Kuroi no Mahou

Gate of the god

And then… It felt like Hell—at that snap of a second. Everything at sight was destroyed. The once beautiful green trees were now in leaves of fire. Every house was either engulfed in flames or collapsed. But this time, it was nobody's fault. It was like a supernatural occurrence, only a disaster brought by God. Yet to the survivors, it seemed like the apocalyptical return of Lucifer.

After four agonizing weeks, the death toll was a fixed number of six million, no more, no less. The countries that have been absolutely destroyed by the supernatural occurrence were Japan, Germany, Brazil, Spain, London, and Vietnam, which is a total of six. The disaster was noted to have occurred at the sixth day of the week, Saturday. It gave the people a firm evidence of Lucifer's doing, and not just some scientific assumption. And people wouldn't of course leave God out of discussion. Anti-Christ's rallies mobbed churches, claiming of God's horrific work. And it was nevertheless, looked down by modern day fortunetellers and prophetic people who protest and think that it is the devil's advocate's entire fault.

Sadly, everything in this world has gone mad with the perception of the devil and foreboding nonsense. In news over the television, in newspapers, in rumors—everything is at a cycle and if everything keeps on going like this, there won't be another generation. The deadly chain of events due to us humans might be able to be the ones who would soon envelop the world in a constant belief of occult and paranormal happenings. No one would be able to pay attention in Church readings; no one would be able to dabble with their gift of science, everything would be meaningless.

And that's where the five chosen ones would fit in. And this is, affirmatively, the very start of their journey. And it is the alternative path to where they would lead mankind out of the trouble.

The dimmed skies in the mistakably cold month of July wavered with a savoring shine of the moon, the only blotch of light against the dark background. But, even its radiant light doesn't stand a chance to a bright soul. This is what they commonly describe people who use White Magic for good of oneself or for others. People who have not experienced or sought for Magic consider it "All as one", meaning these people would not contend that all magic is evil so much as that morality is in the eyes of the beholder. In this thought, there is no distinction between benevolent and malevolent magic because there's no common morality against on which magic is to be measured.

But, in the view of the users themselves, Black Magic refers to the powers of darkness, and has a stark contrast to White magic. Yet it all depended to the user's acceptance of dualism.

Within the lone recesses of cavernous mountains, hid an enigmatic temple tower. Consisting of a lofty and pyramidal structure built in successive stages with outside staircases… Yet, this tower is never finished. At the very top of the structure, crumbling rocks yawned in the glorious night. This is the Tower of Babel. A tower built by a unified humanity to reach the heavens. Because humanity had their sights to be like God, God halted this project by confusing their languages and wrecking the final hundred blocks of stones reaching Heaven.

But within the stark and lofty walls of the forever-concealed Tower of Babel, life resides within it. And among the silhouettes of combing shadows, a panic-stricken Tsubasa wove in his sleep. Unconsciously, the slumbering teen twists and turns around while his sweat dampens the pillows; he whispers mysterious ill spoken spells and claims of faith.

" In view of the circumstances," speaks a feminine voice in contrast to the darkness " I think it's time we should wake him up."

Another voice arose against the darkness, much more filled with graceful innocence but with maturity " Yes. It has been weeks of tiring sleep. But, let's do it once the sun is high."

Then, the shadows slowly walked away from the lit light of heavenly scented candles.

" UGH! Waking him up when the sun is high? It's so late!"

Running down the waning hallways of the Tower of Babel, Maria lifted her plainly pleated skirts and scurried to where she left Tsubasa last night. The sun was high and her pocket watch with a gold cross emblazoned on the top viewed Roman numerals with two hands, the short pointing at seven and the long pointing at thirty.

Quietly barging in the shallowly planked door, the creaking was unbearably tight. But what greeted her inside wasn't what she expected. Tsubasa wasn't at bed.

Gasping, she confusedly walked inside and didn't notice the wide shadow behind her. But whirling around, she found herself facing an armed Tsubasa—with a wooden chair high up in his clutches, Maria had no choice.

" Tsubasa Oozora!"

Tsubasa grimaced and shouted in a strained yet scared voice " WHERE AM I!"

Only smirking at the fazed Tsubasa, Maria stood straightly without batting an eyebrow. Patting her skirts, she spoke " I won't tell." She looks up at him with gleaming eyes.

