Kynigos Skion, that's his name. And he hated it.

In fact, he hated every name the girls in the school called him. It is not his fault he has the reputation of being the hottest boy in the entire grade. Blame it on his unknown parents for his face.

The only friend he had despite his popularity is another male called Lanos. They had the rep of being the ones with the strangest names.

Kynigos once looked into a mirror at the bathroom for the first time since who-knows-when, and no, he didn't understand why the girls call him "hot".

He think he looks like a female, anyway.

He somehow realized that his hair is extremely long.

And his eyes. Oh geez, don't even mention the eyes, they look feminine, too. In fact, his whole body looked like a female.

He would not be surprised if a boy thought that he was a girl and tried to date him.

Basically, his life is bad, but dude, it DID NOT need to get even worse.

He was scheduled on to detention that day for putting lemon juice into some random person's milk.(Hey, citrus is good for the body, don't blame him) As he trudged down the hallway toward the 'torture chamber', as many others called it, he thought about all the times he has been in detention. Once, for mixing blue ink into some disinfectant so they some windows were now smudged with royal blue. Another time for breaking a table during a math test. ...what was that in the bathroom?

Approach carefully, get a life Kynigos! There is absolutely nothing to be scared about.

Oh but there is.

Kynigos crept forward towards the place where he saw movement in his peripheral vision, he reached into his pocket and felt the familiar sensation of a handle. Not taking his eyes off the shadow, he took out his weapon. It was small, enough to fit in the pocket of his green slacks. The handle was black, exactly the same shade of color as the small curved blade, which was even shorter than the handle. That was the only bad thing about the knife: the range is pathetic.

As he passed the mirror opposite the stalls, he looked at his outfit casually: green suit, black tie, and a white polo. Horrible outfit if he needed to engage in combat—the shadow, he swear he saw it move. Oh, why isn't the bathroom lights on? His fingers tightened around the handle, the black leather shoes suddenly felt way too tight around his feet. His heart was beating rapidly as he stood still, staring at the shadows. Playing patient, huh? Well, two can play at that.

His free hand reached for his pack, where he kept most of his stuff in, where it would be safe from nosy people trying to invade his privacy. There it is, wedged between his diary and his combat boot, a torch. Just what he needed for a distraction.

The great feeling of having the element of shock in his hands lasted about three seconds, just as the shadow gave up the game of patience and lunged at Kynigos, it's hands outstretched, reaching for his neck. Kynigos fumbled with the torch for a while, finally finding the 'on' switch, and jabbed his thumb at it vigorously. A beam of light sliced across the floor and onto the person's eyes. Where the person used to be, there is a large gaping hole in the bathroom floor, wait, are those pine trees?! Not to mention that, there is also no seen debris around the hole—are those footsteps outside the bathroom?

Footsteps = people = a lot of them = help!

"What are you doing?" The person hissed as Kynigos opened his mouth to scream. His voice is slightly deep and masculine.

Through the light of his torch Kynigos can clearly see his face. It was long and had a sharp chin, with curves that suggested that he worked out a lot. His long bangs slightly covered his narrow eyes, which was sharp at the edges. The shape of his nose and forehead showed that he was from somewhere northwest of Europe and somewhere near Greece or Italy. The place that stood out the most is his right face. It was marred by five scars, long and deep, probably by a feline. The face was also charred and blackened on the same sides of his scars. Burns, perhaps?

"Screaming for help, because I don't at all want to be injured by you." Kynigos shot back.

The person flinched, he stood up, oh good, he is about half a head taller that Kynigos. Oh look, he is wearing armour too! Great, just great.

Kynigos started to notice other features about him, too. Like how he held himself like one of authority. Or how he had a spear strapped to his back. Or how his shoulder-length chestnut hair had a few barely visible streaks of grey in them. Or how his eyes are mismatched and seemed to pin him onto the spot like a bug on a pin board. Or the inevitable fact that he is really, really, handsome.

