Scared by the infamous face of a killer, the mother kept declining in a tremble, protecting her daughter in a blue hooded jacket.
“Give me the bagel… NOW”
The fuck?
All that for a damn bagel?
The boy sighs disappointedly.
Sometimes,
Motives sound stupid when said aloud, isn’t it?
“Hey!” the boy yells as he claps his hand twice walking into the scene. Attracting the man in black.
As the man in black is seen by the boy, the boy starts to struggle at walking forward.
“What?” said the infamous Noir Robin.
Not seeming to answer, Noir Robin turns back his gaze to the mother and daughter and continues the unfinished crime.
Shit
Shit
SHIT
It's actually him
It's my chance
The start of saving an old reputation
Fuck
My brain
Its giving me fears
The boy continues walking to the scene, menacingly shaking, with seriousness on his sweaty face, and doubts filling his fearful mind.
"Stop doing that sir, it's not cool", the boy attempted to save the mother and daughter.
"You seem not to know me, huh… Anyway, get off my business devil... go back to your place with your kind", replied Noir Robin.
Getting offended, the boy snapped his cool off, faintly clearing his fears over the infamous killer. He clenched his fingers into his palm, then walked in between the two sides.
“Wasting time, huh? How about wasting your time by killing ME, a devil! let’s see what you famously have”, said the boy as he rushed to Noir Robin.
“Hmph, this brat”
Noir Robin then grabs his signature pistol from his belt pocket, spins it in his middle finger cocking it in the process, aims it at the rushing boy, and pulls the trigger. The 20mm bullet swiftly traveled out through the boy’s left shoulder with the blood it passed and gave the hit spot a slight knockback.
Having a delayed reaction, the boy looked upon his just-now heavy shoulder. As he sees the blood, his purple eyes shrunken’ and starts to shout agonizingly as the impact of the bullet just reached his brain like a shockwave.
As the boy kept shouting in pain, his courage and goals got slightly blurred as well.
“And that’s what I have devil”
Noir Robin then rapidly raises his knees to the boy’s guts making him fall to the ground. As the boy is about to crouch in pain, Noir Robin kicks the boy’s right arm slamming him hard to the ground.
“Don’t you dare die on me devil”, Noir Robin coldly said as he stomped the boy’s shotted arm and crumbled its bone that had already been cracked by the bullet. “As you will be the one who will cover my trace tonight”
After one hard stomp, the boy is silenced with pupils covered in white and liquid streaming from his nose, eyes, and mouth.
With his right foot covered in blood, Noir Robin walks to the mother and daughter.
“Now then, where are we?... Oh, yea, WHAT IS YOUR ANSWER?”
Noir Robin aimed the pistol at the mother and daughter in a flash, making the motherhood tremble with the blue-haired daughter starting to sob.
Not receiving a response, Noir Robin slowly cocks the pistol.
“Huh?”
In a brief amount of silence, Noir Robin sighs.
“Well then… Impatience will be the cause of your demises”
Noir Robin instantly pulls the trigger, as the bullet gets revealed from the flame, the mother draws her face in disbelief with the daughter closes her eyes shut.
Out of nowhere, a bark of wood goes flying and gets hit by the bullet. As the bullet passes through, the bark flips hard with enough force to snatch Noir Robin’s pistol away.
While the pistol is going in the same direction as the bark, the bullet still flies. The bullet is still heading to the mother’s terrified face. As it lands, the bullet loses its impact and only makes contact with the mother’s forehead and falls to the ground.
In shock, Noir Robin looked back at the boy. Little did he know that the boy was already rushing near to his direction in a raging cry and got his guts a blow with enough impact to raise him midair.
Starting to fall from midair, Noir Robin coughs hard in pain. The boy then tackled Noir Robin with his shot arm and locked him with his right arm in all his might.
"Weird girl's mom, escape with your daughter now... and report it to any higher-up that you could find as soon as possible!" demanded the boy.
