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Our Sin, is Sacrifice.

Post by ShadowsoftheNine on 9/1/2011, 8:48 am

Welcome welcome, I have a headache. That over there is a poster. If you happen to see a squirrel running around on fire screaming "Oh my god, oh my god, someone please help me.". Please be sure to bring him back as soon as possible. He is a rather valuable comical relief asset that I would not like to lose.

Part:1

Introduction

"What is five seconds? When one thinks about it, the answer is rather simple. A branch of time that can lead to an infinitum of results within the boundaries of our world. So why is it, that every few seconds that pass by, we act like nothing is occurring? I still ponder, what would of happened if I didn't rush through breakfast that day? What if I didn't stop to pick up that small trash on the sidewalk? What if, she turned around only a second faster after hearing my cry. I find myself still pondering what could have happened that day, if even the smallest thing was different. I wonder, if anything would have changed at all.

After all, I only wanted a normal life. I never thought anything really good, or dramatically bad would occur to me. So wasn't it only natural that when the predicament came that I pleaded to know what my sin was? Well, whatever it may be, this all began during the beginning of summer. With me following my normal routine."

Chapter 1: Bad awakening

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The room was dark, but far from quite. A cell phone was screaming out a default tune. The lump in the bed protested as it wiggled about for a few moments before a hand extended out to reach the phone. "This is Hatsurabi." The weak voice muttered, disgruntled about the rude awakening.

"Yo Akima!" The phone blared, the boy sat up right. His short brown hair messy as a few stray hairs stood alone. The moment of surprise making his green eyes widen.

Within seconds the effect wore off, and his eyes returned to a dazed state. "What's up Ikaru?" This was supposed to be the first day he could sleep in, since after all, it was Saturday. Ikaru Arihara, a natural slacker in class. Falling asleep when it came to studying, and gaming when it came to homework. Yet, on top of his bad habits, always the first up on the weekends.

"Tsk Tsk Tsk" The the voice over the phone sounded somewhat disappointed. "Here I was inviting you to join the group for our day at the river and you're sounding all annoyed."

"The group?" Akima blinked momentarily, thinking over the people in the group. Ren, Itsuki, Ikaru, himself, and 'Nero". Nero was actually his nickname, since the poor guy got the name of Ayane from his parents. Who on earth names their son Ayane?

A small chuckle could be heard over the phone, making Akima raise a brow. Ikaru was plotting something again. "Misuzu is going to be there." It seemed that just the name brought energy to him. Forcing Akima to hop off his bed, searching through his room for his clothes. The sound of his rushed state must have been audible over the phone as Ikaru laughed, "I knew you would come around!"

"Ya, ya I'm on my w-" Pulling up his pants he happened to only be standing on one foot, which happened to be on one of the magazines he left scattered across his floor. Hitting the ground in mid sentence, the air blew out of his lungs quickly. "Damnit. I'm on my way."

"Oh, Akima hold on." Obedient, he stood in the middle of his room, listening as dial tones went off in his ear. "Alright, meet you at the train station in an hour."

Akima stared at his phone as his friend hung up, without really explaining what the wait was for. "What the hell is this Ikaru?..." After a sigh he went to put the phone is his pocket until it began to ring. Quickly answering it, he brought it straight to his ear. "Did you forget something?"

"Hatsurabi?" The voice definitely not Ikaru's. But it was somewhat familiar, too familiar.

"M-Misuzu!?" His momentary stammer made him face palm as he tried to think of something proper to say. "H-hey, what's up?"

The awkward silence made him worry that he already said something wrong. "I am being forced to get the supplies. Ren won't pick up her phone, and Ikaru just shoved it off onto you. Sorry Hatsurabi, would you mind?" Akima and Misuzu actually have been in the same class since the 3rd grade. And it was only this year that she even noticed his existence.

"Uh.." He thought momentarily, mentally cursing Ikaru for putting him on the spot but thanking him for the chance at the same time. "Sure thing, where should I meet you?"

"The trade district, by that one bakery."

There was actually two bakeries in the trade district, which didn't exactly help the case. "Heroganai's or Baker's Dine?" Akima barely muttered, trying to think which of this fifty fifty scenario could be correct.

"Baker's Dine, that one. It is closer to my house." It might have been closer to hers, but it was even further from his. This only meant he had to hurry so he could also make it to the train station in time.

Rushing out his bedroom door he went for the front door. "Got it, I will be there in about ten minutes." He waited for a small response before hanging up. Thrusting the phone in his pocket as he began to throw on his shoes.

