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Post by Smooth Criminal on Jan 26, 2019 3:00:53 GMT
It wasn’t ever a thing that needed to be spoken of, it was just a well-known fact that during the time of the fog, you weren’t allowed to be outside. Nobody knew where it came from, or what purpose it truly served, but what was known was that whenever the fog arose, there were more missing persons cases that came to light.
It was horrifying, something that made the tourist population dwindle over the years...that is until a documentary came out about the suicide forest. It was at that point that people began to journey to Tokyo not only for the fanfare of the city itself, as it was known for technological advances beyond that of most other modern cities, but also for the abhorrent things that were known to go bump in the night. Things that should have made people shaken to their core...but instead just brought them over to the city in hoards.
It wasn’t something that people wanted to see exploited, as more often than not, someone’s family member would try to get the embassy to do something, and many claims were made about how SOMETHING had to have happened, that SOMEONE was responsible, but nothing could be done. It was just a matter of the thick haze of precipitation having something strange within it, and thus it had an adverse effect on the world surrounding it.
Eventually, a law had come to pass, after the United Nations had gotten involve and learned that the fog itself wasn’t manufactured or a joke, but rather, a horrifying natural phenomenon that came in the seasons of rain and snow. For the longest time they had tried to ban exports and imports during those seasons but came to find that it was impossible to pass an embargo on one of the greater nations...and instead, they erected a law that was required of Japan, to have a warning system in place for the times of fog.
The law resulted in the newly infamous Tokyo Tree, a giant expansive tree-like shape that was affixed to the top of the famous Nihon Radio Tower, and inside of it resided two individuals, who ran a radio station from inside of the tree itself, which was famously known as The Velvet Channel, and while it was continually played as a radio station, rumors had come up during the off hours that continual beeping noises could be heard in the background of each song, almost as if a secret message was being played. It wasn’t until a fog warning was issued that people had become aware of what they really existed for.
The moment that the fog crept in around the city, a loud emergency alert would go out, a signal to each cell phone that acted almost like that of an amber alert, and the radio warning which repeated itself with the message “Warning: This is an Emergency Alert. The fog warning is being issued. Please get indoors as soon as you can.” The warning would continue until the fog had lifted.
Despite the best possible efforts of everyone involved in the creation of the Tokyo Tree, people would still go missing, however less cases were made out since it's introduction, as it had become obvious that all of the possible precautions had been taken...though the accounts of those individuals who had been in the fog and didn’t vanish were strange...some were of monstrous creatures, such as animals with human eyes, others were of humans with multiple arms and strange other features. It varied from each person’s firsthand account, but all that was known was that the fog itself, while a naturally occurring thing...wasn’t quite of this world.
[attr="class","whatis1"]Yes, we were born to make History
[attr="class","whatis2"]The sound of the alerts alone was deafening.[break][break]
Accounts of those who had come back from the fog was enough to spark just a little bit of concern as to what lurked, what watched them all from the outside while they huddled in the safety of their windows. They seemed like, by descriptions, something that would be seen in horror games or a child's worst possible nightmare. Things from a weird place of hell that had clawed their way back to the living realm. [break][break]
Sumio shuddered, fingers traveling up and down the opposite arms to quell himself, but it was a rather futile attempt as he shifted his gaze over to the few others that had rushed indoors with him. Or more accurately, the person that had been nearest to him had grabbed his wrist without thinking and dragged him in. Despite the rules of survival being laid out for the population, he couldn't help but feel skeptical to some extent. What became of those lost in the fog, and what of those that had returned? Did they just return to normal lives, following the rest of Japan as it ran for cover? The noirette's index finger pushed his glasses up by the bridge, eyeing the dreary gray cloud that had quickly settled over the street corners and forced the bustling crowds of Tokyo to scatter. How was this, something where so many people had been lost, an idea of a good tourist attraction? It was utter hell to deal with all the time. [break][break]
His feet carried him away from the window, back to the wall he had previously been leaned against. Without a warning, his frame slowly sank down to the floor, the colder surface brushing along his spine through the fabric of his jacket until he could rest and pull his knees upwards. There was no telling when it would lift--it was different each time, and that fact alone made him wish he hadn't even left the house. [break][break]
Maybe then, he wouldn't be sitting here with complete strangers, and would be able to pour his worries out to Aina instead. [break][break]
Slowly, slender arms were wrestled from the sleeves of his jacket to cradle his body, circulating his body heat into himself for a bit more comfort. The coat remained over his shoulders, skull tilted enough to rest on the tops of his knees. Maybe if he closed his eyes for a little bit, this whole eerie nightmare would be over and done with for another day. Everyone would go home, or carry on with their busy lives as though nothing had happened at all.
