Full Description:
Once there was a Great War that took place between vampires and all the other supernatural creatures. 16 years later after the war; the story revolves around a boy named Shouta Ishkimoijin. A "regular" high school student, with nothing set in mind for future. However as a new female student transfers to his class, things start to change in his surroundings. Who is this girl? And what does she know about Shouta that he himself doesn't know...
Backstory:
Once there existed two powerful vampire clans; the Kishimojin and the Amaterasu. Both of them ruled over the supernatural world. Their existence would be described as destructive, cunning and violent. As time passed on, the other supernatural creatures grew tired and jealous of these two clans. Thus the Great War began in the 19th century; one where every supernatural creature united to put down these winged creatures dressed in Human form and any human witnesses were killed to remain anonymous. In the 20th century, the war had reached a conclusion. The two vampire clans were defeated and went into hiding. Thus the 1 century war had ended. However because of this tragic war, landscapes burned, cities were laid to ruins, many humans in the crossfire were slaughtered and the Earth was left scorned for many years to come. Though the two vampire clans were defeated, Maria Kishimojin; queen of one of the vampire clans survived, along with her recently born child. Fleeing for her and her child's life they escaped and migrated to Japan; a land full of humans. Hoping to start a new life...
Prologue:
Who is she? The one with bright red eyes and long, silver hair. Possessing inhuman supernatural strength and agility. Why am I still here, why do I sit in awe of her abilities? I kept saying to myself.
"We finally meet again" she spoke.
Her voice cut deep into my skin like butter sending shivers up my spine. Finally I unglued from the ground and I ran as fast as I could from the scene I had witnessed. However, when I had stared into her eyes, why did I sense sadness in them? Who is she? And what did she mean "again"...?
Chapter 1:
"Mom, hurry up, or else we'll be late for the birthday party!" I cried.
Walking out of our two story house, we decided that we'll walk to the location of the party. As we stopped at the traffic lights and waited for the human figure to glow. I saw something in the corner of my eyes. Almost like something was following us. Choosing to ignore it, we crossed the noisy street. Arriving to the location of the party, I immediately ran off and went to the sandbox. Planning to build Mt. Everest, I started scooping up sand with my bare but soft hands. I began with the base.….
"Shouta come and eat!" Shouted my mom.
Picking myself up from the sand box, I headed towards my mom. Seeing food already waiting for me at the picnic table, I reached out to grab the brat on my plastic party plate. However, midway through, familiar hands intercepted my hands and a voice came screaming.
"Shouta go wash your hands before you eat!" Exclaimed my mom.
Sighing, I sprinted to the bathroom and back, finally able to embrace the juicy tanginess of the brat. I felt happy and satisfied.
"Now go play with the others, since you're done eating" said my mom, looking over at my plate.
Excitedly, I got up from the table and went to play soccer with the others. The score was 5-3, and my team was losing. After some back and forth passing of the ball, they kicked the ball towards me. Stretching out my strides I moved to intercept the ball, but I missed the pass and it flew towards the street. Ignoring my surroundings, I chased after the ball to make up for my failure. However, as I ran through the street, I noticed a blueish and black car a yard away to the right of me….
BEEEEEEEEEEEP !
Beep, beep, beep, BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP !
The alarm clock rang; the time was 8:00am.
Cluck.
The automatic clock responded to my hand. Pulling my arm away from the clock, I reached and touched my forehead, the location of my scar, still there and textured from 11 years ago.
(Sigh)
Chapter 2:
Slowly and sluggishly I got up from my old, plain bed.
"Shouta, breakfast is ready ! Come down and eat before you go to school" shouted my mother from below the stairs.
"Coming!" I replied back to my mom.
Equipping my uniform, which was left on the bed and my watch next to the alarm clock, as well as an extra bag of clothing for later on, I headed out to another boring, slowish high school day.
Walking down the sidewalk and crossing the traffic lights, I spotted a sign pointing north to Northeast High School.
Strolling down the school hallways I spotted a sign saying: Class 2b; my homeroom. Finding my seat near the back left of the room or right if you stand and look from the front of the classroom; closest to the windows. I settled down and attempted to once again drift off into the lands of dreams, but I was interrupted.
