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INHERITAGE One of Two
The world has been ever changed by something that could only be described as a glorious series of misfortunes. Of the earths population of humans, and even the few people who were half human, roughly 5 were sent into a coma, having had their most inner beings rewritten by the machine fueled by the life energy, the Ki, of the Rhys. Rhys; the slayer of gods, the fastest werecheetah known, and student of the Anything Goes School of martial arts and ideology.
Eh, that was a mouthful… but you've already seen that story.
But what was his life before hand like?
Cue the cheesy flashback effects.
Fifteen Years Prior; ScotlandA small boy awoke under what used to be his home. The sounds of fires still raged all around him despite the heavy rain. Smoke still filled the air.
Where the crude funeral pile was made, all that was left of his friends and family was a small bit of ash, and a single stone. The stone was propped up against a skull.
The boy coughed harshly in attempt to get the ash from his throat. The only things that wasn't colored the color of the sticky ash were his eyes. His blonde hair and bright clothes stained a cold color of gray.
Using what little strength he had, he started to pull himself out from under the rubble. He strained to pry his legs from their trap under the burnt wood.
Standing for the first time in four days, the boy stood unsteadily in front of what could have been his grave. Streaks of blonde could be seen now from where the rain had washed the ash away.
The boy stared numbly at the shining green stone.
Eventually, he found himself walking over to it. He slowly bent over, breathing in sharply as his back protested painfully, and picked it up.
Standing up, he didn't even raise it up to observe it closer. If he had, even in this dark, he would have seen an uncut emerald. The lightning flashed, sending a shockwave of thunder rolling over the area.
His facial expression slowly went from numb to disbelief. And from there into a crushing sadness. He slumped to his knees; the emerald in his hands in front on him, and his head rolled forward.
He sat there for several more minutes, until the sounds of several vehicles came to his ears.
He did not turn.
Fights flashed over the area, shining on the remains of buildings and trees.
He still did not turn.
The Scottish Police came running into the clearing. The sights before them made them freeze. Burnt trees and houses, destroyed furniture strewn everywhere, and the large black stain in the middle of the area that held enough bones for at least 30 people and a small boy.
"What the fuck…?" One of the police men said.
Noone else said anything.
Several Months later; Japan, Adoption Clinic"Yes, sir," The same young boy now sat in a chair that was comparatively HUGE to him. In front of him was a overly large desk that seemed to be defended from the front with a literal wall of awards, pencils, pens, two lamps, and a rather small name plaque.
"You realize that you were sent here by… accident, do you?" The skinny man behind the table said in a accented, choppy voice, "You were supposed to be sent to a… adoption clinic in America."
"Yes, sir," The boy said.
"But now that you are here," The man said, standing to show that he was abnormally tall for a Japanese man, or any man really, "It would cost… far too much to send you back. You will stay here, learn Japanese, and remain here until you are adopted or you become of age."
"Yes, sir."
"Hmm…" The man murmured as he walked around the boy, looking him over. The boy wasn't shaking in fear, which was normal when the children were called into his office. He was nervous, but not afraid.
The man walked back to his seat, placing his hand on the back. He did not sit down.
"I see that you have had a proper raising," he said, "Obedient, quiet, somewhat honorable… all of which are enforced with the strictest discipline here at my… establishment. Any breaking of rules will be… severely punished."
The man smirked when he saw the boy's reaction. Although small, the boy did grimace.
"Now what is your name?" The man said, picking up a pencil.
"Rhys, sir," The boy said.
The man paused halfway through the first letter, "Spell it, please."
"Um… R-H-Y-S."
"Good," The man said, putting the pencil down. He pressed a small button on the desk.
A voice came from the speaker near the button. Rhys could also hear the receptionist outside talking. Being in Japanese, Rhys didn't understand a word of it.
The man removed his finger from the button, and the speaker made a satisfying click as it turned off.
"The… receptionist will show you to your room."
That night, the skinny mans office"How did this boy get in our facility?" The large thin man said, "A gaijin in my facility?"
"I don't know, sir," the receptionist said, looking over the transaction papers, "There's no trace. No ticket that got him on the plane. No bill to see who bought the ticket. He simply just popped out of the air."
"Where was he before he came here?" The skinny man asked.
"St. Joseph's Orphanage in northern Scotland," the woman responded, "It was condemned just last week, and all the orphans were sent to other orphanages. And except for this boy, all of them stayed in Scotland."
"Then how did he get here? Kami-sama didn't just drop him out of the sky."
"He didn't have any ticket stubs. He didn't have any recollection of the plane ride or even leaving the orphanage."
"Amnesia," the man groaned, "What's his last name?"
"Doesn't say," the woman said, shuffling the papers, "It mentions where he was found and what condition he was in when he was found, but nothing else. He didn't have any legal identification. Honestly, it wouldn't be much different if Kami-sama DID just drop him from the sky."