"Her Name is Yumichi you idiot!" the mother responds. "One of the future owners of the Yachi Pastry"
"Yukinky or Bakamichi whatever, just find FUCKING someone"
The mother and Yumichi then start to run while the boy struggles on holding Noir Robin.
"Get off me… YOU DAMN FUCKING DEVIIIIIIIL"
As time passed by, At Bomei, the mother found Raiden lying on a grassy downhill and reported the situation regarding the boy. Without any response, Raiden proceeds to run.
In front of the Yachi residence, the boy is about to lose hold of Noir Robin. The boy bit Noir Robin’s mask to hold longer yet failed and tore it off. Noir Robin then pushes the boy and catches his breath.
Meanwhile, the boy stares in disbelief and jitter thoughts as he witnesses a familiar face beneath the mask.
The unmasked Noir Robin then laughs hysterically as he bends his upper body, raising his head to the lunar sky.
“Ashites are really a pain… RIGHT?”
While facing the bright night sky, Noir Robin suddenly released a maniacal grin, he then looked eye-to-eye with the boy and revealed himself with the same growing grin. The man whom the boy looked up to, The man whom the boy thought befriended, The man whom the boy protected. The man behind the infamous serial killer, The man behind the mask, The man behind Noir Robin. Is none other than, Naiyhto Makushi.
“Hmn, the stupid devil. Getting into my business like a rat… Well, thank goodness killing an Ashite is part of the law, as I will not have any remorse on this execution. And as tradition, I, the victim, had lost a client because of YOU. That is the cause of my suing… Now, my expected punishment to you is neither worse than the other Ashites… A DEATH SENTENCE”
With the boy’s guard still down in shock. Naiyhto rushed and gave a hard blow to the boy’s face then started to attack constantly.
"You… and your pesky… rotten lineage… doesn't belong… to this village-country… you all deserve… to die… you FUCKING KILLERS"
In tears, the boy released a rageful cry, from his right hand, gray-colored hexagons started to appear and condensed themselves, materializing a sword that looked like a knight blade. He swung it around and severely slashed Naiyhto’s back.
"For the last 12 years of my existence, nothing new?" the boy coldly said. Yet inside, he is happy as his Arcanae ability finally came out.
[Arcanae: A magic system harnessed by the Homura race which allows them to generate an ability from a life-force-kind of hexagons that’s produced and afloat from one’s veins on any part of its body]
“Hmn, this bastard” Naiyhto whispers. His Arcanae energy flow is different... more different than the rest of the Ashites… What is this?”
In the Homura Secret Mission Facility, Hyu and Ko, and the rest of the Ashite clan are currently on a break after a mission.
In a blink of an eye, sword-based Arcanae energy flow has emerged from a distance. It was felt by everyone inside the facility like a shockwave in their veins, yet most of them ignored it.
Worried, Hyu courageously stands up and proceeds to walk to their Commander and bows his head in front of a dark cyan-haired man with bright red eyes, lightning ahoge, and a blue and black camouflage-like clothing representing a Commander’s uniform.
"Commander Aston Lissclion, may we have a petition?", Hyu requested.
"What?", Aston responds. Wait, the energy feels close, and yet, it's not from any of the people inside?
"We felt an enormous amount of Arcanae energy in a distance that is similar to ours'', Hyu continues. "May we have your permission to follow it?"
As they hear the acceptance, the Ashite clan along with Aston rushes to the source of the energy.
At the battle, Raiden arrived at the location and witnessed a desperate Naiyhto trying to land a blow on the boy.
"What the hell is going on here Naiyhto?"
"AGHHH, 10 Seals: Paralysis"
Naiyhto kicked Raiden in rage with a black glare at the foot, paralyzing Raiden as the black glare traveled through his body and got flown to a nearby tree.
Dang, it, I can't move, Raiden mumbles. What the… Such impeccable energy for a kid… Is this… the power he kept hidden from everyone?
