Fibfi-Chan: HEYY! WHAT IS UP!
Deke: WE'RE BACK!
Masquerade: AND HAVE A NEW STORY!
Angel: YAYZ!
Blank: AN I GET TO WRITE THE WHOLE THING!
Fibfi-Chan, Deke, Angel & Masqerade: -silent-
Blank: …what?
Angel: No offense or anything Blank, but, your writing is just…
Fibfi-Chan: To put it bluntly…
Masquerade: And without hurting your feelings…
Deke: Its horrifying.
Blank: …cool!
Angel: …well…you took that better than I expected.
Masquerade: Yeah…you did.
Fibfi-Chan: I thought youd get all mad again…
Deke: Yeah, lets go bake some stuff for the reviewers!
Fibfi-Chan, Masquerade & Angel: Okay~
Deke, Fibfi-Chan, Angel & Masquerade: -all skip off to the kitchen-
Blank: …well…read it. It's actually pretty cool. –walks off to the kitchen to help bake-
The Coffee Shop was empty today, although I don't know why, and I don't really care. I was bordly leaning on the counter waiting for a customer as I looked out the window, taking in the blaring music of the clubs next store and the people walking down the sidewalk.
I sighed. I don't belong here. I knew that. My boss's knew that. My customers knew that. Everyone knew that. But, if I didn't belong here…where did I belong?
I betrayed my friends and family. I killed off one of our own. I'm a traitor. But…the need for blood shed overwhelmed me. I couldn't do anything about it.
I knew I was going to lose it earlier that day. I could tell, and so could everyone else. Whenever one of us lost control due to the impulses, we always worked together, used one of Komui's crazy inventions, and fixed the one that went berserk.
But, that wasn't the case with me, no, not. At. All. They didn't have the right equipment with them at the time to stop it from happening, and I didn't have the control to stop myself. That's why he's dead. Gone. Forever. Not that anyone cared.
My names Kanda Yu, and welcome to my Hell. Literally. To a Demon, everywhere is Hell. There were once two sides to the war, the Noah Clan, and the Black Order, but now, I'm making up the Third side. I like to call it; The Second.
It's just something to give us Demon's that screwed up big time a second chance, to fix our failures and have somewhere to go. Right now, I'm the only one in it. There was someone else in it too last month. He was a Demon, just like me. But now, he's gone. We got into a huge fight to the death and I won. To bad his soul won't rest in peace. Whenever us Demons kill someone, we eat their soul. And when we do that, we level up. It's a simple concept, really. But, we have the choice to let their soul live and not be devoured and stuck inside us, fully helpless and disappearing forever, or to just eat the poor thing and level up.
Like I said earlier, there's a war going on, and has been going on ever since the Earth was created.
So far, here's who was all on each side;
Black Order: Allen Walker, Lavi Bookman Jr, Lenalee Lee, Komui Lee, Arystar Kroy The Third, Klaud Nine, Kevin Yeegar, Suman Dark, Cross Marian, Daysia Berry, Noise Marie, Froi Tiedoll, Tevak, Mardaro, Kiredori, Koushi, Tokusa, Sokalo Winters, Timothy Hearst, Chaoji Han, Reever Whenham, Howard Link, Johnny Gil, Bookman, Miranda Lotto, Tap Dop, Renee Epstine, and Bak Chan.
Noah Clan: Millineum Earl, Rhode Kamelot, Tyki Mikk, Wisley, Debbit and Jasdero, Neah, Joyd, Lulubell, Desires, Skin Boric, Sheryl Kamelot, Fiddler, Mercym, and Mightra.
Not that many people, really. But, when you're in a war like this one, even five people is a good amount.
So, you're probably wondering why there's a war going on. It's reason is the same reason for every other war there is, control.
Personally, I didn't want to be in the war, I still don't. I was forced into it by our leader, Malcolm C. Leverrire. Yeah, notice the word 'erri' in his name. It sounds like 'eerie' and, it fully describes him. Although, I think that his name would suite him better if it was Hitler. Actually, it'd be an improvement. He's got the mustache for it. And the face. And the hair…and pretty much everything about him is identical to Hitler.
