JULY 9, 2014.
Post by Kaito Leingrade on Jan 2, 2014 7:13:24 GMT -5
Timeline - One day after the "Stained Stars" incident.
There was no control. The waves of the new world were coming sooner than he'd realized as the charge of enemies were afoot. The world was changing, and yet he couldn't be ready for what was in store just as much as a soldier couldn't be readied for a mine on the battlefield in enemy territory. It was a game of hide and seek and the young male was truly a meal in the eyes of the many. The slimy creatures that met the eye in the starry lights filled the void of darkness set around them. They were true beasts, invisible to the eyes of the human population. They seek the only nourishment that can feel their bodies, the souls of mortal and spirit alike.
It was just as any day, except different. 24 hours ago he'd been changed into something he could not understand. Rising from the sheets of the covers in his bed as the world had seemed so different now that he knew the truth. A clear thought in his head, cycling through the memories of the masked creatures as they fed on the murdered gang members, he'd seen it all. Such a sight that no mortal should be capable, did they deserve to die. He didn't know the answer to such a question, his mind going blank. He felt sorry for them, for the men who died within the hunger of such beasts. They had no chance of victory, unlike Kaito who escaped only on coincidence to this new "power", a power he never wished for.
Taking his shirt on his back and keeping himself poised trying to figure out his next step as a person, he'd pondered. What could he have done better in his life that he didn't have to see such brutal destruction. Was it a curse wrought by the gods that he gained a power that he could barely control, a power such as punching with enough force to collapse walls or jumping with enough strength that he could destroy his surroundings. All that strength, yet all he felt was a weakness. Pinching the top of his nose, as he grasped for a shirt. The pain in his body hadn't left him. Bandages covered over his person, mostly over his arms and chest showing the scars of a desperate struggle between monsters and humans. Except, he felt no pain... What was this, how could he be undamaged? His hands frantic, he'd unwrapped them quickly with an expression of awe at his body. "Healing?" Expressing in an utterance of credibility towards such a feat. Such damage from having his bones cracked, skin ripped through and fists broken. It was all gone. Amazing.
Now thoughts once again ran through his head, what kind of abilities did he garner from the supposed "gift of the gods". He didn't ponder this long as he heard a familiar voice and tone. Quickly placing on a t-shirt, starting to move his hands against it to cover up the suddenly healed injuries of an incredible battle. It would be too early to raise suspicion of his special ability, they wouldn't understand especially if he didn't himself. He needed to keep it on a low profile! Or else-
"Kaito," It was sudden, as the man came in his room. "I see you're awake." It was Mr. Mayers, in his working clothes no less. It was to be understood since he worked outside of the dojo. "Listen, I don't know what happened to you last night, and I understand you want your privacy but don't abuse the principle of honesty in order to do whatever you want..." Mr. Mayers, the man who ran the dojo, who taught Kaito most of what he knew about fighting was also the main person to watch over him making sure he stayed out of trouble after having a living arrangement.
Usually Kaito was earnest and tried to be honest with others despite his stern and tough personality, but this time needed to be different thanks to special circumstances. "What do you mean, Mayers Sensei?" It was a depressing thought for him to have to lie and not say what was truly wrong. The man had walked forward, his fist clenching. "Don't play dumb! You were late past curfew last night, what happened?!" Again, the thought only became darker as he tried to spring together words and phrases that could make a coherent sentence but it only led to his cover being blown, effortlessly. "Well?!" Mayers was like a father-figure to him, and it hurt him to not have any way of showcasing a reasonable answer to his question. He wouldn't believe him, and even if he wasn't lying the characteristics of what happened the night before would still not be believed. So there was no choice, he clenched his eyes closed and bit his lip.
"I got into a fight last night, I started it..." It was true, he knew it and it was the most plausible thing, except Mr. Mayers didn't know about his little "vigilante" actions. But one thing Kaito did know was that although his sensei was a good man, he was serious and easily ran by his emotions. The redness of his face showed Kaito all he needed to know as Mayers had punched him in the chest, suddenly striking him with a powerful punch. A pity that Kaito couldn't actually feel such force, but that didn't stop him from reacting anyway. He'd grasped his stomach in the same notion of impact falling towards the ground in psuedo-anguish.