[attr="class","whatis9"]Can you hear my heartbeat? I've got a feeling it's never too late I close my eyes and see myself How my dreams will come true There'll be no more darkness When you believe in yourself You are unstoppable Where your destiny lies Dancing on the blades You set my heart on fire Don't stop us now, The moment of truth We were born to make history We'll make it happen We'll turn it around Yes, we were born to make History
The day had began full of sunshine. Bright and blooming through the overcast shadows that had lingered from the day before. It was rare to find a day that began with warmth and joy, and so Aina had found herself on an impromptu journey with the other members of CHEER! as a way to bridge the gap that had still laid between the girls. [break][break]
Of course, all of them had been together as a group for a while, but just because they were an established idol group and well known throughout Tokyo, it didn’t mean that they got along at all. It was one of the worst things to deal with. For the past year it had seemed that most of her worries that she’d poured to her best friend Sumio over had been involving the manipulative bullshit that Umeko had caused, or the fact that the group itself still seemed to have issues with trust. [break][break]
For once she just wanted to spend time with them, having fun, making memories that would last forever, and it had seemed that the girls also wanted that, so they decided to meet up outside of Harajuku and go shopping, then make their way to Inokashira to ride the swan boats and play in the water. None of them had any idea that the warm day would quickly alter itself and become a ‘fog day’. So it was a surprise when after they’d gone through Harajuku and while they were in Inokashira that the fog had began. [break][break]
The screeching alerts were deafening and had Aoi not been the smart one, putting her phone in a plastic bag while they were on the water, none of them would have known to quickly turn around and make haste towards a building. For the outlying areas, it was a courtesy provided by the guardians to give a media alert via text messages akin to Amber Alerts that would give the citizens enough time to reach safety, but that didn’t necessarily mean that they’d be safe. [break][break]
While Tsukiko did her best to pull Umeko along, Aoi and Aina had carried all of their belongings from the shopping trip to a nearby building. It had seemed that they’d be safe if they could tell when the fog would dissipate, but before Aina, Aoi, and Tsukiko could react or even reach the building, Umeko had shoved her way past them, getting a flux of speed her way, then slammed and locked the door to the building. “UMEKO THIS ISN’T FUNNY, LET US IN!” Tsukiko shrieked, it was a well known fact that Tsukiko didn’t deal well under pressure, or when she was frightened, but this action of Umeko’s was beyond disgraceful. She’d always been a bitch, but she’d never outright done anything so heinous before. [break][break] “I’m not trying to be funny! I want recognition, and if you all die then I’ll be widely recognized as the sole survivor of a tragedy, and I’ll be given sole idol status for it! Now make yourselves useful and go die in the fog!” Umeko snapped. Aina had rolled her eyes and turned to Aoi briefly. [break][break]
“You give me the jacket from Umeko’s bag.” she said, as Aoi obeyed, pulling out a red jacket, Aina quickly snatched it out of Aoi’s hands and wrapped it around her own hand, then motioned for the girls to follow her. Despite the fact that Umeko had effectively locked them out of the building, Aina was aware of a second entrance, and she didn’t intend to die in the fog. Especially not at the request of some dumb brat like Umeko. “Tsukiko you’re the tallest, and you’re not going to like this, but I’ll need you to give me a boost. Get on all fours, I need to stand on your back to punch in this window.” Aina stated, as Tsukiko, while shivering, nodded in agreement and allowed Aina to get up on her back, while with a wrapped arm Aina punched in the glass, effectively shattering it, then pulled herself in. [break][break]
While quickly roaming the room, she found a small desk and quickly moved that to the window, pulling Aoi up by the hand, the glass pieces from what was left on the bottom effectively cutting her arm from the weight of her friend and all of the bags she was carrying. [break][break] “HURRY IT’S COMING IN FAST, GET ME UP, GET ME UP!!!” Tsukiko screamed, while Aina and Aoi pulled her in through the small window, each of them laced with small cuts from the glass pieces, Aina with the deepest gashes all on her arms, Aoi with lesser gashes in the same area, as well as some abrasions on her stomach, and Tsukiko still bleeding slightly from her stomach. “Quick, we have to find something to cover the windows!” Aoi snapped, as Aina rolled her eyes and pulled her bag out of Aoi’s arms, reaching in for a small box, hastily trying to strip it from it’s packaging then bringing it to her lips to blow it up. She didn’t want to reveal it, but she’d bought a blow-up raft, which she was going to use originally to sew into one of their costumes, to keep her skin from setting ablaze with the fabric it was given, because she continually got