(Bam!)
"How's it going Shouta?" Asked Kiyoshi.
"What do you want Kiyoshi?" I replied.
"I'm feeling great too, thanks for asking" stated Kiyoshi.
"Anyway, did you finish the assignment due for today?" Kiyoshi asked.
"Of course it's finished." I retorted.
"You should let me see it because we're like besties right?" Said Kiyoshi.
"Ummmmm.…" I muttered.
Ding Dong! The morning school bell rang, signifying that homeroom was about to begin.
"Too late" Kiyoshi replied with a sigh.
Heading over to his desk located in the back right of the room, he collapsed in the seat. I could feel his disappointment from where I sat...
Beeeeeeeeep! The dismissal bell finally rang. The time was 17:00. The school day was finally done.
"Hey Shouta, you doing anything after school? Asked Kiyoshi.
"Yeah, I got kendo practice after," I replied. "See ya tomorrow Kiyoshi." I said as I picked up my case and left the room to go to my kendo club.
Chapter 3:
When I entered the Kendo club room, I saw two people already sparring. The person on the right was overwhelming the person on the left and thus the match was decided then and there, with the person on the right as the winner. Getting my gear on, I heard a familiar voice.
"Hey Shouta, let's go right now!" The voice belonged to Ryo, an upper classmen and the winner of the sparring match I witnessed when I arrived.
"I'm going to take back the top spot that you stole from me when you first joined the club" claimed Ryo.
Finally finishing putting on my gear I replied with confidence,
"There's no point in challenging me, because you already know I'll win."
"Come and prove it then" retorted Ryo.
Sighing, I headed towards the area in which he stood. Knowing that if I didn't accept his challenge, he probably wouldn't have given up pestering me.
"Bamboo or wooden sword?" I asked.
"Wood, obviously" replied Ryo.
Standing on the opposite side of the area, I prepared my stance: two hands in front, gripping onto my wooden sword's handle, my right foot just a little further out than my left. Controlling my breathing and concentrating my focus, I was ready. Ryo's stance was in the form of a quick draw, with his right foot leaning forward and with his left in the back as well as both his hands to the left, one holding the sword like a sheath and the other gripping onto his wooden sword's handle.
"Okay guys, first strike wins" the coach stated at the center of the arena.
"We begin when this coin hits the ground, understood?" The coach asked.
"Understood!" Ryo and I both said in sync.
Ding, the sound of the coin went. Flipping constantly, and falling.…
I closed my eyes and sighed one last time.
Ding !
When the coin touched the ground, I opened my eyes instantaneously. Then we both charged at each other. Ryo's slash was horizontal and swinging from the right. Seeing this I decided to swing my sword to the right as well, parrying the blades.
Clank!
The two swords clashed, but Ryo must have expected this, judging by his smile. Quickly regaining his stance from the parry, he slashed his sword upward into an uppercut. Realizing this, I jumped back and the slash from Ryo's blade took a couple of my black hair strands. Able to predict what my move was, Ryo swung his sword down with all his force. I responded by putting my sword up to guard against his attack, using both hands to support my blade.
Clank!
The two swords resonated. One of my knees contacted the ground in order to support my blade even more. Using all my strength I forced Ryo off. Regaining my stance, I finally decided to take the offensive. I quickly swung my sword right, and Ryo matched my blade. Using the parry force from the clash I quickly twirled around and swung my blade from the left. Matching me once more, I moved my sword to align up with my right shoulder. Then I swung my blade face up forming an uppercut (Since the wooden swords only had one edge and not two.). Ryo, hardly able to keep up with my quick attacks, barely dodges it. Taking this opportunity, instead of swinging down and using the force of my body, I decided to swing left once more to finish my combo. Ryo on the other hand, concluded that I would end my attack from above. So he moved to block, like I did previously. Upon seeing me, I swing from the left, and he was caught off guard. I eased up on my swing in order to prevent a serious injury to Ryo.
Click.
My wooden blade touched his gear. The match was decided.