But Tsubasa's frown deepened and his hands tightened its hold on the chair's legs, his eyes, darted at Maria and were daring than before. " I'm telling you, where am I? Or else…"

" You'll whack me with that?" smiled Maria, still unfazed with Tsubasa's threat. " I bet you won't."

Tsubasa gnawed on his lip. He knew the only way to for the woman to spit out information is to scare her to it. From her ebony blue eyes, Tsubasa can see chuck loads of news waiting to be spurted out.

" And I bet you just want entertainment!" Tsubasa yelled back at Maria.

Throwing the chair aside, he folded his hands across each other and then in an explosion of light, wings of richly white feathers bursts out of his back. A triumphant smirk was plastered on Tsubasa's face. But much to Tsubasa's imminent surprise, all that Maria gave him was a blank expression. She could've given him some thoughtful look or even a frightened one. But she only grimaced—unpleasantly.

Strangely, Maria started to go around the Nankatsu Captain as if observing him. The smirk fell of his face as he glared at Maria " WHAT DO YOU WANT!"

" Hmm." She whirled out of his way and gave him a displeased face " Is this your best shot? I think you can do better."

With a loud growl, Tsubasa angrily cracks in a large tempest of whirlwinds. Maria easily evaded the winds with few basic yet graceful steps and was unfortunately unfazed.

"That's terrible." Spoke Maria, her voice less refined and a lot harsher " You absolutely can't remember me now, do you?"

Tsubasa slowly backed a few steps and made a better glimpse of the woman with hands in akimbo. His breath caught.

With short coal black hair waving to almost one direction, and with dimly lit grayish blue eyes. And a height absolutely equal to Tsubasa, she was nearly like his twin sister. But to Tsubasa himself, it was like looking into a mirror of a different dimension if he was only a girl. He felt his eyes tear apart from hers and enter in a reflective state.

" You're the trainer—from that dream…" he finally found his words.

Maria agreeably smiled and nodded her head " Well—not only a trainer. I'm the first Miko no Mahou, Maria."

Tsubasa felt oddly amazed. But, his color drained with concern as another question rung in his head, echoing poignantly. " Am I the only one here?" He asked weakly " Where are the others! Where are Hyuga and Ken? How are Genzo, Taro and Matsuyama?"

Maria only beamed sheepishly " They're outside. You all slept four weeks tops and they woke up earlier at six-twenty five."

Tsubasa gaped at Maria, scrutinizing her capricious expression. Four weeks? In a month? She's joking! " But are they safe? How's Shizuoka?"

Maria's face faltered a bit when Tsubasa mentioned his hometown. Looking down at the floor, she spoke modestly " The world's on the revelation chapter of the Bible—as they think."

" What?" Tsubasa furrowed his eyebrow in question. " You mean—the whole world? Come on, answer!"

The replying look startled Tsubasa. He now remembered everything after he last collapsed...

-Torrid fire exploded from house to house, engulfing the deathly view in a sea of flames. The dimmed sky filled strikes of lightning. It wasn't a sight to behold… It was a sight to fear. Thousands of people flocked under the shelter of hidden places, and never even bothered to take belongings. Tsubasa nearly cried in sorrow.

But… As his cries became louder, the surging wind gathers and bursts into a graceless yet melancholic wave. Worse comes to worse, the crackling flames widened and intensified.

And as the brimming tears finally cascaded down the Nankatsu Captain's face, he never bared to look at what he caused… Cringing on his folded knees with his head hanging, he cried out for mercy…

"GOD, FORGIVE MANKIND!"

And before he knew it, he collapsed on the floor before the purging flames.-

" Oh yeah, the disaster I caused." Tsubasa's gazed intently at the floor.

" No Tsubasa." Protested Maria instantaneously, feeling awful for the traumatized player " You did nothing. It was just the world being introduced to the new faces of humanity."

" Well, nice introduction, then." Huffed Tsubasa broodingly. " Graceless, but thereof my fault."

" Tsubasa! Stop being so persistent and cynical about it!" scolded Maria painfully. "Anyway, let's go out to meet with the others."

They strode across the room and arrived at the waning hallways. Then, Tsubasa stopped dead at what is before him. For the teen, it was like his dream coming into a reality or even déjà vu. The view from the tower was remarkable. Vast areas of green fields filled with flowers surfaced alongside the large landmasses of mountains. To the right, a clear and blue lake rippled and reflected the beautiful sunshine. Tsubasa didn't have the right words to match the prefect view. This was nature. This was God's real creation before mankind wrought it with countless wars and economical value. And it seems that this is the only place safe from its grasp.