rashes from it, while it had gotten halfway up, bringing a bit of life to it, she slammed it up to the window, motioning for Aoi to help her hold it in place. [break][break] “It’s only going to get worse for us Aina...we need something to keep it locked in place!” [break][break] “I’ll go look for some tape!” Tsukiko whispered shakily, still uncomfortable from the experience. [break][break] “It’s fine...we’re in an outer area. We shouldn’t have to worry too much about the fog. It’s worse when it’s in the city and tends to dissipate after a few minutes when you’re not directly in the city.” Umeko’s voice was soft as she said that, walking toward them with a roll of black tape, handing it off to Aoi. “Besides, I don’t want you losers dead, not really. I knew you’d get in before anything happened. You’re not stupid.” She said, pulling Tsukiko into an embrace from behind. It had seemed genuine enough, though Aina didn’t want to admit it, but Umeko was probably just trying to pull a prank, despite the fact that it was in bad tastes. Aoi handed the tape off to Aina, who ripped a long section off and set it up on the window, before tossing Umeko’s jacket at her, which was torn in random places, then got off of the desk and sat on the floor, hugging her knees to her chest, before pulling her phone out of her pocket and crafting a message to Sumio. [break][break]
>>Umeko decided to lock us out of a safehouse. It was a prank, but one in bad taste. Are you safe? [break][break]
Right after the message was sent, a loud BANG was heard, and some strange groaning, from the door. “Umeko, is the door still locked?!” Aoi loudly whispered, as Umeko shook her head ‘no’. Without haste Aoi charged at the door, as the handle was slowly turning, before Aina could realize what she was doing, she had gotten up and was helping Aoi to keep the doorknob from turning, the pressure of both of them holding the knob still while shoving the door to keep it from opening as Umeko came and pulled the deadbolt lock, clicking it in place to secure their safety, then turning the latch of the door above it, to keep it from opening further than an arms width in case that hadn’t worked. All four girls had moved to the restroom of the small safe house, huddling together in the center of it. [break][break]
[attr="class","bioline"]April 4th 19XX
[attr="class","biolyrics"] Life is about getting knocked down over and over, but still getting up each time. If you keep getting up, you win.
𝓗𝚎𝚛𝚊. it's officially your turn! Sorry for taking so long!!
Note: I wanted to have the girls together instead of Aina alone, to kind of build more tension at the start in a twisted type of joke manner rather than have it all be her alone and freaking out that way, but later I might do one where she's alone during the ordeal.
Deafening alarms blared through the streets – eardrums vibrating upon the same rhythm, hurting her ears at the sudden explosion of noise. It was something she was used to now – a routine rather. [break][break] First, there was panic and confusion. Shit, there’s going to mist coming. Where can I go? Where will it come from? Will I die? [break][break] Then, for Hera, there was a moment of peace and self-reassurance ; you’ll get through it. You’ll survive. And finally; confidence and leadership ; find a spot to hide until the mist is gone. [break][break] Hera’s heart was hammering against her ribcage, currently in the first phase of being panicked and scared. She was out in the middle of the streets – letting her dog out into a neighborhood, filled with residential houses only. No stores to hide into. No house where she could hide in. [break][break] And that, made her panic even more. “ C’mon boy. We gotta get somewhere safe. “ A soft whimper was given in response, ears drooped – knowing all too well what the alarm meant. [break][break] The duo began to run – in the direction where she knew there was a shopping street not too far away ; a possibility to hide. But if necessary, she’d make her into one of the houses – with or without force. [break][break] It took a couple minutes for them to arrive at the street – stores closed and shut tightly to protect themselves and customers from the danger that was lurking right around the corner. She knew she barely had any time anymore ; the fog nearly caught up to her more than once on her way over here –despite having ran as fast as she could. [break][break] But now, she had to find a spot to hide from the danger. As far as she saw, all stores were shut already. Aside from one; a small antique shop, owned by an on old ; which was most likely the reason why the reason wasn’t fog resistant yet. Either they merely didn’t hear it; or they were slow and unable to close and protect the store. Regardless of what was the reason, Hera was thankful that there was still a place for her to hideout. [break][break] Running over to the store, she quickly entered the shop. “ No dogs in the store! “ An old voice called up, bushy eyebrows frowning upon the uninvited visitor. “ The fog is out there, and I’m not gonna let him die because there are no dogs allowed here! “ Hera called back – obviously angered that they cared more about their rules than the fact her canine companion would die if he were to be left outside. [break][break] “ Lock the door! “ Hera called out, eyes trained on the window to spot any last, struggling survivor that needed shelter. Taking key from the old man’s hand, Hera pulled down the shutters that would close the store – unavailable for any other to enter anymore. Locking the shutter in its place, she glanced around. [break][break] “ Where is your wife, isn’t she normally attending the store with you? “ Hera asked out of curiousity, an eyebrow raising. “ I . . I don’t know. She left to get something from the back, b-but . . “ The old man answered, voice shaking. A loud rattling noise could be heard from the back, purple eyes glancing from the man, to the door that lead to the back as Zeus’ ears perked up, a growl given to warn whatever was back there, wasn’t anything friendly. “ . . Is there a backdoor? “[break][break] The man nodded, realization soon dawning upon him. “ N- no, not my dear, sweet Akane . . “ He managed to bring out, lightly sobbing. “ Does this key also lock the door that leads to the back? “ She asked, watching the man barely nod from her eyecorner. [break][break] Rushing over to the door behind the corner, she quickly closed the door – shutting whatever was out there, out. Locking the door, a soft sigh was given – realizing that they were in quite a bad situation here. Sadly, all they could do was wait and hope for the best. That they were safe, and that whatever was out in the back, wouldn’t make its way inside. [break][break]
She'd been waiting for this. Harrowing echoes of an all-too familiar siren clamored throughout the narrow streets of Yongen. While those previously enjoying broad daylight scrambled for refuge, she was already tucked away in the confines of her home; Completely and totally safe. Futaba became tense in her seat, knees pulled into her chest and secured by frail extremities. Cast against her lenses was the reflection of her computer screen, exhibiting several open windows composed of dubious content. In the bottom right corner, the same warning that caused her phone to vibrate against her desk called for her immediate attention. But she was prepared. Not like she was in the same position as any poor sucker still running around outside... Taking risks and getting out of the house was overrated anyway.[break][break]
She finally grabbed her phone, opening her messages to reveal few ongoing conversations. She only had three contacts in total on her personal device ( as she had a separate phone reserved for hacking endeavors and official Medjed business. ) These included Sojiro, Kana-chan... and her mom. Her thumb immediately tapped the most recent, revealing messages exchanged between herself and her adoptive father. Digits quickly keyed and delivered an urgent memo.[break][break]
>> You're coming home, right?[break][break]
>> You promised.[break][break]
She didn't like being alone during a scary situation. Whether it be the fog, a typhoon or a plain thunder storm, knowing that Sojiro was easily accessible made her feel safe. This was in no small part due to her own nagging paranoia, primarily resulting from the loss of her mother two years prior.[break][break]
Minutes pass. Her anxiety only increases as she receives no response. The vibrations of her phone, triggered by that incessant warning — they're like a maddening drone in her ears...[break][break]
"Come on, Sojiro..." Futaba wasn't the sort of person who could just convince herself that everything would be fine... She didn't place much faith into optimistic statements that had no ground. No matter how much she tried to focus on her objective, her thoughts continually traveled to the darkest recesses of her mind. ( What if he doesn't come home? What if something bad happens to him? He promised he'd come back as soon as the warnings sounded. ) The more she thought about it, the more it just reminded her of her mom. Everything somehow tied back to Wakaba, and what happened two years ago...[break][break]
Futaba shook her head, finally deciding upon her course of action. Through a slight opening in her dark curtains, she peered into the now empty streets, fortunately not having to squint as the bright skies had begun to lose their saturation. Without a moment to spare, she hastily retrieved her jacket from the back of her desk chair, tucking her laptop beneath her arm. Down the stairs, she fled, thick soles heavy against each wooden step. As she approached the front door, she began to hesitate. Hand outstretched, her fingertips were just centimeters from the silver handle... ( Okay Futaba, take a deep breath... You can do this. You HAVE to do this! ) Eyes shut tightly, she held her breath as she tossed the door open, taking a literal leap of faith into the street![break][break]
It took her a few seconds to open her eyes. Unsurprisingly, she was greeted to deserted streets. With the alarm still blaring aloud in all directions, the scene resembled an apocalyptic sci-fi film. Heart still pounding, Futaba pulled the hood of her jacket over her head, turning to face the short route to Leblanc. "Still got time. Gotta run!" Securing her hood with her free hand, she charged onward! She already lost her mom to whatever hid within the all-consuming haze She wasn't about to lose the only father she'd ever known too.