As Naiyhto turns his attention back to the boy. The boy is shaking as he forcefully split the knight's blade into two. More same colored hexagons came out of the boy’s hands and filled up parts of the split-up blade and one got materialized into a katana, while the other dissolved. The boy then catches up to his breath, controlling his Arcanae energy flow at the same time.
“Wha… the flow… IT BECAME STRONGER” cried Naiyhto and Raiden with pupils shrunk.
"Raiden... Naiyhto…” the boy coldly said with a smirk.
The boy then raises his head and grins bigger despite his sorry state as hexagons materialize as a support to his broken shoulder allowing him to use it again.
“The name is Vincent Ashite... a proud kin from the Ashite lineage... and I wield… the Sword Arcanae"
From a distance, Naiyhto can feel the pressure from the energy that Vincent released in such a long time. Raiden does feel it too, but his paralysis prevented him from reacting, yet he is still shocked. "Hmn, flexing too MUCH?" Naiyhto responds as he does 20 ancestral hand signs, then incants 20 Seals: Flash Step, teleporting himself to Vincent. Naiyhto draws closer with a smirk. Coldly, Vincent goes to a stance, keeps his katana on his left shoulder, and swiftly draws it forward. It then disappeared into thousand hexagon pieces floating around him. I thought I’ve made friends, Instead, I’ve made the ones who will cause my own to perish. “Sword Style, Manipulate: Rushing Barrier” The hexagons stopped floating, and each materialized into razor-sharp slash rays connecting to a nearby hexagon and slowly forming a sphere of continuous slashes protecting Vincent within. As Naiyhto continue his flash step, he noticed the rushing light of slashes drawing in his direction. He managed to
June 10, 3142, Four months after the Bomei Elementary School ceremony. Vincent, inside his consciousness at the mask’s environment with the sealed being now comprehensible by its mask. The mask sighs in boredom as Vincent walks toward it. “What exactly are you? My guy”, Vincent positively asks. “Huh?” blankly replied by the mask. “Like, what kind of being are you?” “Why do you care about such information?” “Eh, I dunno, maybe you could be my friend or ally or something” “Not a chance for a mere vessel” “Wellll, could I get your name at least?” The mask sighs, moments after, a grunt is heard. The mask looked to its front, a terrified Vincent got struck by a yellow streak of lightning towards his head, making the mask shocked. Vincent fell to the flesh-like grounds and held his head with both hands, grunting continuously from pain. Vincent screams in an attempt to restrain the pain, the mask thinks it's an act and remains cold. The moment the mask’s eyelid is close to blinking,
June 10, 3142, 10:20 AM. HSMA interrogation room. A sound of beaten flesh surrounded the silence of the isolated underground room below Homura. Then follows a splat of blood rushing like rain as blows throw it away from the figure’s beaten-up body. Behind the beat-up is a soundproof glass work with a single fluorescent producing a classical-yellow glare representing the aging item. The light reveals a black-haired man in the same HSMA uniform as the one who’s beating up. There, the man examines a familiar syringe with every piece of equipment the room had. [HSMA Uniform: A sign of being an official member of Homura Secret Mission Agency consisting of a funnel-collared black long sleeve with a certain color combination which tells a member what area of Homura he/she will focus on] The man grabs a flashlight and holds it with his mouth aiming forward as he picks up the scalpel and slowly sliced the syringe. Getting a test tube, he transferred the droplets of the sketchy liquid into i
June 10, 3142, 10:40 AM, Kyourou-ho Hospital: Asoko Branch. Aston is walking to the hallway of the establishment while looking at the number tags above the patient’s doors. He stopped in front of one, Room #665. Raised his right arm, and attempted to knock on the door. The door opened before so, revealing a red-haired girl standing with its anesthetic stand as support, reminiscing Naiyhto. “Are you, Nozomi Makushi?” The girl nods coldly. “Where’s brother?” Nozomi asked in demand. Aston gazes at the cross above Nozomi’s bed. Noticing, Nozomi starts to cry and loses grip on her anesthetic stand. He then attempted to help her get up, but as he got closer to Nozomi. “I will kill you— Vincent Ashite” Shocked, Aston swiftly turned his head around the room and saw a television parallel to Nozomi’s bed. Aston swiftly got out of a sobbing Nozomi’s room and busted rushing out of the hospital. He speedwalks with his hands inside his pockets with an alarming expression. How? How can it b