"Akima?" A voice called out through the house. "Akima!" A head poked around the corner glaring at him. "Where do you think you are going without breakfast? Come eat." Raising his hands to his head he had a small moment of insanity. The girl he had been chasing for years was standing there in the trade district for him, and he had to eat breakfast!? "What are you doing up this early for anyways?"

He quickly kicked off his shoes, "Nothing at all." He muttered as he passed her. Taking his phone out to check the time from an impulse. Going straight into the kitchen. He found his plate, forcing the egg on top of the piece of toast before quickly cramming it down his own throat. "Bye mum!" He raced back for the door.

"Wait Akima!" This time the mother was just a tad late in catching him as he made his way out the door. "You forgot your phone.." She muttered.

He knew the trade district well, since after all when the field and track meets were coming around, this was the general direction he would use as his practice. Eight turns, three lights, that's all he had to remember. If he ran all the way there he should make it in about ten minutes. But with the breakfast, he wanted to push himself a little more. After all, he couldn't lie to Misuzu, he couldn't make her wait.

Then the thought occurred to him, this was his chance. He needed to buy her something, something that would put him further than a friend. That's right, he needed something. "Boy!" An old man walked out of an antique shop, his eyes closed and a grin on his face. Akima slowed to a stop, after thinking about just running past and ignore him. He cursed his own better judgement. "Boy, would you mind doing me a favor? I will give you this necklace."

Akima stared at him awkwardly. Seriously, what kind of event like this just unfolds? But then again, it could serve him well. "What do you need sir?" He stared greedily at the small necklace. It had a red ruby inside of the metal hinge. Looped off in a spiral that hung. As if a metal plant that grew from the ruby and entwined just below.

"Simply pick up that piece of trash." His smile held, as his hand pointed out to a small candy bar wrapper. Something about this situation was rather curious making. What kind of luck was this? What exactly was going through this old guys head?

"A-alright.." Akima leaned over slowly, keeping an eye on the man as he picked up the wrapper, and walked merely five steps to the trash bin. Dropping it quietly insides. "Is that all?"

The man's eyes opened slightly. A slit of white in one, the second dark. "That's a good boy. Here is your prize." The smile held until the necklace was placed into Akima's hand. Which he then looked at his watch. "You might want to hurry up, or you will be late for your meeting."

Akima took a step back, somewhat spooked by the old man. "Y-ya." For a moment he only jogged, keeping a solid eye on the man before turning to go into a full sprint. Little did he know, something much bigger then a simple exchange just occurred.

A bad feeling began to swirl within Akima. Foolishly, he would continue ahead, pushing the feeling to the side thinking that it was nothing more than nervousness. Police sirens would break the air, as well his last edge of ease. What if that old man had stolen the necklace? He was getting rid of the evidence, that was why it was so easy to claim right?

"Akima!" He barked to himself, "Now is not the time to think about such things! Youth stands before you!" Even with his self invigoration, the time flowing seemed to slow. This ominous feeling, why was it there? What made today any different other than that creepy old guy and the chance to be alone with the girl he had yearned for years?

Rounding a corner, Misuzu would come into sight. Her long black hair freely hanging down visible to him as her back was turned. Gazing into the window of the bakery. His mind fell blank as he smiled widely, all he had to do was yell out her name, and those flawless violet eyes.

He cupped his hands to his mouth, "Misuz-" His eyes widened when his own voice cut short. Staring downwards at a third hand closing off his mouth. He tried to scream out, the plea was muffled. He could feel himself forcefully turned, staring the man in the face. An awkward smile on his lips, eyes glazed over like a madman. "So-" He managed to blurt when the hand came off his mouth to his shoulders, only to be cut off by a knee connecting to his stomach.

Pushed into the alley the man quickly followed. A gleam emanating from his hand as it came from his jacket. "Give it to me.." The men's voice seemed blended. Completely unnatural from a normal tongue. "I said give to me!"

"Wh-" A crushing hand was placed on Akima, with such strength he was lifted from the ground and slammed head first against the wall. In an instant, he lost feeling of his body. "W-what the? What's going on?" His focus turned downward, where the knife was hilt deep into his stomach. The damaged tissue from that knee must have softened the area for an easier thrust point. Blood trickled down his leg, to the ground. "Is... Is this how it actually ends?"

"Give me the tear, the tear. I want the tear! I must have power!" Akima's consciousness was barely holding, knowing that every time his head shook slightly, was because his body was being stabbed over, and over again. To die by a psychopath, who would have guessed that was how one would die?