● нєя мαנєѕту ● NOTES: This post was originally gonna be much longer. Buuuut, I ended up erasing a lot, thinking I had included way too much that would just look better split up. So at this point, Futaba is running for Leblanc! I figured leaving it there would give someone the chance to either intercept her or tag along if they wanted to use that in their post. But if not, then I still plan to include a lot more in my next post, explaining more about her mother's supposed disappearance, and why she brought her laptop with her to Leblanc.
[attr="class","red-txt"] Another lengthy student council meeting had Makoto exiting the school much later than she'd like, her bag tucked against her side and her jacket draped over her arm. The weather that day had been incredibly pleasant, to the point that the brunette had discarded the article pretty early in the day; the last thing she wanted was to have any unsavory stains appear on her crisp white blouse, especially when she was holed up in Principal Kobayakawa's office for another rousing afternoon of damage reports; Makoto had to keep him up to date on anything or anyone going missing within the mists, but thanks to the new system Nihon Radio Tower had put into place, the amount of students going missing was dwindling down to the single digits, at least on student grounds. That left Makoto's job a little less strenuous than before, but it didn't change the fact that the students still leered at her when she passed by. It was hard to change the way they viewed her after all, and with her heeding to Kobayakawa's every beck and call, most the student body labeled her more of a mannequin under tyrannical rule than an actual person they could turn to. [break][break] She had just rounded the corner to the subway station when her phone began its loud whaling siren, the female stopping dead in her tracks with the blood draining from her face. Things had seemed so peaceful for the past few days that she should've expected this; the fog always came moving in at some point or another. But dwelling on that could wait until another day. For now, she needed to get to some kind of shelter, and fast. [break][break] Luckily, Makoto's akido lessons kept her in shape enough for situations like these, the female able to stretch her legs out in long strides before long at all while she raced through alleyways to find a safe haven. People, adults and students alike, were scrambling with the same intensity that she moved, diving into buildings before they could close off completely and barring up the windows with the routine safety measures. It seemed like everywhere she turned though she was one step behind everyone else, just getting to the closing doorways as they were closed off. Panic began to set in for the brunette, her breathing as erratic as her eyes were flitting to and fro around the stree. She had to find a way out of this, and fast. [break][break] Her saving grace showed itself in the form of a Big Bang Burger that was still letting people inside, Makoto pushing her tired limbs as hard as she could to get to the doorway in time. She could see the sky above darkening, even see the mist curling around corners, working its way towards her, but today would not be the day it'd get her! She dove inside the building just before they'd tugged them close, the female moving at breakneck speed to help pull the iron curtains down against the glass panes that covered the fast food establishment, collapsing next to the counter once it seemed that the danger had been avoided. Her breathing took far too long to slow, but once it did she was able to actually calm down, looking up at the panicked clerk with a frantic look in her eye. [break][break] "T-Thank you...for letting me inside..." She breathed out after a moment, the clerk simply sputtering out a few words before moving on to another group taking shelter inside the building. Makoto's eyes followed his movements, focusing first on a mother and daughter huddled close together, then to a group of friends who couldn't seem to stop themselves from shaking against one of the booths, and to an older sister figure clinging to a smaller girl next to her, sopping uncontrollably about how she was happy she was okay... [break][break] The realization hit her so quickly that her blood froze in her veins, shaky hands pulling out her phone to immediately shoot a message to her older sister; she'd said she'd be late getting home from work that evening, and the last thing Makoto needed to start assuming was that Sae was not in a safe place. [break][break] >>Are you still at work??
There were three rules Mishima followed whenever the emergency alert went out. 1: Duck into the nearest building you can find. 2: Close and lock anything and everything that something could get in from, and stay as far away from them as possible. 3: Don’t ever, ever look outside.
Anxiety felt more common than ever these days. Fear about the next alert, of getting stuck outside, of being lost in the fog, of… everything, really. It was the sort of anxiety that lingered in the back of one’s mind, a constant, low buzz that, when everything else went quiet, felt like the loudest, most deafening noise in the world. And constantly trying to tune that out, to focus on the other, more pressing madness in the world, was, frankly, exhausting. Of course, Mishima had taken some precautions once the phenomenon had become more frequent, but even with these in place, it did little to ease his mental state.