" The Tower of Babel."

Maria spoke out of the blue, making Tsubasa look back at her questioningly. Did he hear her right? Tower of Babel? Wasn't it one of humanity's biggest mistakes of rivaling God's power? But before the teen could hesitantly respond, Maria snorted, knowing that utterly bewildered look almost anywhere.

"'Come, let us build ourselves a city and a tower with its top in the heavens, and let us make ourselves a name, lest we be scattered upon the face of the entire earth'. That's what mankind once said before making the tower. The Tower of Babel is said to only be biblical. But mankind thought wrong."

Tsubasa nearly shivered out of what Maria said. Instead of speaking about the prime history of the Biblically existent Tower of Babel, they walked down floors of seemingly no end. And from Maria's surprise, Tsubasa had shown no fatigue. Instead, he had been practically engrossed, his ebony and hazy eyes darting everywhere.

Downwards the flight of stairs, a visible room was seen. It was a partially extended part of the tower, which is the one that the Mikos provided. A pair of pillars rose to both sides of the entry and Roman tapestries hung on the brownstone wall. A pair of mahogany doors was present at the middle.

From there, Tsubasa can hear noises of muffled yet familiar chatting. His mouth rose to a grin while briskly walking alongside Maria, who too was filled with thrill.

Once the big doors opened creakily, familiar faces struck Tsubasa.

And before he knew it, he was being collided down on the ground. A heavy weight was pressing on him. He peered confused looks down and saw a recognizable bush of brown hair buried on his shirt. Taro?

Tsubasa slowly lifts himself and sees his friend's arms embraced around his waist. The boy faced up and quickly looked at Tsubasa.

" Tsubasa!" Taro's voice was cracked and his eyes were brimming with tears. "You're alright!"

From above, trails of replies floated. And once Taro's arms were off, they both stood. In front of a table, everyone was present, from the right, Genzo and Ken on the left, Hyuga.

" Nice sleep, Tsubasa? I bet you're having a cool dream." Genzo tentatively argued, with a broad smile present. His eye was clear now and his body wasn't shouldering any wounds, for a while ago, a kind Maria thankfully healed him. (But manages to miss out his supposed to be scarred leg, much to Genzo's annoyance.)

" I thought you would never wake up!" smirked Hyuga as he fully faced Tsubasa.

" Were all just glad that you're here." Smiled Ken keenly, his hands overlapped each other under his chin.

Everyone greeted Tsubasa contentedly so much that the teen subconsciously forgot the disasters that brought earth close to being extinct. But, Tsubasa couldn't have inundated that easily and dismissed something missing in the group.

" Where's Matsuyama?" he suddenly asked facing Maria, his eyes wide with concern. His mind couldn't purge off all the stuff the Furano Captain did for him. " Is he alright?"

But, the Miko ignored the matter and simply called on everyone in a bland voice " You all will meet your other trainers soon." She grinned spitefully " Be ready for some harsh training."

Everyone nodded instantaneously and watched the head Miko disappear from the entrance, and then they continued their conversation.

" Jeez, I wondered where Matsuyama is." Muffled Genzo as he settled his feet over the table relaxingly.

Ken nodded slightly " They won't tell. Perhaps he's safe?"

" I don't know. I just had that feeling brush up on me." Whispered Tsubasa, gruffly. " I don't know if it's just me, but I feel something weird coming up…"

Deciding to put up a more welcoming discussion, Taro astonishingly said, " I couldn't believe we're in the Tower of Babel… I mean, this doesn't truly exist—right?"

Hyuga combed his hands through his hair and looked uncertain. " Are we even dreaming or is this real life?"

And suddenly, as if to answer their deep questions, Genzo heaved up his feet too much and fell down on the asphalt ground. A loud and sharp groan escaped his throat.

" Err…" Ken inspects Genzo's condition. " We're not dreaming." He continued, matter-of-factly.

Genzo continued groaning, " UGH, shit. I think I hit my head too hard… Am I bleeding?"

Tsubasa runs his fingers across Genzo's skull and he just felt a light bump. The Nankatsu Captain chuckled " Good thing for you it's not serious."

" It's rather strange she doesn't tell us anything about Shizuoka… Even Matsuyama. " Concluded Genzo in a strained voice to Tsubasa. " It pains me not to know how things are. She even told us never to touch anything or wander about the tower."