"The winner is Shouta," the coach proclaimed.
Ryo, sighing, stated, "I'll win next time that's for sure."
Nodding, I turned away from Ryo and the coach and walked back to where my belongings were. Taking off my gear and putting it back into my locker, I also grabbed the extra bag of clothes from this morning and then I went to go take a shower. I kept this to myself, but Ryo has improved since our last match. But no matter what, the score was still 25 to 0, me with 25 and him with 0. As I finally got out of the shower, the club was finished for the day. Looking at my watch I noticed it was 18:30, so I decided to leave and head home.
Chapter: 4
Walking down the street I noticed a shadow following me. Not wanting to take the chance that it was a stalker, I decided to take a detour to my house. Instead of crossing at the traffic lights, I decided to turn right. Walking down the street and reaching another set of traffic lights, I turned left and crossed the street. But in the corner of my left eye I saw the shadow again. Wanting to confirm what it was I quickly turned around but saw nothing. Looking forward now, I decided to keep walking, in between the next two stores, there was an alleyway. As I got right in front of it, I quickly turned and ran into it. Checking my watch, it was already 19:00. The sun was already setting and the moon was beginning to rise. Running left and right in the alleyway, I finally arrived at an opening into a driveway for loading trucks of a store. Sighing and coughing, I caught my breath.
"Hey you!" screamed an unfamiliar voice.
Turning to my right I noticed three men sticking to the shadows and leaning on the wall. They were dressed in sleeveless shirts and saggy sweat pants. Their faces made them appear to be close to 25 years old.
"Hey you, what do think you're doing here?" One of the men questioned.
"Yeah, this is our territory." The other man stated.
"I'm sorry, I'll leave right away" I replied as I started walking towards the street.
"You think you can just run away like nothing happened?" one of the men said, getting off the wall and walking towards me.
Seeing what was going to happen, I decided it was best to run from the situation. However as I got ready to run, the man, who probably ran while I wasn't paying attention, grabbed me by the neck collar. Choking, I saw the other two men start to walk over. The next moment I felt a pain by my stomach. It was a punch. Next I was tossed to the ground next to full trash bags. The next thing I noticed was the excruciating pain I felt everywhere. The three men were kicking me vigorously. Not even waiting to take turns, they just kept kicking with all they had. Covering my head which was the most crucial part, I felt pain everywhere on my body constantly.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing!?" Shouted an unfamiliar voice coming from the alleyway.
The kicking stopped.
"My, my, what do we have here." One of the men claimed.
Looking up from my position, I saw a figure no bigger than me. It had long, silky silver hair and it's eyes glowed crimson. The very next moment it disappeared. Then I heard one of the men screaming right next to me. Turning to look, the figure I saw previously was right next to me. However, I saw that their hand was stabbed through one of the men's stomach. Their hand was stained with dark rose blood and the owner of the stomach had a dumbfounded expression. As the figure took their hand out, the man fell backwards and blood leaked out from his wound staining the cement. I then heard another scream as another one of the three men flew through the air and into the wall. Looking closely I saw the man that was thrown had broken his neck, leaving a giant ruby mark in the wall. Lastly, looking at the last of the three men; he was shaking continuously. Then, like he weighed as much as a feather, he was tossed into the sky. When he fell to a certain height, his mouth tasted leather and he flew towards the shutter - for loading cargo onto the trucks - and smashed right through it.
Sitting up now, I looked forward and saw the figure from before. It had a feminine outline, so I concluded it was a girl. She walked closer to me, as our eyes aligned, my head started to hurt. I figured it probably hurt because one of the thugs did kick me in the head before I was able to shield it. Who is she? The one with bright red eyes and silver long hair? Possessing inhuman supernatural strength and agility? Why am I still here, why do I sit in awe of her abilities? I kept saying to myself.
"We finally meet again" she spoke.
Her voice cut deep into my skin like butter sending shivers up my spine. Finally, I unglued from the ground and I ran as fast as I could from the scene I had witnessed. However when I had stared into her eyes, why did I sense sadness in them? Who is she? And what did she mean "again"…..?