The most important of these precautions: stay outside as little as possible. Mishima had taken to a routine of only going directly to and from school, only taking detours and running errands that were absolutely necessary. Normally, this wouldn’t be an issue; volleyball practice made it difficult to get out to stores before they closed, and still have ample time to get back home, so his parents tended to handle the errands. Only on rare occasions would he have to go out himself — and, unfortunately, it looked like today was going to be one of those days. As luck would have it, the coach had surprised the club by setting up a surprise scrimmage, and the Shujin Academy gym had become a war zone. Thankfully, Mishima was able to survive, but not injuring one of his knees pretty badly. One of his knee pads had mysteriously gone completely missing (again), and instead of wasting time trying to find it like last time, he figured it would be a better idea to go get a new pair. They were getting old, anyway. So, though he dreaded the thought of being outside longer than necessary, he decided to set out for downtown and look for an athletic store.
…It’s nice out.
On days like these, it was hard to remember that strange things were even happening in Tokyo. The sun was shining, and for once, that little obnoxious buss of anxiety was as quiet as it had ever been. Though the streets felt packed, the high-schooler felt completely at ease, almost in a state of weird bliss. On days like today… maybe it would be a good idea to let his guard down, just a little. His dad had been bugging him to relax and loosen up, just a little bit. Maybe some time like this, where he didn’t have to worry about disappearing and dying, weren’t that bad after all. Trying to be mindful of time, he meandered his way down the sidewalk, gazing in storefronts and searching for anywhere he might be able to get what he needed. It was if he was lost in a daze, the streets so mesmerizing in their own hustle-bustle way that he almost felt… nostalgic. As if he had forgotten what it was like to do this, to enjoy his life, to be outside and with people again.
—And that’s when he heard it.
Almost immediately, Mishima was snapped out of his reverie, brought back to reality with the now all-too-familiar emergency alert. He could hardly process it at first, until the people surrounding him clamored, panicking to get into any building they possibly could. All around him, people, people moving, people chattering, people worrying, and his heart started to race.
…It was happening.
Frantically darting around, Mishima tried to duck into wherever he could, trying to pry open doors, pounding on windows, doing anything to get someone’s attention. But by the time he had finally realized what was going on, most of the stores and buildings were completely packed, their doors locked and windows shuttered. No matter how much he shouted, “Help! Someone let me in!! HELP!”, it was no use.
He was… stuck out here. …Yuuki Mishima was going to die.
…Without thinking, he quickly dashed into an alleyway, hoping that, if the fog was going to consume him, then… maybe, by hiding, it wouldn’t find him as quickly. Old bikes, garbage cans, and other discarded miscellanea blocked his path, so he resorted to climbing over them, contorting himself to fit, doing anything he possibly could to get him away and out of sight.
But then, he saw it. There, at the far end of the alley, was a door, slightly ajar. Where it went, he couldn’t tell, but… it would be better to take his chances, right…?
He dashed for the opening, the sprint combined with the panic taking almost everything out of him. As soon as he made it to the building, he slammed the door shut, leaning against it as he caught his breath. He stood there for several long moments, trying to quell his still-racing heart. He was alive… for now. But where he was now, he couldn’t tell. The building seemed completely dark, an abyss. But, at this point, the abyss seemed like more of a comfort than the outside. Slowly, Mishima sat, his back still against the door, as he waited. He couldn’t find anything to block the door with, nor did he know if the door had a lock. He would have to barricade it himself for now…
The blaring sound of the alarm signifying the arrival of that dreadful plume of moisture caused the young mans grip to falter. The brush clattered on the ground as it splattered drops of grey across the ancient floor boards of his shack like abode.[break][break]
He knew he wasn’t in any danger now per say, for despite the age of the run-down complex it had no holes in its foundation. Except for a few cracks in the roof that let in some rain water in certain areas of the place, however this was not what had caused the blue haired male to react so strongly to the sirens. But rather, the memories that came rushing forth because of their sudden manifestation. This thing that as meant to warn others of the dangers that came after it’s blaring sound, was the antecedent to his recollection of events that had transpired several months prior to the present.[break][break]