" That's not the only thing!" Hyuga added, stealing the spotlight " She even said the practice wasn't going to start not unless Tsubasa here, wakes up! Damn it, I'm already err—too relaxed."

" Pfft… It's only been a few minutes." Scorns Genzo as he runs a finger through his disheveled hair.

From the looks of things, they didn't have the guts to disobey Maria. She sounded too superior and even looked like one. It's as if a snap of her finger and Tsubasa will burn to death.

When they took a more observing look to their environment, they easily concluded something like Heaven, but the thought was dismissed, when they realized they weren't dead. There isn't a place like this in Earth, and there is no such literal thing as the Tower of Babel.

Their discussion was short-lived when five women entered. One of them is Maria. The room was suddenly hushed in deep penetrating silence.

" Good morning. I'm the fifth of the Mikos." Spoke the woman at the end, her voice was calm but had a tone of frankness. " I'm Adelle…"

Her hair is poignantly long and jet-black. But it has a surprising similarity to Ken's. A handful of bangs were present over the forehead. Her skin was fairly white but didn't look unhealthy. She nearly had Ken's trademark expression but was too feminine to be his real one.

" I'm the fourth." Said the second next to Adelle. " You can call me Rose." Her tone was mildly tenor but acceptable.

Rose's eyes were filled with potency and vigor. With attractive tan skin and wavy black hair. There are some bulges in her shrine dress that made her look between feminine and strong which is a perfect trait for a lively woman. She had a strong face nearly like Hyuga.

The third Miko next to Rose was mumbling a few inaudible words before she started " I'm the third as you guys probably noticed by now." She had a rather daring smile that made Genzo gape with reluctance " The name's Sophie."

You may know whom she resembles. Taut and highly ambitious looking, Sophie had that flexible position of superiority. With ebony eyes full of a hidden arrogance and extreme stubbornness, she looked feisty if angered. Her smile made Genzo feel awkwardly offended. And she had a practically Genzo trademarked glare.

The second hesitated a bit before speaking " I'm the second…" her innocence lightly matched Taro's as once she locked eyes with boys, she nearly cringed " My name's Yuuki."

Small and probably the only brown haired among the Mikos, Yuuki has bright looking grayish eyes. Looking able bodied yet fragile her skin was like porcelain. Her pose was undoubtedly simple but striking. She had a simple resemblance to Taro.

" Doppelgangers?" suggested Genzo in a queasy manner, slowly sliding down his seat.

Sophie winced before them. She suddenly let out an offended yell " What gall! To even call us Doppelgangers, Wakabayashi!"

" HUH?" sneered Genzo right back at her " Aren't I right, you female copy cat? Man, do I even look so damn hot as a woma—"

Sophie threw the nearest vase to Genzo. But the goalkeeper deftly caught it with one hand. Smirking widely at Sophie, Genzo ironically tried to stifle his laughter.

Wanting to counter back, Sophie was suddenly stopped by Maria. She didn't want fights under the discreet Tower of Babel, which is now sophisticatedly renewed by the Mikos.

" Now, we will officially begin the training." Spoke Adelle calmly as she pointed towards the inner chambers of the tower.

Tsubasa couldn't help but stifle a questioning tone. " B-But you said harsh training!" he halted the Mikos and protested, " Aren't we going to train outside?"

Maria shook her head and replied wryly " Well, we start with a bit of the academics." Her smile widened that made all the soccer pros shudder.

After a few minutes…

" Is THIS what they call BIT of the ACADEMICS?" gaped Hyuga at what's before them…

A gigantic library was present before two gargantuan redwood doors. With a shallow yet beautiful glass structure serving as a ceiling, the sun reflected beautifully and magnified under the heavy glass. Rows and rows of diminishing shelves filled with books filled almost half of the space while the free spaces were occupied with mahogany carved Italian tables. On the lightly artful color of the walls matched the whole structure.

" Err, I think they want US to read all of this." Mumbles the shock Taro to the motionless Tsubasa, unable to picture the unimaginable thing before them.

" Everything within this library contains knowledgeable facts and spells and articles about White and Black Magic. From the most ancient spells to the modern ones, and from every kind of potion—to the most used up until to the forbidden ones. You will need not any lecture for everything to learn about Magic are here." Explained Maria plainly, pointing to every shelf visible.