He wanted to close his eyes, knowing that it would bring peace from the violent scene. Death, it was less painful then he originally imagined, why was everyone in such a panic? "Ber-reaker!" A voice shouted out, slightly high in pitch but too deep to be a female, forcing his eyes to open once more. A gloved fist making full contact with the assailant. But something was wrong with these physics. The man fell straight down instead of being knocked sideways. Akime himself, slid against the wall to the ground. Only managing to stay sitting up due to the awkward slant, as well the man blocking further movement.

Akima looked to the side to try and see who his late savior was. A tall dark haired man, a black eyepatch, and two others behind him. But, the man was down and out for the count, why were they still in an aggressive stance? His eyes rolled down to the man who was laying on the ground out cold. "Why?" He then looked to the left, further into the alley as well the direction the man should have stumbled. A figure was standing. It was dark, but the size could easily be compared to that of a taller male.

A nerve wrecking screech came from the figure. Much deeper then the human vocal cords can create. "Class E-2 confirmed. Proceeding with extermination." The voice came from the guy with an eye patch, a lot deeper then the one before.

"It's Yurika's turn then no?" This one was female, the voice coming out light and bubbly. But with the closeness of death, Akima couldn't care less how young it sounded. "Brazier!" Light filled the alley, a scorching fire climbing the lengths of the building. Yet contained within the area of the figure. Unworldly screams came as limbs began to detach. The bones incapable of sustaining the heat of the fire.

The three stood, the taller male with the eye patch. His hair was in a ponytail falling to his waste. A shorter one, female. Golden locks of hair running down her frail body. The third, an average size male, a little shorter then Akima himself. A metal hand extending out from his jacket sleeve.

"Now for the witness huh?" It was the first voice again, of course it belonged to that shorter guy. He walked over to Akima, bending down to his knees to stare at him real well. Dull brown eyes, along with dull brown hair. "Man, this guy looks like hell. Can't we just leave him like this?" His personality must have been trying to make up for his boring looks. What a typical bastard. "All well. Light's out for you buddy."

Akima stared at him carefully, his eyes beginning to force themselves shut. "The hell is up with this bunch? Aren't they going to save me?" Before his eyes closed all the way, he caught the metal fist rear back, before rapidly approaching his face.

Comic Relief: What about Recuperation!?!? Comic Relief is not a needed part of the story. Simply a filler between time skips in a mildly alternate realm. Also, might give a few hints towards later information for those that read.
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"Number two-one-si..." A voice called out to the sleeping Akima. "I repeat number two-one-six-four." At first his eyes barely opened, a light breath escaping from his lips. The light above so bright that it was almost blinding. When the memory of that morning relapsed through his head he shot upwards quickly looking around the room.

"Where am I?!" There was only a single bed in the room, in which he was laying in. Four white walls, a single door, a various medical instruments. The person calling out was a woman in her middle ages. Short, neat, red hair. And blue eyes that hid behind glasses. "Is this heaven? God, this isn't what I expected it to be like. Or was I saved. I had to of been saved right!?" His paniced voice did not seem to put any rush on the girl.

A simple smile, as she ignored his questions at first. "With such lively hood I guess we can get you out of here quicker than anticipated." It was hard to tell if that was a good thing, or a bad thing with her tone of voice. Perhaps it was a bad thing for him, but something good for her. Before he could really ponder further, she pushed a small botton on the side of the bed. "Number two-one-six-four you have six hours to recuperate before further instruction."

Akima shook his head, after trying to make sense of this. "Hold on! Stop doing things. Answer my questions, what's going on!?" He reached into his pockets, trying to find his cell phone. Not only that, but his wallet was even gone.

"Now now number two-one-six-fo"

"Stop calling me that! I have a name! It's Hatsurabi, Akima Hatsurabi." He blurted, getting annoyed with the roundabout way she was doing things.

She raised only one finger, "That, used to be your name. We have cleared the database of you since your mission has been completed." She stood up, walking a few steps away, tapping her chin. "I wonder if your brain was damaged, it almost seems like you have forgotten everything." She turned back to face him, "The currency and identification you had for your previous mission have been removed, just like normal procedere.. " She smiled slightly as she moved on to the next part. "Except the Soul's tear. It has been fused with your blood stream. Don't worry, it won't hurt... Yet."

"W-" Akima stopped himself, bringing a hand over his face to think for a moment. It was obvious that this lady was trying to be difficult, throwing information he didn't understand blankely around. "What's the sour te-"

"Soul tear." She cut off. " Honestly, you new cadets. When the society gives you a tear your supposed to break the seal and eat it. You on the other hand had to walk around with it as jewelry." Raising a hand to form a circle, she placed it gently on her collarbone. Symbolizing the necklace that he had with him. " And on the streets too!? Honestly, have you learned nothing? This is why they shouldn't send out new cadets for long term missions. You were sent out, what, five years ago?"