He loathed the thoughts with great intensity, for they reminded him of his cowardice along with a deep sense of guilt that he was still drawing breath. For on a day, very much like this, he and his sensei had been out in Inokashira. Yusuke had begged and pleaded that they head the warnings of the sirens, but Sensei Madarame would hear none of it. In fact, he insisted that this was precisely what he needed to revive his stagnant career. “No one has ever captured the true essence of what lies behind the fog Yusuke! This could be huge! Imagine the magnitude of this achievement!” The man was clearly ecstatic, and even a bit delusional. But if Yusuke knew this man well, and he did, the young man knew that nothing would deter this man from his quest. “Sensei! I know the importance of such an opportunity but is this truly worth risking your life!? I beg of you, let us return home and we could mount a more prepared expedition!”[break][break]
The man then gave Yusuke a look, it wasn’t one filled with scorn, though upon first glance it seemed that way. Rather it was a look that held both frustration and desperation. “This is the first thing that could truly be mine! You can leave if you want, but I won’t let anyone take this from me!” The two males were now in the thick of the fog, and they were the only two people left outside from what he could gather. Every nerve in his body screamed at the Azurenette to run to safety, like the others had done. However, he also didn’t want to lose the only father figure in his life, so he did the unthinkable and grabbed him by his wrist. “What use is this great opportunity if you die in the process!”[break][break]
Then it came, the creaking of wood and the rustling of leaves as soft steps were made audible by the soft grass that paved the soil of the park. Yusuke’s grey eyes went wide as he tried to make out the source of the sound, the footsteps were becoming louder by the second and at the rate they moved it was only a matter of time before they would come to know the identity of what was making the sound. “Sensei lets go! You have the Sayuri, surely that is worth something?!” Despite the gravity of the situation Madarame pulled himself away from his pupil in a fit of anger, “No! It isn’t mine I stole it!!!!” The declaration almost came out as a cry of agony, which contrasted the anger in his visage. But the words he had spoken had a powerful effect on the young pupil as he took a step back, “What are you saying sensei?” The steps were now several feet away from where they stood, and from this distance Yusuke could make out just how unnatural they really were, for they seemed uneven in their intervals. For each step, there was a delay of about three seconds before the next, meaning that this creature was either injured, or disproportionate in the length of its legs. “…..that painting isn’t mine Yusuke….god I thought I could keep living this lie but….but now after all that’s happened with the fog….and this city slowly going to hell….I just can’t keep up the lie anymore.” The man dropped to his knees as he began to fight back the tears, “Your mother made it not me…..she was so skilled….just as you are now….and it’s….its my fault she’s no longer with us.”[break][break]
The revelation hit the young man like a ton of bricks, but he couldn’t fully react to the news of his Sensei’s deception. For as the man knelt, he could see a large broad shadow slowly appearing behind the man, sharp protrusions came from the upper torso along with a several arms waving on either side of it. The movements of said arms seemed frantic, random, even spasmic as it shambled towards the man with increasing ferocity. As if it now saw something it so desperately needed. “But…..but maybe now…I can in someway atone for the wrongs I’ve done….if not by painting these monstrosities that reflect the true nature of the man you see before you….then perhaps….by joining her……Yusuke….forgive me.” And just like that the man closed his eyes and rose to his feet, only to impaled through the torso by what appeared to be a wooden branch. Blood oozed out of the man’s mouth and nostrils as he was lifted into the air and slammed onto the ground with enough force to make his weak old bones to snap upon impact.[break][break]
Before he was even aware, he was running as fast as he could out of the area and frantically searching for any place he could use as shelter from those things that began to come out of the hellscape he was in. There wasn’t anything for miles it seemed, just bushes, benches, and cobble stone paths that lead to other areas of the park. If he didn’t find somewhere, anywhere to take shelter from those accursed things, then he would certainly be joining his sensei.[break][break]
Yet just when it seemed as though all hope was lost, he was able to spot a large sturdy tree just a few meters off from where he was heading. Deciding that it was best to get to high ground than to find shelter in a place where there were only open areas, a tree would be his best option. Unfortunately, when he made this discovery, so too did the things wandering in the fog, as a set of loud thunderous stomps came resounding from off to his right side, the sound seemed as though it wasn’t far off and gaining quickly; meaning that if there was any chance for survival it would need to be in his ability to quickly scale the tree in time to be out of this Grande sized abomination’s reach. Thankfully, the surge of adrenaline pumping throughout his body enabled him to do just that, it was a feat even he did not know he was capable of, and although his movements could have been about as graceful as a frighten cat’s, he was quickly scrambling up the thick tree trunk using his momentum to hastily pull himself up despite the pain from the bits of wood piercing his skin and lacerating his palms.[break][break]