The five were silent after awhile, before Ken suddenly spoke " What are we going to learn in White Magic? Are there any specific items?" Oddly, his voice sounded nearly excited.

Rose, Hyuga's counterpart replied contentedly " Ahh, good point there. You are to learn what are listed down the board over at the middle of the hallway."

" I'm so sorry, but as Maria and Sophie insisted, you all are to be locked within this room for the whole day." Spoke Taro's counterpart, Yuuki, while twiddling with her uniformed pleated skirt.

" WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN!" bellowed Genzo in an unconvinced voice while his expression fumed in utter mistrust.

" YOU KNOW WHAT YUUKI MEANT! OR ARE YOU STUPID ENOUGH TO KNOW?" countered the angered Sophie.

" WHY YOU—!"

" Are you serious?" asked Taro sincerely, almost all too suddenly, just to stop Genzo from spouting obscenities at the now hot-tempered Sophie

Maria nodded in her reply.

Tsubasa quickly asked again before Genzo can talk " Will we be still given the same treatment—err—hospitality?"

Maria nodded again. " Yes, lodging and meals will be prepared. But you're not allowed to go out of this room at all times."

All of the chosen ones nodded briskly. And then, Sophie spoke in a mildly angered tone " Once the day had passed, on the next day, you will have a health examination then after that, physically training your bodies."

Genzo was ready to burst in with a remark but was immediately halted by an excited Hyuga. " Jeez! Why didn't you say so!" Hyuga commented with a big grin " The sooner we study, the sooner we'll have the real thrill of training!"

After the five Mikos exited the library and locked the door, the big five heaved big sighs. They briskly walked down the waning hallways of books until they arrived at the dead center. From there, a big black board was posted. Chalk writing was formal from there as columns and categories were heavily listed on one side. And on the other side are charts of mystical terminologies in White Magic, The Art of Spiritism and Spiritualism, White Divination, and lastly, the Counters of Black Magic.

Genzo couldn't believe what was included at that chart are subjects that he couldn't possibly comprehend. Come to think of it, he wasn't the only one baffled by this. Even the others think how can they finish all that topics in just one day? Tsubasa even has his limited sanity when bonding with his books—let alone BIG SLABS of books containing about stuff he cannot possibly comprehend. Ken just looked excited like a giddy child about to open a much-awaited Christmas present. Hyuga too was confused for he had hardly any time with books. Taro was nearly boring himself by forcing his head to think deeply as he advanced from book to book.

At noon, piles and piles of books were already filling the table. Tsubasa's eyes were darting from a book called Mysteries and Spells of the Pure to the Dictionary of the Clever White Owl. All of the work was tiring, but very interesting since he is working with all of his best friends and researching about the most intriguing studies he ever knew existed. He felt himself being pulled in by the book's magic as he began to learn more and more. The more he read, the more complex it is—and interesting.

Taro was heavily succumbed in reading the piles of books and scrolls that were scattered on the table. When he hardly had any time exploring each page, he took rolls of parchment and a bottle of ink with an odd quill. After jotting down information, he hardly had any difficulty handling ink with and a quill. He now had a prolonged time to memorize and ponder on the books he sought important.

At the almost dead corner of the room, Hyuga was seated cross-legged reading a few thick and page marked books at the same time. It was odd though. A while ago, after he recognized the quiet area, he felt cold, as if even if the area was caged with marbled walls, it all felt cold. But he now didn't care that much since all of his concentration poured on the pages of the big leather bound books.

Genzo was strolling down the aisle, reading a big and old book that he carried with his two hands. It was Genzo's habit to read while walking, so as not to let himself fall asleep. With so much focus on his book, he felt obliged to do a few spells listed down. The book he was currently holding on was the one he first set his sights on, which was named Pyromancy to the Divine. But, there was also another book he was holding—A much more light one hidden under the big slab. Oneiromancies Made Simple is its title. Genzo had a small fascination with the thought of being able to know the art to foresee dreams, like his rather similar function to the element fire.

Among all of the people within the library, Ken had revealed a secret. A secret so big that it was thought impossible that a man like him could have. He had an obsession with Magic. Settling over a table that he only occupies, he gathers as much books as he can hold and pile them up on his table. Ranging from his personal favorites, The Art of Psychics, Clairvoyance Made Simple, Secret Artifacts of the Supernatural, etc. Up until that driven obsession took him to the Basis of Altering Space, and Hidden Spells for Wise Use.