Information seemed to just dump in rows. Akima, winding up with a headache from the somewhat awkward speech patterns of this woman. One second she seem nice, the next evil, then on a complete left hook completely insane. "Wait wait wait. Are you trying to say I have been here or something before? I never have gone to a hospital in my li-."

A phone rang, making the conversation drop. The woman went over to the door, a small slit opening in the wall by a simple wave of hand. A screen popped out, the ringing coming to an imediate halt. A face appeared, "Ah. Miss Sylvia. You are in Number two-one-six-four's room."

"Sir Oberheit!" Her posture straightened rather quickly, it must have been someone higher up on the chain.

"Listen, when he awakes he is to recuperate then be sent to training as a new member. Ignore what his file states. He is to be treated as a trainee." The twitch was somewhat obvious from her. As Sylvia's right arm even seemed to spaz with it. Her head slightly turning as her eye glanced to Akima for a second.

"R-roger sir. I will do just that then." A few formal lines were exchanged before the screen folded back into the wall. Leaving Akima even more at a loss as to what was occuring.

Akima coughed slightly, averting his eyes for a moment. "Well, seems like someone messed up just a bit." The mistake of averting his eyes wasn't realized until it was too late. Because 'Miss Sylvia' seemed to apprehend something that oddly resembled a baseball bat. And came charging for him.


Akima's eyes slowly opened, "W-Where am I?"

A sigh could be heard in the room. "It worked." The voice was Sylvia, sitting beside the bed once again.

"What worked?"

"Nothing at all." She smiled innocently as if nothing ever happened. Luckily for her, to his memory nothing actually did. "Now, you might be somewhat nauseous, disoriented, or may experience mild hallucinations. But if you want the fact straight forward, you are dead to the world that you knew. Don't get me wr-"

The door swung open as two people came in. The six hours have passed after she pushed the button. "Number two-one-six-four, it's time to begin training since recuperation has been provided. " They walked to the side of the bed, forcibly pulling Akima out by the arms before escorting him out the door.

Chapter 2: Learning Sin.



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Re: Our Sin, is Sacrifice.

Post by jib123 on 9/1/2011, 10:42 am

So excited. Good Luck and more lolies power
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Re: Our Sin, is Sacrifice.

Post by entaobah on 9/1/2011, 2:51 pm

Alright, man, looking forward to seeing it~
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Re: Our Sin, is Sacrifice.

Post by Typo-sama on 9/2/2011, 10:43 pm

This is interesting...Keep up! :) nicepost
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Re: Our Sin, is Sacrifice.

Post by ShadowsoftheNine on 9/3/2011, 5:13 am

Just updated with the finish of Chapter one! Chapter two shall be on the way. If you noticed I am doing this with a rather odd construct. Instead of going Chapter 1: Part1 /Part 2/etc. It's instead Part 1: Chapter 1 /Chapter 2/etc

Edit: And now an intermission was created. Comic Relief 1
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Re: Our Sin, is Sacrifice.

Post by jib123 on 9/3/2011, 9:36 am

Nice Nice Nice

I can see some typographical errors but that's just an insignificant observation. So excited to see chap 2 of the part 1. I wanna know what the 3 persons will do to Akima
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Post by ShadowsoftheNine on 9/3/2011, 3:32 pm

Yea, unfortunately that occurs when your both speed typing, and you don't bother to read back over it before submitting it. Grin
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Post by Typo-sama on 9/3/2011, 5:48 pm

ShadowsoftheNine wrote:Just updated with the finish of Chapter one! Chapter two shall be on the way. If you noticed I am doing this with a rather odd construct. Instead of going Chapter 1: Part1 /Part 2/etc. It's instead Part 1: Chapter 1 /Chapter 2/etc

Isn't that Max Payne? XD
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Re: Our Sin, is Sacrifice.

Post by ShadowsoftheNine on 9/7/2011, 11:11 am

I wouldn't know. Barely played the first game of it.

Anyhow, sorry for the slow updates. Currently packing up my house because I am moving here in a week.


Edit to those who observe: 09/25/11

So I have moved out of my house, everything was packed including my computer, thus my disappearance. At the moment I currently living in a hotel, waiting for the new house to be open. I am using another computer at my father's, since we decided it would be a more comfortable stay for the weekend before work.
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