There was a loud crash immediately after his ascent that had just barely missed him, but nearly toppled over the tree. Luckily for him, whatever had been pursuing the young lad, was unable to follow him upward and as a result it could only bellow at the loss of its prey. The sound itself seemed to further shake the ground via its intensity and to this day Yusuke never forgot that horrid noise. Noise that seemed so otherworldly and out of place in his otherwise mundane existence, like it had come from some other plane of being entirely.[break][break]
God only knows how long he had been up there, as exhaustion settled in, he was whisked away from the whole ordeal. When he awoke, he found himself in a hospital back in the city, with IV pumping nutrients into his system and bandages tied around his arms and hands. The doctors claimed he had really done a number on himself, but he was lucky to have come out of the fog at all.[break][break]
When he asked about his Sensei the doctor merely shook his head, “I am sorry…. he’s gone…. doubtful you’ll ever want to see him again though….if I were you Mr. Kitigawa….I’d take this as a learning experience. Those sirens are there for a reason, next time just drop whatever your doing and head home. It just isn’t worth dying over. And it looks like your Sensei learned that the hard way…”[break][break]
Honestly even to this day he felt like he should have tried harder, that he should have just made up some excuse to not leave their rundown old shack. To just watch some T.V along with some tea, but that was likely never an option, especially now that he knew the guilt the man had been living with. And now that very same sentiment was carried over to his shoulders, as the burden of his own guilt weighed heavily on him.[break][break]
[attr="class","whatis1"]Yes, we were born to make History
[attr="class","whatis2"]For as long as he'd been curled up in that spot, sleep had never come. He'd instead taken to watching the other civilians that had safely gotten into the building with him, many of which had been the ones to drag him. Few gave him looks of confusion when he seemed to keep his gaze lingering a little too long for comfort, and he was sure that in the dark, it definitely didn't look like a welcoming sight. The very faint buzz of his phone against his leg damn near scared him shitless, though, and he had to quickly press the back of his hand to his lips to keep from yelping in surprise and potentially sending the rest of the people scattering into a terrified frenzy. It was the last thing any of them needed, when the were huddled in here, fearing what lurked in the fog and just simply following orders administered by the warning.
[break][break]Aina. Dear god, it was Aina.
[break][break]Fingers hastily tapped and thrummed at his digital keyboard, strained ambers entirely focused on that single text message. He had a momentary case of tunnel vision; the only thing that mattered in his mind, right in that very moment, was making sure Aina was still safe and reassuring that he was as well.
[break][break]` > What the hell?! Are you okay, though? I'd have to keep from strangling her if I was over there.
[break][break]` > I'm fine, though. I got pulled in somewhere, and I'm just sitting against a wall. Do you know where you are?
[break][break]It took everything in him to keep from spamming her phone, but they didn't know how long this would last, and he may need his phone battery later anyway. Sumio's head tilted upward as he closed his phone, gazing towards the windows where two young girls, around his and Aina's age or maybe younger, had their eyes fearfully transfixed on the window. It looked like something out of a horror film just waiting to happen, and for the moment, he found himself watching it as well, partially expecting to catch some glimpse, even a little one, of the things that were said to lurk in the fog.
[break][break]The things that sent people missing, or lured people out into the dreary white mess to find others that were potentially lost. It felt like hours had gone by already, and yet it had only been mere minutes. Were they just expected to permanently live this way, like rabbits being chased into their burrows by wispy wolves? The noirette shivered and buried his face in his coat.
[attr="class","whatis9"]AND HERE IN THE NIGHT, AS I FEEL THE INFERNO, I STARE IN THE DARK THINKING, "WHAT IS ETERNAL?" THE MAN OR THE MOMENT - THE ACT OR THE REASON? THESE THOUGHTS FILL MY HEAD AS I CONTEMPLATE TREASON OF DREAMS I HAVE HAD AND DREAMS I HAVE PONDERED WHEN, LATE IN THE NIGHT, MY MIND, IT WOULD WONDER TO THINGS I HAVE DONE AND THEN QUICKLY REGRETTED WHILE DENYING VICES MY LIFE HAD SELECTED! AND I THINK WHAT I'VE DONE OR HAVE YET TO BEGIN. AND THE MAN I'VE BECOME AND THE MAN THAT I'VE BEEN NOW CAUGHT IN A WALTZ WITH THE ETERNAL DANCE. I'M COURTED BY DEATH, BUT DEATH ISN'T THE ANSWER, I SAY!
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