June 9, 3142, Lissclion clan residence. Blaze is standing, observing something at a window. He watches the situation outside in a hollow as a cry of a little boy kept louder in grunts. As he watches the beating, he recalls the news he saw in the last month of the fourth. He then crunched both of his hands inside his pockets as he recalled every word the boy spoke at that specific news and aggressively gritted his teeth. That guy, His words annoy me, Even just a syllable of it, It makes me puke to myself. But even so, He is strong, And his strength, Interest’s me A knocking sound came from the other side of his room and a woman clearing her throat followed. Blaze casually turned his head towards it, and calmly stomped his left foot twice. “This is Maid Aeris, someone has come to meet you, Master Lissclion” Blaze slowly walked to the door and stopped near it with a cold expression, and sighed. “For seven dang years, Master Lissclion is nonexistent” Without Maid Aeris’s answ
Amidst the fight, Blaze starts to weaken from the blows he threw to Ren, which is still mysteriously untouched. Blaze currently sped up in circles as fast as the remaining of his energy could. While his eyes are still on Ren’s casual position, the same question occurs. Why can’t I hit him? Other than that, how can he hit me without any physical contact? Blaze finches his eyes and is glad to notice that Ren’s fists have fresh-made bruises. He immediately charged toward Ren with a smile on his demolished face. Ren, still unknowingly clueless, began to smile and slowly tilts his head toward Blaze in an uncanny way. Even running faster than the falling leaves, it startles Blaze. He stared longer at Ren’s face, and his uncanny face became disturbingly wrinkled. Blaze decides to end this and quickly throws a fist loaded with his Arcanae energy towards Ren’s face. But as it got closer, his gaze can’t be moved from the death stare of Ren’s right eye. Then it suddenly tilted to the side as
June 12, 3142, Two days after Ren’s chaotic exam. It’s Independence Day. Everything is full of color, children are running happily in the streets, the annual carnival is as packed as ever, and the people are hanging small flags with the country’s yin-yang-looking crest embroidered in blue and sewn in red fabric making it look like a flag. It is, after all, a jolly Homura day.From the 2nd door to the left on the 3rd floor of Homura Academy’s dormitory. A familiar voice kept whispering in the distance of Vincent’s sleepy ear in a nervous. Later, the voice clears its throat.“Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up—”Vincent is still out cold. Paired with snoring, and embraced his body pillow with his arms and legs. This annoys the familiar voice as it releases a frustrated sigh. The voice whispered once again with steps heard from the ground.“Your mom is outside, bissshhhh”Suddenly, a hard wave of breeze passed by the familiar voice and the sound of the door creak follow
June 16, 3142, Sunday. In the woods, Ren is conversing with the old man. As it progresses, he lays down the ground full of dead leaves and insults the old man.“From all the things you could’ve done, why an athletic competition?”“Just do it, kid”“Fuck you, I’m not announcing them that for a worldwide entry exam”The old man proceeds to walk without minding Ren’s ranting. As he stopped, he showed Ren a button from a pen he picked from his pocket and looked back.“Threatening me now, huh?”“No… just reminding you who’s in control”The old man continued to walk while Ren walked in the opposite direction, pissed off over the old man’s request.6:15 AM, June 17, 3142, Monday. In the Homura Academy dormitory, Vincent and Blaze are currently arguing in their room with Shado silently trying to push them from getting near to each other.“I TOLD YOU, YOU CAN’T KILL PEOPLE JUST LIKE THAT”“---FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO THEN? Watch them die? Scream? OR GETTING TRAUMATIZED OF A FUCKING BAGEL”“But
