Author note at the bottom...
"Run! That thing's a damn monster!"
A dark figure ran across the night sky, chasing after several punks who were running like their lives depended on it.
"Quick! In here!"
They ran into the narrow alley, blending into the shadows while heading towards the back space. The dark figure appeared on the roof, the night wind blowing across his coat and making it glide a bit. The figure didn't give a smile, but they all felt the same feeling of a mouse that was being cornered by a cat.
But as the saying goes, a cornered rat will bite the cat.
As the figure dropped down into the middle of the court, someone shouted "Now!" as the sound of a button being pressed was heard. A cage suddenly appeared from the ground, trapping the figure inside without any method of escape. The group of punks all reached for a gun and quickly aimed at the figure, who briefly removed his cloak before wrapping it around himself. Numerous shots rang in the area as all of them fired shot after shot until their guns clicked from the lack of ammo. They all stared as the figure didn't move, then suddenly, there was a rustle from the coat as it swirled around to reveal the figure perfectly unharmed. He grabbed the bar as it suddenly cracked and fell to pieces. Sliding out, he looked around before speaking.
"So, do you have any other tricks?"
A number of bodies were spread out across the court, which resembled street art if someone were to look from above. One lone figure stood, staring up into the moon as he wondered if this was all the world had to offer. Just before he was about to leave, something started to gently float down from the night sky towards him. He blinked twice to check that it wasn't his imagination before reaching out to grab an envelope. Turning it over, he saw that there was some kind of blood red stamp sealing the contents while the front had something strange written on it.
"To whomever this may concern"
A young boy, wearing long pants and an open sweater with a blue shirt underneath, yawned as he walked along the street toward his house. He twirled his long black hair while shifting his eyes over to the side. It was another boring day at school. The teachers told him that his grades were plummeting again, and gave him the same stupid lecture about how his life was going to reach a decline if he didn't shape up or something like that.
"It's not like I'm a complete idiot…"
On the contrary, the boy was quite intelligent. Despite his records at school, he was just as smart, if not smarter, as several of the advanced classes. However, the problem didn't lie in his IQ, but in something else that disturbed him.
Reaching his house, he went up the steps and knocked on the door. There was a moment before the door opened to reveal a familiar person with caramel-skin, hair that fell to his shoulders, and eyes that were a deep shade of lavender.
"Good Afternoon Ryo-san."
"Afternoon Natsobe…"
The boy named Ryo took off his shoes as he tossed his bag on the couch and sat down while sighing heavily. His lookalike gave a curious look while walking over and taking a seat.
"Is there something wrong?"
"No, just the usual stuff…"
"Ah, so you mean the lack of friends?"
"Sort of…" Ryo sighed. "I don't know why I needed to go to a public school instead of continuing my studies at home…"
"Well your parents did force you to go, but I'm pretty sure that's it's all for your best interests…"
"What do you know? It's not like they're your parents…"
"Actually they are, because…"
"Shut up…"
He grabbed Natsobe's arm and the lookalike disappeared into thin air, leaving no trace that he existed except for the small crease in the spot he was sitting at. Ryo sighed as he turned his head up towards the ceiling and gave a blank stare.
After a while, he thought of the mail that was sitting on the kitchen table, and went over to check things out. It was filled with the usual bills, advertisements, and bank statements, but the thing that caught his attention was an envelope with the front marked "To whomever this may concern"
A red moon shone brightly above a large castle at the edge of a cliff. A silver-haired maiden with black streaks was waking up from her bed and staring out the window of her room before yawning. She started undressing herself, and went to a mirror to check her body for anything strange before snapping her fingers. Hands appeared from the shadows that stretched to her closet and returned with several kinds of clothing. After some time passed, she ended up wearing a long white and blue dress with a floral pattern, along with light blue heels. She went to her desk and opened one of the drawers to take out a small box. Inside, there was a pendant that resembled a black bat-like wing that she attached around her neck. She gave one last look in the mirror before nodding and opening the door.
She sat down alone in the dining room with a plate of food and a cup of juice. She silently ate and drank before elegantly wiping her mouth and leaving the dishes to her "servants". Ghostly figures appeared to gather her dishes while she went to the entrance. She hesitated before opening the door, and walked across the lawn to gather her mail. Anybody who knew her well would have noticed that despite her indifferent facade, she was walking slightly faster than normal to ignore the graffiti on her wall. Crude pictures of her being tied to a cross or being stabbed with a knife were drawn several places, but words like "FREAK!", "CURSED CHILD", "DIE!", and the like had practically filled the area. She finally reached the mailbox and gathered the few envelopes inside before walking back and slamming the door.
She had already known what to expect, but she sifted through the envelopes anyways before tossing all the mail from her "fans" into the space in front of her. Gritting her teeth, she sat into her chair and just stared into the space in front of her.
"Dammit…why am I stuck with such a damn, miserable life?"
She was about to go back to bed when she noticed that there was an envelope that was different from what she normally saw, mixed among the hate mail. She walked over and bent down to pick up the envelope as she read the front.
"To whomever this may concern"
A blond-haired elementary student was walking next to a riverbed, wearing a classic school uniform and holding a schoolbag. She sighed heavily as she stared at the sky.
"I wonder where nii-san went to…"
She started to twirl her bag while looking depressed. But she suddenly slapped her face lightly before making a determined face.