And without them noticing, the door barged wide open with trays of foods and pitchers of water. The fifth Miko, Adelle, left the food there and with a snap of her finger and a small glow from the big pinkish white orb hanging on her robes, the trays of food floated in mid air and secretly traveled to the only table that wasn't occupied.

And that's the time they only noticed.

When Adelle was about to lock the gargantuan doors from the outside, she can clearly hear their praises for their insatiable hunger that they forgot was present when they were engrossed in their reading. She smiled softly yet quickly to herself and when she was about to leave, she felt a strong presence beneath the door.

" Thanks for the food, Miss Adelle." Spoke a familiarly calm yet strikingly thankful voice over the doors.

Adelle replied kindly " You're too kind. And—you can call me Adelle." Her broad expression broke into a sympathetic smile as she left.

On the other side of the door, Ken can hear the soft footsteps slowly faint in the distance.


It was a bit unexciting for the five to be at their studies than to be out there battling evil. But soon, all their studies and labor will pay off. Studying intently for the good of oneself and for others is considered a simple but hard value. Being knowledgeable in the field of White Magic is a big advantage for the five—for the troubles that lay ahead are foreboding and tragic…

From afar, screams of help were easily ignored and insensibly deaf to human ears, as Hell's five were instantaneously torturing some of the most people that needed to be. One of the tortured was a captured Matsuyama. Immediately imprisoned at the instance the calamity was over.

Growling under his breath, Matsuyama bit his already bleeding lip as the ningyou no kuroi gnawed and tore his flesh. Blood splattered across the room as another blow of black aura plow against Matsuyama's skin.

" I WILL NEVER SURRENDER TO THE LIKES OF YOU!"

The Furano Captain vowed, then he continued to curse in front of the most devilish person able to walk the face of the earth. This person—no—demonic creature smiled sinisterly and replied, " Those curses are futile! Give it up and tell where the fuck Tsubasa is!"

Matsuyama's eyes glanced softly on the ground, easily ignoring the cruel German as he instantly draws out a German pistol. " Tell me… Or else, I'll end your life now."

The Furano Captain doesn't reply, he instead breathes in calmly.

Yoshiko, I'm a hopeless bastard who fell head over heels in love with you… I bet you know that by now. I'd wish you could find another jerk that can live his life to the fullest for you.

Tsubasa, good luck… And I'm sorry I won't be there to see you triumph. But I know you can do it. Because you're such a miracle… Even in soccer, you can make miracles happen.

I guess this is goodbye for Furano's Captain, Hikaru Matsuyama.

As the last cock of the pistol sounded, Matsuyama fearlessly met the maniacal blue eyes of the Devil's advocate…

" I see you wish death so soon…" smirked the blue-eyed villain as he pointed the gun's tip at Matsuyama… " Any last words before I gun you down?"

" MAY GOD SMITE YOUR FUCKING SOUL, SCHNEIDER!"

BANG!

To be continued…

A/N: OMG, this is the LONGEST chapter I've written! Ha, ha, ha! Lots of angst for Matsuyama. Gosh, what am I doing! Jeez, making Matsuyama an odd and poetic farewell, seemed… weird. Please give me your best comments! Because I did my best writing this!

Haha! How are the Mikos? And I'm pretty much sure that you guys understood them.

There will be no pairings amongst the Mikos and their students. (Ha,ha! Students!)

Gosh, I'm blaming the blue-eyed Devil's advocate for everything! (bleh!) And the Matsuyama thing slipped in my mind. I mean, it was like, what happened to him? So I did this… stupid thing. ARGH! Stupid ANGST! Please don't be angry with me for doing this! Wait, DAMN! I think you're really going to get angry wiff me! Nooo! Heh, We ALL love Matsuyama!

Ha, skip the Matsuyama thing for a while. I hope that the information about the Mikos are okay. The books I've mentioned are all fictional. Took me some time in figuring a good title. And I need a title to describe all the five chosen ones. Heaven's five? Fujutsu five? Hell's five? Heaven and Hell sounds spectacular! I'll go with that!

LASTLY… It is still unknown if Matsuyama will die. I mean, I know you'll just reply why the fuck does he have a really melodramatic goodbye if he doesn't die? Well, I SAID IT IS STILL UNKNOWN! (spastic twitching ensues) Anyways, PLEASE REVIEW!