In a mysterious office. A cyan-haired figure enters in the middle of the silent night and pats the sleeping white-haired man within. It then woke up and stretched its arms, yawning.“Do you know what time it is?” Asked the man.“Sir, it's 4 in the morning. It’s time for us to go”“Ahh, yes… correct”The man then smiled as he stand up.Let’s see, if we can find… one of the vessels. Tch heheheeJune 19, 3142, Homura Academy. The day has come, Homura Academy’s annual Olympiad-like event. An event where students are supposed to have fun as their parents watch them in the same manner. And yet, some don’t follow the same formula. Some see the event as a day to have fun, while some see it as serious business for either themselves or the clan which they proudly represented in their classes.The crowd with a variety of clans began to fill the bleachers of the establishment in which the event is held, waiting for their kids to appear from the entrance proudly.Blaze enters the gates of the acad
June 16, 3142, Sunday. In the woods, Ren is conversing with the old man. As it progresses, he lays down the ground full of dead leaves and insults the old man.“From all the things you could’ve done, why an athletic competition?”“Just do it, kid”“Fuck you, I’m not announcing them that for a worldwide entry exam”The old man proceeds to walk without minding Ren’s ranting. As he stopped, he showed Ren a button from a pen he picked from his pocket and looked back.“Threatening me now, huh?”“No… just reminding you who’s in control”The old man continued to walk while Ren walked in the opposite direction, pissed off over the old man’s request.6:15 AM, June 17, 3142, Monday. In the Homura Academy dormitory, Vincent and Blaze are currently arguing in their room with Shado silently trying to push them from getting near to each other.“I TOLD YOU, YOU CAN’T KILL PEOPLE JUST LIKE THAT”“---FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO THEN? Watch them die? Scream? OR GETTING TRAUMATIZED OF A FUCKING BAGEL”“But
June 12, 3142, Two days after Ren’s chaotic exam. It’s Independence Day. Everything is full of color, children are running happily in the streets, the annual carnival is as packed as ever, and the people are hanging small flags with the country’s yin-yang-looking crest embroidered in blue and sewn in red fabric making it look like a flag. It is, after all, a jolly Homura day.From the 2nd door to the left on the 3rd floor of Homura Academy’s dormitory. A familiar voice kept whispering in the distance of Vincent’s sleepy ear in a nervous. Later, the voice clears its throat.“Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up—”Vincent is still out cold. Paired with snoring, and embraced his body pillow with his arms and legs. This annoys the familiar voice as it releases a frustrated sigh. The voice whispered once again with steps heard from the ground.“Your mom is outside, bissshhhh”Suddenly, a hard wave of breeze passed by the familiar voice and the sound of the door creak follow
Amidst the fight, Blaze starts to weaken from the blows he threw to Ren, which is still mysteriously untouched. Blaze currently sped up in circles as fast as the remaining of his energy could. While his eyes are still on Ren’s casual position, the same question occurs. Why can’t I hit him? Other than that, how can he hit me without any physical contact? Blaze finches his eyes and is glad to notice that Ren’s fists have fresh-made bruises. He immediately charged toward Ren with a smile on his demolished face. Ren, still unknowingly clueless, began to smile and slowly tilts his head toward Blaze in an uncanny way. Even running faster than the falling leaves, it startles Blaze. He stared longer at Ren’s face, and his uncanny face became disturbingly wrinkled. Blaze decides to end this and quickly throws a fist loaded with his Arcanae energy towards Ren’s face. But as it got closer, his gaze can’t be moved from the death stare of Ren’s right eye. Then it suddenly tilted to the side as
June 9, 3142, Lissclion clan residence. Blaze is standing, observing something at a window. He watches the situation outside in a hollow as a cry of a little boy kept louder in grunts. As he watches the beating, he recalls the news he saw in the last month of the fourth. He then crunched both of his hands inside his pockets as he recalled every word the boy spoke at that specific news and aggressively gritted his teeth. That guy, His words annoy me, Even just a syllable of it, It makes me puke to myself. But even so, He is strong, And his strength, Interest’s me A knocking sound came from the other side of his room and a woman clearing her throat followed. Blaze casually turned his head towards it, and calmly stomped his left foot twice. “This is Maid Aeris, someone has come to meet you, Master Lissclion” Blaze slowly walked to the door and stopped near it with a cold expression, and sighed. “For seven dang years, Master Lissclion is nonexistent” Without Maid Aeris’s answ
