Ooh, yes it's an end of the world thing ^^ unusual for me I know, hows it going so far? Is it good? I hope so, but I'm afraid our fave anime boys don't come in for a while yet, don't kill me. :D so, hears chapter 2 for ya, enjoy.
Chapter 2
Sunday, the day it all began if our text books are right, also known (back before computers were built, which is a LONG time ago) as "We sundayed in the country" literally, that's what Sunday used to mean, though how you Sunday in the country I'll never know... maybe you had to Wright Sunday in the ground and start singing like in one of my manga's, I forget which one... then again, maybe not. Sunday was also seen as first day of the week; observed as a day of rest and worship by most Christians, ironic isn't it, that Sunday was when the world collapsed.
Despite the rumours and facts of that day, I would have loved to see it for myself: the massive machinery spinning at over 80000 miles an hour; the mixtures of chemicals as they prepared to make a black hole; the massive explosion that could be heard over half of the world; and of course, the huge column of black light ripping through the sky like a tornado... beautiful. Catastrophic, yes, But still beautiful. What I would give to see it for myself, feel those emotions of fear and excitement, see the arrival of the huge gray asteroid, watch as the world split in an instant, losing our seas, land, countries and people. To experience that rush of adrenalin as the world moved beneath your feet and the atmosphere snapped around only one half of the planet, gazing into space for the first time as the other half drifted away. Such thrill, to see that wonder, the biggest failure of mankind, and I wasn't even BORN yet! It's not fair. Ok, I wouldn't want to die, but compared to the world we live in now, back then seems like a theme park, and today feels like a prison.
"983?" I glanced up from my latest manga 'Sailor moon', not one of my favourites I'll admit, but good enough.
"Yes?" I said, making my voice sound as happy as I could make it.
"I'm looking for a Manga." The woman replied matter-of-factly, I nodded slightly.
"Well, you came to the right place, looking for anything specific?" I asked, the woman nodded once, her brown hair bouncing in waves around her shoulders.
"I'm looking for a rare manga, it's called 'Black-cat', I was wondering if you might have it?" she smiled as my eyes widened.
Of all of the Japanese manga left in the world, only two anime shows had one manga written for them, these were; 'yu-gi-oh' and 'Black-cat', both limited additions written around the year 2000, there used to be loads of them, but most copies had rotted away or were simply lost with time. Luckily, most people didn't know of their existence, but for those who did, they would stop at nothing to get their hands on them... and of all the manga collectors out there; I was the only one who had position of the 'Black-cat' manga. It had been handed down to me by my late uncle, he had also been a collector of manga except that he was the more daring type, throwing himself into the cannibalistic countries and sorting through the ash and rubble he would find there. I used to dream of following him one day, but that dream died along with my uncle, he fell from the edge of the earth in a fight against a French-man, a stupid fight over a little piece of bread, and it killed them both. It was then that I decided that life was precious and that we should cherish the time we have left, but... I will never stop dreaming about it, having an adventure, just like uncle.
I turned my attention back to the lady in front of me and narrowed my eyes, It was surprising that a woman of this ladies posture would even know about the existence of my shop, by the look of her: she was an upper-class, filthy rich, posh type who rarly would leave their estates and order their butlers to go instead, on top of that, women weren't usually interested in manga or anime, I was used to hordes of men and young boys in my shop, begging for a good read.
"What of it, that manga doesn't even exist I'm afraid, not anymore. It's nothing but myth and legend" I answered evenly. The woman smiled and tapped her chin.
"I thought you might have it, it's written all over your face" she chuckled "Harriet, Harriet Forferd" she extended her right hand, I grasped it weakly.
"Mikami Karazuki, Mimi for short" we shook and she dropped my hand, her brow raising and inch or two.
"You are a little young to have a name aren't you?"She asked
"Yes, but the laws are stupid and immoral" I snapped back
"indeed" she smiled again, sending nervous shivers down my spine "We'll then, I have heard what I needed to hear, god day, Mikami" she bowed low and swept out of the door, leaving a single brown ribbon on the floor where she had stood.