At first, there was pain. Not really the physical sort, not entirely. This
was the kind of someone entering your mind and slamming it with the metaphysical
sledgehammer. Blinding, hot, and it hurt. Hurt so bad inside that it was almost a physical
thing. And then, what might've been seconds or hours later, it stopped, leaving nothing
but a silent darkness. Yoji Kudou though he was going mad, and in some sense, he'd just
experienced a bit of what that's like. He lay very still on the floor, listening for any
sounds the one who'd just given him such a shock might make. There was nothing, only the
sensation of drifting within that dark and silent world.
An hour beforehand, he'd been sitting on the couch, watching the news, hearing the usual
talk of the various weird things going on in New York, some of the horror stories from
survivors. By now, it really should've sunk in more than this. Didn't these people know
what walked amongst them? Of course not, he had to remind himself, they don't want to
know. Denial is a powerful thing. As his thoughts started to drift to his - in what might
loosely or strongly referred to, depending - girlfriend, there came a bright flash of
light in the midst of his living room. Kudou threw up his forearm to shield his eyes from
the white light, his right hand instinctively reaching under his left armpit for the
weapon kept there. The only problem was, he wasn't wearing all of his gear. The glow
faded, and as Kudou braced himself for some form of attack, there was nothing, just some
young kid standing there, smiling at him, dressed in an expensive suit and black trench
"Who are you?" The most obvious question, and the
first that sprang to Kudou's mind as he began to stand. Even in his surprise, his voice
was as it generally was, flat, emotionless, level. The kid seemed to smile wider, his
voice as youthful as his appearance, and oddly musical in its amusement.
"Think of me as something of your best friend, Mr. Kudou, a guardian." Said the
young man, turning lightly on the balls of his feet, faintly glowing pure white eyes
roaming over Kudous' apartment before setting on him once more.
"And the first thing I suggest - after finding an interior decorator - is to sit back
down and relax, I'm not here to harm you."
"You'll just have to excuse my suspicion of someone
that just shows up in my home unannounced. And you're not my friend, whoever you
are." Kudou scowled, a hard edge finding its way into his voice. [ Continue ]