Falling unending yet stagnant. The heavy fog of darkness clouds his black. A terrified shout echoes the abyss, an angry shout resounds, his desperate reach for somewhat tangible a forlorn desire as his heart burns as if steel had been pressed against his skin, or better said, the medium in between had been marked but by what? His very being wished to avert its black gaze as red fell upon him. His scream echoed deep in the dark and yet it reached no ears. (Unheard) he thought until a roar of horizon orange fell down. Her mere presence screaming at him. As if to ask or as if to tell him. He was heard but still the cry went unheard the boy too consumed by his fear, frustration and anger. Yet, impossible through reality, the light of the message like protons in the vacuum of space. Part of it travelled and so it reached them there. "Be here, not there" her intense voice said. A part of Him smiled, as he already knew that she was the one that he reached out for as he fell. However, before either could reach the other a flash of blue glowed from his pocket and a knowing smile popped up on the girl's face. Confused, he stared ahead, teal eyes stared back reassuring.
"Please show me what it means a-" she said. For once clear short of the last words. And so the light engulfed him like the embrace of an old friend. And, so…
10,000 feet.
Like a snap of a twig, the overwhelming dark shifted. The hazy blue he longed for came with blaring intensity, his heart stilled. The confusion of the consistent revolving view nauseating. The urge to vomit almost pre-ordained however nothing came out of his stomach. His mind contained a rush of many of his thoughts. What to do? What could this be? Was this real? Could he wake up? Yet, despite his uncertainty of the coming pain he wished to protect himself. However, something balked in him at that notion. Survive? Survive for what? So he could live as a pawn? His being shivered at the thought. But he didn't need to be that way. Maybe; he could. Maybe…Maybe. Just…
7,000 feet
Crashing into his mindscape, the embers of the horizon girls reminiscent shout ricochets around his head. He fought that thought and took a few deep breaths to calm the deadly storm that wished to consume him. He found it weird how unfazed he was by what would be his final sight in front of him but all he thought, the only thing that balanced him where those words, these one instead a wizened old asshole. Be here, not there.
5,000 feet.
Forcefully, he flexed his body before he struck a flying squirrel pose. The graped vermin struggled against the rushing wind until he managed to somewhat stabilize. The line between peace and terror all too confused but that was the least of his problems. His mind working in overdrive to save him
3,000 feet.
With a snap, survival was all he could think off. He spotted a clearing in the forest below him. His racing pulse and the roaring wind fight over his senses, overwhelming him all the more. Almost panicked he throws a barrage of his grape balls towards the clearing adrenaline causing a pitcher like throw. Praying that enough would fall into place to save, he thought as the blood from his scalp was blow off him before he could even register it. Unfortunately, that left his sight victim to the on coming calamity in his path
1,000 feet.
Just short on his impromptu fall cushion; were a few tall tress standing mockingly. Dizzy, frustrated and slightly anemic, his synapses couldn't flash fast enough to react and so instinct took over. Curling into a ball half in hopes to shield himself and half to comfort himself, he blinked. The lanky stray arm of mother nature met him quicker than he could react.
'Oh shi-' he's thought not finished as-
0 feet
Smacked vicious in the face by the malicious arm, he spun. His unfortunate soul's container pinballed by the wrath of the great mother, the pain overwhelming. Face, arm, leg, face again. His teeth knocked loose, his arm now out its socket, vision fading. Crouch shot, a waking pain hit him as the air got knocked out of him for the umpteenth time. Before finally, he reached his fail safe.
A sigh of relief would've left him had it been not for one thing;
As he landed, the force somewhat dampen by the lovely arm of nature. He forgot account that he wouldn't stick to his net. And like Boulder on a sturdy trampoline; he flew. The salvation he sought and fought so hard for; crumbled like an autumn leaf.
He tried, right? He thought as he began to embrace the on coming storm, his broken body at the whims of fates hands, a rag-doll. Body tired, will done, fate accepted. He sighed mentally as fate repeated. Face, legs snapped, branch broke, ground, dust, rock and; air.
The feeling he'd been fighting so hard against had returned gracefully. He bowed in its awe, this weightless feeling. 'Be here...huh?' The bitter resounding throughout his head as a curse almost began to target any source responsible for his current hand. The warped sense of reality, hell without , oh so helpless. He hated how that word described him, that same helpless child he had to save. The same loving hand reaching for him, even now he felt him reaching from beyond. He was sure he was being taken to the beyond.
"Dumbass Smack!" He said. A younger Minoru cried tearfully as the man stood soaked. His spiky pony tail resembling a drowned hedgehog as he raised his hands from the chop he just the reckless brat.
"Th-that wa-was a-a chop! Du-Dumbass!" The young Minoru said. His dried and now newly wetted tear tracks and forest struck being shiver from the near fall into that PIT.
"A dumbass that almost got em selfs killed can't call me a dumbass, DUMBASS!"
"Uk-"
"Tch! Honestly; running head long into things, not a thought of everyone or yourself. Then crying and pitying ya self?! That nature of yours in real sorry" The man said. His cigar lit in the moment of reprieve.
"..."
"Quite now aren't ya, Minoru? As smart as you are. You're still a snot nosed kid" Without a word he reached his head. And there-With a lurched, delicate hand grabbed his cold bloody hand and his working eye peaked out confused.'Jj; ji?'