June 10, 3142, 10:40 AM, Kyourou-ho Hospital: Asoko Branch. Aston is walking to the hallway of the establishment while looking at the number tags above the patient’s doors. He stopped in front of one, Room #665. Raised his right arm, and attempted to knock on the door. The door opened before so, revealing a red-haired girl standing with its anesthetic stand as support, reminiscing Naiyhto. “Are you, Nozomi Makushi?” The girl nods coldly. “Where’s brother?” Nozomi asked in demand. Aston gazes at the cross above Nozomi’s bed. Noticing, Nozomi starts to cry and loses grip on her anesthetic stand. He then attempted to help her get up, but as he got closer to Nozomi. “I will kill you— Vincent Ashite” Shocked, Aston swiftly turned his head around the room and saw a television parallel to Nozomi’s bed. Aston swiftly got out of a sobbing Nozomi’s room and busted rushing out of the hospital. He speedwalks with his hands inside his pockets with an alarming expression. How? How can it b
June 10, 3142, 10:20 AM. HSMA interrogation room. A sound of beaten flesh surrounded the silence of the isolated underground room below Homura. Then follows a splat of blood rushing like rain as blows throw it away from the figure’s beaten-up body. Behind the beat-up is a soundproof glass work with a single fluorescent producing a classical-yellow glare representing the aging item. The light reveals a black-haired man in the same HSMA uniform as the one who’s beating up. There, the man examines a familiar syringe with every piece of equipment the room had. [HSMA Uniform: A sign of being an official member of Homura Secret Mission Agency consisting of a funnel-collared black long sleeve with a certain color combination which tells a member what area of Homura he/she will focus on] The man grabs a flashlight and holds it with his mouth aiming forward as he picks up the scalpel and slowly sliced the syringe. Getting a test tube, he transferred the droplets of the sketchy liquid into i
June 10, 3142, Four months after the Bomei Elementary School ceremony. Vincent, inside his consciousness at the mask’s environment with the sealed being now comprehensible by its mask. The mask sighs in boredom as Vincent walks toward it. “What exactly are you? My guy”, Vincent positively asks. “Huh?” blankly replied by the mask. “Like, what kind of being are you?” “Why do you care about such information?” “Eh, I dunno, maybe you could be my friend or ally or something” “Not a chance for a mere vessel” “Wellll, could I get your name at least?” The mask sighs, moments after, a grunt is heard. The mask looked to its front, a terrified Vincent got struck by a yellow streak of lightning towards his head, making the mask shocked. Vincent fell to the flesh-like grounds and held his head with both hands, grunting continuously from pain. Vincent screams in an attempt to restrain the pain, the mask thinks it's an act and remains cold. The moment the mask’s eyelid is close to blinking,
From a distance, Naiyhto can feel the pressure from the energy that Vincent released in such a long time. Raiden does feel it too, but his paralysis prevented him from reacting, yet he is still shocked. "Hmn, flexing too MUCH?" Naiyhto responds as he does 20 ancestral hand signs, then incants 20 Seals: Flash Step, teleporting himself to Vincent. Naiyhto draws closer with a smirk. Coldly, Vincent goes to a stance, keeps his katana on his left shoulder, and swiftly draws it forward. It then disappeared into thousand hexagon pieces floating around him. I thought I’ve made friends, Instead, I’ve made the ones who will cause my own to perish. “Sword Style, Manipulate: Rushing Barrier” The hexagons stopped floating, and each materialized into razor-sharp slash rays connecting to a nearby hexagon and slowly forming a sphere of continuous slashes protecting Vincent within. As Naiyhto continue his flash step, he noticed the rushing light of slashes drawing in his direction. He managed to