"I'm not here to hurt you" the teenager said, he jabbed his thumb towards the bathroom entrance "They are."

"Well, mister, who are they?" Kynigos crossed his arms "and no, I am not going to let you just throw that onto my face like that, explain." He held up his knife and walked briskly towards the teenager, placing it against his throat. Strange, his neck is exposed, without anything to protect it.

"No time to explain, Sator is going to get so mad at me" the teenager growled, ignoring Kynigos "no wonder, they were following you the entire time..." he turned to the smaller male besides him "my name is Iliaki, Spartan, lieutenant of the general of the army of Sparta. Prince of the sky dragons. I order you to follow me right now and shut up."

"No"

"What?"

"I said no. I'm not going. Who knows what is on the other side. Why am I talking to you anyway? I should scream right now and let them know that there is a genocidal teenager running around." Kynigos crossed his arms and started to tap his right foot to the ground, keeping up a calm demeanor despite his heart trying to crack his rib cage.

"Oi! Iliaki! How's it going now? Thalassa can't hold the portal any longer than two more minutes! Hurry up and get down here!"

Kynigos' eyes widened "there's other people down the hole?"

Iliaki jabbed his thumb at the bathroom door again, which was now being knocked on by many heavy sounding feet. "THAT's what you need to be worried about, not me. Like I said, I am not here to hurt you, they are." This time, there is something sincere in his tone, like he was genuinely trying to help him.

Boom.

The door promptly exploded under the weight of several iron-clad feet. Iliaki cursed under his breath as he unslung his spear and reached behind his back, revealing a shield out of bronze, inscribed onto was a capital A without the horizontal line. Kynigos held aloft his knife, now looking tiny and pathetic and insignificant besides the long spear that is now aimed at the door. From said door stepped out people, dozens of them, all of them clad in Kevlar vests and black military helmets. Their ranks bristled with spears that is much longer than the one pointed at them. They were outnumbered, about one to twenty.

"Surrender, tiny mortal, you are outnumbered—" A soldier started but was interrupted by Iliaki hurling a cracked piece of bathroom tile that was embedded into his throat. Crimson blood leaked out. Blood, crimson blood blossoming onto a tiled floor... crimson... shinku... his thoughts were too interrupted by a outraged shout.

"AS IF WE DO NOT KNOW!" At that, Iliaki charged at the dark forest of spears and swords, alone, by himself.

Alone, by himself... alone, only him...being surrounded by a battle they cannot possibly win, it's either death or capture...

Kynigos fell to his knees, clutching his head, not now...not now. Someone is dying for me, why? Why? Why me? I am horrible, not now...not now...but why? I don't even know who am I? Why am I here? Not now...not now...not now...oh, why?

Iliaki made a wrong move and a soldier managed to grab his spearhead, as he tried to yank it free, another soldier kicked him in the stomach. Iliaki skidded backwards as yet another soldier raised his sword, about to bring it down on his head.

Crimson blood onto a tiled floor...blood...blood everywhere...

"NO!" Kynigos howled at the top of his lungs, without thinking, he too charged the crowd with his pathetic little scrap of a weapon.

Miraculously, he managed to dodge swinging blades and not slip on the gore on the ground. In a few seconds he reached the cluster of combat that contained his newfound friend, that was when he started to let his rage take control of everything.

His knife flashed dark through the wall of shields around his enemies, blood spilled, knives whirled, blades shattered, armor cracked. All this meant nothing to Kynigos Skion. He laughed a maniac laugh, although he was faintly aware of many other blades dancing alongside him in flashes of bronze, silver, and blue. Finally, finally, he reached the spot where Iliaki was having a fistfight with some random guy. Alright, strictly speaking, it was a bit more than a fistfight. It was a bit more like a fist-and-swords-and-combat- boots-and-fingernails fight. One versus three. That's bad, but not anymore though.