"No! I don't need to worry too much! He'll be fine!"
She punched the air and started to walk confidently for a few steps before she froze.
"But wait...what if he was seduced by some evil temptress who tricked him into working for her as her slave? No, that can't be, nii-san is much too smart for that. But then again, he always seemed to have a sort of thing for girls…"
The girl started to get depressed again as she started to worry about her brother's fate and shook her head in frustration.
"AAAA GEEZ! I want to try and find nii-san as soon as possible, but I don't have a clue as to where he might be! NII-SAN, WHERE ARE YOU?!"
Just after she shouted to the heavens, something gently landed on her face. She grabbed what looked like an envelope with a red stamp on it. She turned it over to the front and furrowed her brow as she read the front.
"To whomever this may concern"
Walking alongside a large bridge, a young man was yawning with boredom as he started mumbling to himself.
"Ahhhh…I'm bored….there's nothing fun to do around here…"
He sifted through his hair, brushing the pink streaks on his left side that covered his eye. He scratched his head while staring out into the sky. People that passed by would stare at him because of his appearance. The pink streaks among his black hair was already unusual enough, but the young man was wearing a long dark jacket with rips and tears on it to represent the many battles he must have fought. He had bandages wrapped around his hands and arms, and weapons were strapped to each side of his waist (A Shinai on his left and a Bokken on his right), further emphasizing the dangerous feel. In short, the young man gave off the look of a Japanese gangster/Samurai-wannabe.
The young man must have grown tired of the whispers about him because he suddenly took out his shinai with one hand and brought it to the air.
"You people have a problem with me?!" he asked smiling.
Slamming the wooden sword down, the bridge suddenly rumbled as a line started to form from the spot where the shinai landed. The bridge started to creak, making people run away as fast as they could while it started to collapse on one side. Cars, bikes, and other methods of transportation fell into the water along with some debris. The young man, standing on top of the bridge sighed as he was all alone.
"This whole world is boring, especially since I haven't seen him in a while. I wonder where he went…"
As he turned his head towards the sky, an envelope gently fell towards him. He caught the suspicious object and turned to find an unusual piece of writing on it.
"To whomever this may concern"
"Please…just don't hurt me!"
In the alleyway between two buildings, a young girl found herself being cornered by a couple of punks who were licking their lips very pervertedly.
"Oh, we're not gonna hurt you little lady, we just want o have some fun!"
"Yeah, after all, it's not like anyone else would understand our games…it's like a fun little lesson for you…"
"Yup, we're just going to educate you a little bit…"
The girl kept backing up closer and closer to the wall as the two perverts started to step closer and closer.
"Now then, how about we start the games?"
"...No…please…I just wanted to know more about the murders around here…"
"Huh? Why would you want to know about that crap?"
"I-I-It's just…"
"It doesn't matter what the hell happened around here! This is a lawless society where nothing matters! You should be more worried about yourself!"
The girl fell silent as her head dropped.
"I…I guess you're right…"
The two of them started to reach out and grab her when she started to chuckle. The chuckle suddenly brought a devilish smile with it as she gave an evil glance.
"It doesn't matter what happens here…"
Her blood-red eyes suddenly started to glow as the two punks started to panic…
"*Sigh* no luck here either…"
The girl sat down on the bodies of her "victims", who were lying on the ground motionless. Taking her bag, she brought out a black jacket that covered her black shirt and torn jeans, along with a pair of rubber shoes to replace the heels that tortured her feet. After making the quick change, she brushed her ocean-blue hair somewhat seductively before giving another sigh.
"I wonder if there's something else I can do besides grasping for information. It's not like I want to be some justice freak, but I don't feel satisfied with what I'm doing anymore…"
Checking her bag for anything she may have missed, she found an envelope with some strange writing on it.
"To whomever this may concern"
"Boys and girls with wondrous talents and much distress, I address thee! If you strive to test your Gifts, then cast aside your friends, your possessions, your world, and come to our Little Garden"
There was a sudden flash of light as each of the recipients was bathed in a bright glow. After their eyes had adjusted, each of them looked around to see that they were falling from the sky and towards the world below. Two of them glanced at the others, three kept calm, and the last one looked like she wanted to scream but couldn't. At that moment, they all thought the exact same thing
"What the hell is going on?!"
So first things first I guess, I'd like to thanks everyone for sending in your OCs to me. I promise that I will do my best to make an interesting story with the stuff I've got, but of course, you are all free to just stop reading and throw this story out your alert list if you feel like it's getting boring or something like that (LOL).
About the number of characters, I've gotten about 6 people who sent in an OC, and I thought about taking a few off, but I guess that's really for you guys to decide. If you all want your OC "gone" then just let me know. But I'm pretty sure I can work with everyone here, just as long as nobody expects their character to be featured in every chapter (Share the spotlight of course). Of course there's one more character, but she's not a "Problem child", so she'll be featured about a couple chapters later (I didn't forget, I promise).
OC applications are currently (and possibly forever) closed, but thanks to everyone who wanted to send one in from here on out. I'm really sorry about being unable to add in any more. Still, hope you guys all enjoy the story.
Finally, speaking of the story, I'm BEGGING you to PLEASE criticize it when you think it needs work. Good reviews are nice, but a bad review can help me improve. Feelings will not get hurt, so don't hold back.
Anyways, thanks for reading this, and I'll try to update whenever I can.