be, that she's suffering from 8th grade syndr-
*BAAAMM!*
Ow, that hurt….
"What was that for!" I glared at Twins, as Whitey backed away. My eyes winced, as my hand found itself rubbing at the sore spot on my head. Her fist, on the other hand, was raised into the air and bulging with veins…
"You're thinking about something rude aren't you" a scoff from her childish mouth made me flinched… realizing too late… that's she's one scary kid…
The two introduced themselves- Whitey was actually named Bell Cranel, quite girly if you ask me. The Twin tails was called Goddess Hestia, definitely an 8th gra- wait, stop! Don't raise your fist; I'm definitely not making fun of you in my mind this time! Sigh…
I downed a glass of water to calm my nerves… Gulp… the cool sensation sure hits the spot. Gently placing the glass right next to the flower vase, I listened, at the barrage of questions sent my way.
"So on who's Familia are you? Letting someone weak go on the Dungeon alone? Unarmed!?"
"But goddess, he doesn't even have a Falna!"
"That's even worse!"
Dungeon? Like in games? Was that the how the cave was called? Nevermind! Twin tai- Hestia seemed angry for some reason. I know I said it before, but this delu-… delightful kid is scary! Again Cranel tried to calm her down, but appeared just as curious as well... I think…
But they're talking about my family, right?
Now that we think about it, mother… father...
I can't remember their faces. Can't tell their names either,
Not even friends or any memories from childhood
For that matter… then reality sunk in
Loneliness is unsettling
so in truth
I have
…no one…
Neither family nor friends.
"… I don't know…"
I shook head gloomily. They simply opened their mouths to protest but did not say anything. It was weird! Like every time I'm on the verge of remembering something that memory vanishes. As If, a certain force hinders any attempts in ' the more you try the less you know' kind of way.
"I… really… don't know…" I mouthed with cold fingers massaging my throbbing temples in frustration. It's probably amnesia, and they seemed to think the same.
One last sigh, I struggled to raise my heavy body from bed, politely bowing in gratitude. Afterwards, I staggered to leave- only to be stopped by superhuman strength that Cranel is tugging my tattered jerseys with.
"You should get some rest" He whispered worryingly, which I waved off by telling them I'm fine.
"Don't lie to me! I can tell that your eyes look sleepy!" Again, Hestia interrupts and looked me deep into the eye. There I paused… It felt annoying… She glowered and I scowled back, in a staring contest last a couple of minutes. With a fatigued sigh, I groaned.
"…that's just how my eyes always look... not necessarily because I'm sleepy."
With a light push, I got plopped back into the bed. Not really helping my case now, Aren't I?
Thus my tedious life began.