To my Book of Chaos...
I like to think that my past had simply been a dream, a ghost designed by my imagination, but the scars across my arms always jolt me back into reality. It's funny really, the way memories can change you. It's been a year since Leon left and I'm fourteen now. Living with Kyota gets more difficult each time she finishes an assassination mission.Sometimes, it's like she's in her own world, but then again, everyone is.
Kyota's helped me find out more about the experiments done on me and now, I can at least remove the electric charge from my body to stop the static from burning everything I touch. Even my insomnia has lightened.She let me assist by hacking security systemsafter I scored high on the military of defense's IQ test. Apparently, that makes me a genius.
Yet, I feel as if I know nothing. Maybe It's the gap in experience that leaves me feeling empty and lost. I have no direction to move in, no ultimate goal to strive towards, no purpose. Perhaps, that is why I've been enrolled in Kunugigaoka junior high.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
I stared blankly at the roof of my room, ignoring the sound of gunfire echoing from behind my closed bedroom door. My uniform was ironed with four empty battery packs strapped under my sleeves to absorb any lingering electrical charges. The black fingerless gloves on my hands were also lined with electrical insulators as an extra precaution. I took a deep breath, savoring possibly my last taste of freedom before the start of my first school year.
The anxiety that swirled in my stomach held me in thought as I lay on my bed with my eyes closed. The invisible battle raging in my mind soon produced a victor. I would not let my lack of social skills deter me from the path I'd set for myself. I pulled my body upwards, releasing my fears in a heavy sigh. The door went flying across the room and my green eyes followed its path until it crashed against my work bench, scattering papers through the air.
"What the hell are you doing?! Get ready!" my legal guardian screeched with such intensity that I immediately cringed.
"Patience is a virtue," I growled at the woman who had been awake since dawn and had only just realised I was procrastinating and not asleep.
Kyota's brown hair was a terrifying display of bedhead and her red shorts and tank top were stained with mysterious substances that needed no further contemplating. Kyota huffed at my response and marched out of the room with her head held high in her usual manner. I tugged on the two strips of white in my naturally black hair, mulling over how she'd been able to dye them white when 1: I was a very light sleeper, 2: She was by no means quiet, and 3: I have the reflexes to kill her if she touches me.
"Hurry up and get ready!" Kyota bellowed and like a good child, I followed her orders.
Kunugigaoka junior school, one of Japan's finest establishments and highest ranking schools.
Sounds boring, I thought, unimpressed as I flicked through the pamphlet.
"You're going to make so much trouble," Kyota grinned madly as she turned right at the intersection.
Sure...
I was skeptical about that comment. It would probably be like theorphanage with annoying kids and dictating adults.
"It'll be different," Kyota remarked, reading my thoughts in her usual creepy and unnerving way. Bloodypsychopath.
"Think of it as one of your circuit things," she hummed.
I scoffed at her attempt to compare school to something she knew nothing about. At the same time, I was touched that she'd tried.
"This time, you have more bits to deal with."
"Like a game?" I helped and her eyes sparkled.
"Yes! Like a game," she cooed and ruffled my hair.
Her unfounded obsession with games had rubbed off on me, much to my own distaste.
"Oh, I won't be home for the next few days. I have an assignment," Kyota gave me a concerned glance.
"Eyes on the road!" I screamed as the SUV swerved.
Her eyebrow twitched in annoyance, "Can it, brat!"
Kyota dropped me off at the school gates and floored it like there was no tomorrow. So much for the special moment. I sighed but smiled all the same, heading into the building with my journal and pencil in hand.
Tick, Tock.
Tick, Tock.
How am I supposed to bloody think with that annoying noise and a purple eyed principledissectingme with his stare. Asano, Gakuho sat with his elbows on his desk and hands clasped. His gaze resembled that of an interrogators, a fact that no longer bothered me due to Kyota's parenting methods.
"You didn't answer the lower level questions on your entrance test and haven't passed the basic marks," he stated before taking a deep breath, "Accordingly, you will be placed in class 3-E."
I nodded silently, finally bringing my eyes up to meet the man. 'Puppeteer' was the first word that came to mind when I took in his formal attire, calm face and neatly jelled-back hair. 'Troublesome' and 'dictator' were the second and third. The man's profile screamed, 'you have nothing on me' to the rest of the world. I smiled thoughtfully and innocently tilted my head to the side as he analyzed my features, notably searching for any hidden hostility. There was no doubt that the man was manipulative, a difficult opponent for any person. Seemingly debating whether I was a genius or an idiot, he settled on the later, an unwise deduction on his part.
I maintained a fake smile on my soft featured face. A knock sounded at the door to the office and my fake smile widened at the interruption of yet another male. The world has too many people for me to cater to, I sighed.
"Good morning, father," a boy with strawberry blond hair greeted and took a leaning position against the wall.
New information! Puppeteer one has a son, I mused to myself, and they both have purple eyes.
"I suppose I should take my leave now," I said politely and the principle stood up in response.
"Karashi, this is my son, Gakushū."
Said male extended a hand and I was out of my seat in a second, reaching for his wrist. The boy immediately froze at the grip on his wrist and narrowed his eyes as I gave him an innocent, closed-eyed smile. Too easy. His hand was firm, confident like the way he moved suggested but his demeanor was one of a dictator who looked down on his subjects. He was most definitely raised as his father's protege.
"A pleasure," his words were laced in suspicion and faked to the point where the principle had to be deaf not to pick up on it.
His pulse sped up. Liar. He was right to be wary of me.
"The pleasure's mine. The name's Kara," I released him, twirling around to retrieve my bag.
I took my leave, proud of the impression I had left on them both. My plotting smirk was enough to drive the A-class students up the walls as I skipped down the halls. Half an hour until my first class.
How do you find E class?
Think of the worse, most miserable place on the school campus, keep walking deeper into the abyss of hopelessness and turn right. It took roughly 20 minutes to reach the rickety, unstable building that was my classroom. My only response to the horrid sight of a decaying building was three minutes of hysterics with tears in my eyes as I tried to stifle my laughter. Thank goodness no one saw me.
The heat was unbelievable and my school blazer was currently folded in my school bag in an attempt to give me some relief. The building had no air conditioning but still had a few students inside, one being a short, blue-haired boy about my age. At least, I assumed that he was a boy. He was talking to a girl with green hair.
A spiky-haired male stood near the front of the glass, giving everyone and anyone who entered a hard stare. His face was oddly familiar, although, I think I would have remembered it if we'd ever met. Next to him was the star of the show, the being that drew every person's attention without fail. A yellow octopus.
The large grin etched into his bulbous head was enough to fool anyone of his childishness but made his small eyes appear more beady as they observed everything around them. His most startling features by far were the long yellow tentacles that sprouted out from underneath his academic dress. All in all, he looked like pacman with teeth and tentacles.
His appearance finally clicked as a gear in my mind snapped into place. I'd reviewed his file a few weeks before, on the ministry of defense's network. I had accessed that file out of curiosity while hacking for Kyota and it seemed it was well worth the trouble of reading. The powerful being that was responsible for the destruction of 70% of the moon, it seemed, would be my class's sensei.