And I would know that since I knew Hitler back before he commited suicide. You see, Demons are much stronger and much more insane than humans, and we also have much much, MUCH, longer life spans than humans.
Now, don't go thinking that we're like walking statues, can sparkle in the sunlight, that we drink blood from animals, and that we are the most attractive things known to man like those gay Farie's from Twilight. I mean really, what type of vampires sparkle? Really?
We may not be those gay Farie's, but us Demon's are still awesome. We don't drink animal blood, we drink human blood to repress our urges to cause blood shed. We don't turn to dust or sparkle in the sunlight, we're just like humans in that sense. We're muscular but not like some body builder who only works out.
Us guy Demon's have either a; four pack, six pack, or eight pack. I have a six pack, pretty average. The Demon's under seventeen have four packs, over seventeen have six packs, and over twenty three have eight packs. It's pretty cool, we don't even have to work out, they just appear over night.
Well, I should give you all a bit more info about myself, huh? Well, I'm eighteen years old, have long black hair with a blue tint that I always keep in a low pony tail, no facial hair, which I am highly great-ful for, because I would be hideous with it, always wear the color black, a v-neck shirt with baggy sleeves, ripped up denim jeans, and combat boots, and fingerless gloves. In the fall, I add in a black scarf, and in winter I wear the black scarf and a black beanie hat. It's a nice outfit if you ask me.
Anyway, your probably wondering why I didn't mention Hitler-Whick (aka, Malcom C. Leverrire) In the Black Order names, huh? Well…remember that person I was talking about, and how I killed them and became a traitor? Well…that was him. The mega prick of the universe. Even though everyone cheered for having the horrid leader gone, I knew I was a traitor, and traitors must leave or be killed by their former team. And, I didn't want that to happen, so…I left.
They're probably hunting me down right now…huh. I feel…shitty when I think that. It's like…there's something in my chest that's sinking and making me nauseous…I wonder why…is it because I sicken myself with my betrayal? Or something else entirely…
Ugh…I don't want to think about it right now. It's putting my brain on overdrive. And, just to be clear; Kanda no like overdrive.
Yeah, you want to know why I don't like overdrive? Overdrive make Kanda angry.
Why does it make me angry? It gives Kanda headache.
Kanda no like headaches. They bad.
I looked over at the door when I heard it's bell and recognized the person, he was our favorite customer. It was an old man smoking a cigarette, now making me want one. I can't deal with him right now! I need to smoke! I muttered to myself as I turned to Emilia, my co-worker, and said "I'm taking a break, deal with the customer."
Which made Emilia's face go red then she yelled "No, you lazy thing! You take care of him!"
I turned around almost at the back door, now in angry mode and hissed at her "Look, just do it! I'll be right back, I need to go smoke a cigarette!"
She glared at me then crossed her arms and said with a huff "Fine then Mr. Pee inhaler! Go and smoke, you have five minutes before I go and kick your sorry ass!"
I smirked as I saw the man look amused and then I said "Well, Emilia, look what you did! You almost scared him away. You wouldn't want to do that, now would you?"
She looked and saw him standing there, then her face went beat red and she began stuttering out apologizes to the man as I went out to the back to smoke.
"Ahhh…" Was the first sound that came out of my mouth as I blew the smoke out of my body and to contaminate the air. Smoking took away all my stress and calmed me down. Alma taught it to me. Hah. To bad I didn't know about this great pleasure before I betrayed my friends and family. Kind of ironic too.
I took another whiff as I smiled up at the sky. I wasn't going to last much longer with both sides after me. Both most likely trying to kill me.
My smile turned into a grin as I began laughing, my voice echoing throughout the city of New York, making people shiver in fear of someone being brutally murdered because that's just how intense my laugh is. It does that.
Blank: Well, there's chapter one. Enjoy it.
Angel: Yup~ And we made cookies for anyone that reviews!
Masquerade: Cookies are good…
Deke: Yes. Yes they are.
Fibfi-Chan: Review please~!