"One of the sacred rules of my dojo is to never fight without very good reason or to protect, getting into battles when you are a black belt in Hapkido can get you locked in juvenile! If that happens you would have no future, you would be looked down as scum!" It was true, by becoming a black belt in any martial arts or reaching the epitome of martial styles one became a lethal weapon that could kill a man with their bodies. Mayers knew this and had a strict rule on making it so that one's who fought in his dojo were either severely punished or expunged. Martial arts were for self-defense and not reckless action. It went double for someone as Kaito, who lived under Mayers same roof and even was his closest assistant. "Clean yourself up, today you will pay for your actions by way of training and discipline, I shall make sure. Hurry, you will be late for school." He'd exited the room, Kaito knew that the anger steamed from him, oozing said emotion as he was slowly yet surely gone from the vicinity of his room.
Kaito had stayed on the ground as he watched the floor-boards with neutral eyes. Not much could be said anyway, he'd told a half-truth but he knew it couldn't be helped as it would offset the balance of their relationship. Mr. Mayers was a good man, and he knew that his discipline was an act of fatherhood towards one who had none to teach him. He rose, taking a deep breath inwardly, the start of a new day, exhaling his breath to commence the beginning. A world that he'd never known would soon be unraveled.
He exited the dojo grasping his black-strapped bag into his hands, hearing the noises of horns resounding and other miscellaneous noises. It was just another day, or so he thought. Walking down the cemented path, on his way to high-school. He reached into his pocket pulling out a wrapped snack. Eating said snack with small bites. His mind tried to make heads and tails of his new-found power. The most basic question, where did they come from?
"I got into a fight last night, I started it..." It was true, he knew it and it was the most plausible thing, except Mr. Mayers didn't know about his little "vigilante" actions. But one thing Kaito did know was that although his sensei was a good man, he was serious and easily ran by his emotions. The redness of his face showed Kaito all he needed to know as Mayers had punched him in the chest, suddenly striking him with a powerful punch. A pity that Kaito couldn't actually feel such force, but that didn't stop him from reacting anyway. He'd grasped his stomach in the same notion of impact falling towards the ground in psuedo-anguish.
"One of the sacred rules of my dojo is to never fight without very good reason or to protect, getting into battles when you are a black belt in Hapkido can get you locked in juvenile! If that happens you would have no future, you would be looked down as scum!" It was true, by becoming a black belt in any martial arts or reaching the epitome of martial styles one became a lethal weapon that could kill a man with their bodies. Mayers knew this and had a strict rule on making it so that one's who fought in his dojo were either severely punished or expunged. Martial arts were for self-defense and not reckless action. It went double for someone as Kaito, who lived under Mayers same roof and even was his closest assistant. "Clean yourself up, today you will pay for your actions by way of training and discipline, I shall make sure. Hurry, you will be late for school." He'd exited the room, Kaito knew that the anger steamed from him, oozing said emotion as he was slowly yet surely gone from the vicinity of his room.
Kaito had stayed on the ground as he watched the floor-boards with neutral eyes. Not much could be said anyway, he'd told a half-truth but he knew it couldn't be helped as it would offset the balance of their relationship. Mr. Mayers was a good man, and he knew that his discipline was an act of fatherhood towards one who had none to teach him. He rose, taking a deep breath inwardly, the start of a new day, exhaling his breath to commence the beginning. A world that he'd never known would soon be unraveled.
He exited the dojo grasping his black-strapped bag into his hands, hearing the noises of horns resounding and other miscellaneous noises. It was just another day, or so he thought. Walking down the cemented path, on his way to high-school. He reached into his pocket pulling out a wrapped snack. Eating said snack with small bites. His mind tried to make heads and tails of his new-found power. The most basic question, where did they come from?