Without thinking he tore through the three people surrounding Iliaki like they are paper machete. Iliaki's lips raised slightly at the corners, he gave Kynigos a grateful salute: raising his fore and middle fingers to his right temple, then flicking his wrist outwards—thank you.

Kynigos returned the gesture: your welcome.

A metallic hiss interrupted the moment between these two, Kynigos whirled around, knife at ready, and found that the hiss came from a clash between two blades: on one side, a bayonet. On the other, a cleaver sword. The wielder of the bayonet had their back to them.(when did he know the difference between a knife and a bayonet?)And they are holding a...rifle? An assault rifle, nevertheless.

"Xavier! Why are you here? Your supposed to guard the entrance!" Iliaki called to the silver-haired boy.

Xavier glared at their general direction, kicked his unlucky opponent and turned to face another "I cannot leave you in the scavenger world, can I?" He then head-butted the second opponent. "Really, if you really keep being so arrogant and impulsive, we are all going to die one day because your stupid decisions!" Then he did something that made Kynigos pick his jaw off the bloody floor.

Xavier took a deep breath, opened his mouth wide, and breathed a sparkling bolt of ice right onto the extremely unlucky person's face. The bolt was maintained for about ten seconds, then Xavier stopped, panting. Iliaki walked over besides him and repeated the same procedure, except the outcome was a fiery line of bright, purplish-red fire.

"Stop trying to swag! Someone is trying to win a fight over here!" Kynigos hollered, he is locked in a dance that involved stabbing, slashing, and generally trying to break the other's defenses. When did he start to trust them?

"Ah, do you need help?" A sweet voice said from his right, he allowed his eyes to stray towards the source, it came from a girl about seventeen years old. She has honey-colored skin and a oval face. Her face was ringed with dark, black hair, which was braided into thick strands and secured with flat gold bands. Despite the genocide raging around her, she had a bright smile on her face. And she did not at all looked awkward standing in the middle of the boys bathroom. Her dress is stained with dark red splotches and rimmed at the end with the same stuff, it really is long, Kynigos predicted that it would take a few hours wash with detergent to get the stains off. She raised her bronze sickle. Her arms were too covered in blood, not a single scratch on her despite her lack of armor (and sleeves) "I can help you."

"Help would be nice! Thank you." Kynigos managed a smile despite the awkward stance he is in.

"Anytime, my name is Sator, by the way." Sator giggled, the scythe blade is now gripped by both hands "It is a pleasure."

The poor person didn't know what hit him.

Sator's blade cut through him, bones and all, his torso and lower half was COMPLETELY DISCONNECTED and it looks as if it hurt, a lot.

Sator turned to him, smiling, her dress now drenched in the blood of many dead souls.

"Nice to meet you, now I am off to help Thalassa." She gestured to another girl in the corner, pointing a glowing blue handgun at the mass of people surrounding her.

More footsteps appeared right around the corner. Everyone froze in the position they were in. Kynigos about to stab yet another armed mercenary. Iliaki parrying a thrust with his spear. Xavier in the middle of summoning another blast of ice. Sator with her curved scimitar raised high. Everyone turned towards the source of the sound.

Oh Geez, MORE people that are trying to kill me? One normal second right now would be HEAVEN.

"Um...Solar-Chan?" Kynigos asked tentatively, he really hadn't used the term for a long time ( he is half Japanese after all) "I think we are going to get in huge trouble if they caught us here"

"That's right. Got to get you out of this now, Hunter." Iliaki muttered, his hand drifted towards his belt, where ceramic bottles hung from a bandolier. His fingers wrapped tightly around a small tube. "Get ready."

"For whaaaAAAAAA! DON'T DO IT!"

Too late, Iliaki ripped off the small tube and hurled it at the door. The tube shattered on impact, releasing a green liquid that was on fire in seconds. Even the fire it produced is green.

"What part of don't do it do you not understand?"