However instead of the wooly hair of the man he so respected. Dark curls and a crown of roses entered his view. Her soft caramel hands grasping tight.
"Don't leave, plea-" she muttered. His light fading.
"I need you" she continued
"I need you. Y-" those words never reach the graped boy. His tortured shift ended.
A thousand tiny wounds screamed as he awoke. The pain of the near fatality now a fraction of what it once was. He began to ponder had his reality been toyed with yet again yet before he could even register that thought, a ceiling that seemed closed to collapse came into his view. The cobb webs so numerous it felt as if a few where attached to him as we spoke. A shiver travelled down his spine at the thought of an army of spiders descending upon him. N-not that he was scared mind you. It was more for the poor arachnids, yeah, he'd stick to that. He thought until a pair of six absurdly big eyes stared at him from the corner of the cabin. And the once bravado filled grape head, blood stilled as if it by a blizzard of absolute zero. His body lurked to jump out of bed as swift as possible. However, a weight had stop him square in his track, and that heavenly weight had caused a rift inside himself. And what could possibly come in the way of the rightful fear of a potentially lethal, surely giant spider person. Well, knowing him well enough now. Pressing down on him as slender arms enclose him in an embrace and two somethings laid against his chest. The slightly bruised face of one Aiko, stared back at him in a peaceful slumber.
Like a volcano, red erupted upon his cheeks. His heart and mind filled many a question before the last sight before the curtain of black took him. Her hand clasped around his, as he dangled off the edge of his life once more. And just like that, the wave of dirty thoughts was stilled for awhile and gratitude took it's place.
"Hekekekekekekekekekekek, Isn't that that so sweet" A voice broke through the tender moment. As six crimson eyes stared from the shadows. A spine of anger sprouted in the place of a spine at all and such was his rebuttal.
"W-who are you. What d-do you want with u-us?!" He said. Shouting lamely as his nerves had yet to fall away in the face of those silk eyes.
"Oh? US is a interesting statement, freshie! But still that heart of yours. It's awfully loud, okay?" sHe? Said. In a tone that could almost be described as disarming, the mutant quirk type stepped out the shadows of the cabin into the hazy blue light of the outside. However instead of easing his being the fear of giant spider person. The silhouette of the six eyed being was composed of thousands if not million of tiny ones which oddly shifted into human-like part and like that, before he knew. His body lurched out the bed and her grasped and a once complete window shattered into millions of pieces as his body went into full flight mode as it usual did. And left standing slightly amused, stood the spider person. A chuckle left him as he watched the fleeing boy.
"So much for us, huh? Spineless grape, but thank you…" she said. Staring down at the sleeping girl.
"We can begin now" she said. The hazy blue sure to be blown away.
"Huff, huff, huff" As if his lungs were about to give in any second, he sucked in the air greedily. Running, running, running ahead, the abandoned camp grounds dusted in the hue of twilight gave to the seeming autumn touched forest. Damn it, he cursed in his heart. Why? WHY HIM?! He thought. Effortless, he navigated the uneven terrain. The unforgiving forest or dense alleyways of the cityscape when it came to running he always had a gift. His curiosity would always get him into unruly situations, he always seemed to things he wasn't supposed to.
Why? Why him?! Why couldn't he catch a break?! Why was nobody kind to him, why did nobody give him a hand, after Jiji, nobody….nobody car-And like a car slammed into his recollection. The delicate hands of Aiko's around his nerve racked one flashed through his mind causing a misstep and so he tumbled. The once easily traversed turned into a blur of brown, orange, green and blue before he grinded to a stop. His arm dangling of an edge. However as if a branded iron landed on his skin, this neck burned, the hollowness of the darkness marking what was it's. That was the last thing on mind.
"A-aiko, I'm so-sorry." He muttered. Straining to get up, a sense of helplessness and regret filling him before his eyes stared off the cliffs edge and there he saw…
Like shards of glass laid stagnant in space, holding the pieces of this once beautiful forest and sky. The pieces floated into an aimless into a great hole in space. Shards of the landscape drifting crudely around and oddest amongst all, it seemed to stare. Bearing it's gaze onto him, it's anomaly gaze taking interest in him, a new piece has appear, it seemed to say. As his neck burn, the gaze somewhat familiar yet distinct, more alien yet he understood it somewhat.
Astonished, he sat and stared. He lost it, didn't. He must be dreaming cause if he wasn't then…then.
"Ji-ji?" he muttered.
"Mou, Curious isn't it? How troublesome indeed" A voice said. Ripping his attention away from the absurdity in front of him and there stood a somewhat familiar face.
"Ne-jire…senpai?" He said attentive. Unsure if she was who she seemed to be.
"Mou, seems like I have a troublesome Kouhai in the mix now, curious isn't it?" she said. A mix of worry and frustration plain in her wide blue eyes. An all he could do was stare.
'What a twisted hello, author-san.' He thought. Uncertain of anything more at this point. However, one thing was for certain. The curtain had lifted and he feared what come from the other side.
"I'm sorry this all I can do for now" She said. Approaching him as her hand glowed. And suddenly she stood before him.
"Play along for now, for both our sakes and one last thing" she said regretfully. Her palm against his forehead.
"Don't say your name" she said. The ominous note of the words more striking as darkness began to take his vision.
His last lingering question was, why?