'People will do anything to obtain money. Cheating, scamming, even murdering is not outside of the question—but as the ladder of truths holds, it is an obvious lie that the money is all of it. There is something more, something greater. If there's been anything apparent, it's that I wish to become one of them.'
'Those that must exist, hidden like a wolf spider burrowing deep inside the soil of the earth, like that, they must exist. The most supreme existence, and power above money, the upper-class, or anything else. Why could they have not appeared so obviously? It must be that it is being atop the others, whilst they sheepishly follow underneath the hierarchy, like a wolf in a sheep's cloth. Burrowed in the dirt, or within a sheep's cloth, one thing utmost definitely stands. '
'To rule all, the currency, the history, the pendulum which swings across the clock that declares time.'
'To rule the constant of power, of course it is not so simple to do of course. I must wield that source of strength, the one that grants the ultimate authority. Sure people may love the usefulness of currency, and the joys of fighting and war, but they are such miniscule things. They are mere stepping stones to something more great. Ever since I was a kid that ultimate invisible oppression has always caught the gleam in my eyes. I must become one of them.'
'Like each droplet of rain in the sky, which I look up towards, those droplets must become mine.'
'Indeed yes, It's raining, with the buildings, one story, two stories, showing a distance to an uncountable line of them nearing the horizon—a horizon of buildings layered and decked, that maintained the appearance of looking gloomy and all.'
'To the side of my eyes as one of the drops of rain fall, a girl with a long skirt with my school blazer appears as if she was hidden behind it. An interesting occurrence, but I suppose it's just up to time of place and luck.'
'Steps are taken, not from I, but from the girl. She takes steps further and further getting closer towards me. What's up with her coming up to me like that? I don't really remember talking with her a lot... Could this be the result of thinking about her?'
'Alas, Every movement she made would indicate a confident, but seemingly beautiful. The locks of her hair swayed, which being her glistening pink hair and all. I wonder if she would be a hidden eminence? Surely not. Overconfident too, isn't she? Does she even know that I'm thuggin? Heh. I'm so cool.'
'Steps were made as she further approached towards me, waving her hand as an indicator to grab his attention further, taking step by step and eventually coming only a few feet away.'
"Heeeeeeeeeeey!"
"Fraaaaaaalla!"
'The boy's face changed from the monolithic statue to a more excited happy face as quick as a switch, as if a smile was carved into his statue-like face, an eyebrow slightly tinged and raised in a questioning manner, as if he was never thinking about complex thoughts on his life's goal, and dream.'
"...Hmm, yes? What is it?"
'She took a quick glance to the side while doting, and now she's under my umbrella. Seemingly pondering and coming to some conclusions. I bet she is, isn't she? Come on! Just look at that face! The type that makes flowers bloom in the harsh winter! Ugh... I can't even remember her name.'
"So...? What is it?"
'Fralla was still waiting for a response, slowly putting his hand to his cheek, beginning to scratch. The doting infected him, and he couldn't help but to follow in the same manner but in his own individualized manner.'
"Sooo... Uhmm... I don't see you often Fralla! What's up with you?"
"Nothing much."
...
'Ugh, and just like that, it's become awkward. I'll talk about the weather or something along the lines of that.'
*Pffft*
'Her face suddenly exuded in fits of laughter, for some reason this girl who ever so boldly decided to stand beside me is laughing? Is she really trying to test my patience?'
"Hahaha! Did you do something with your hair Fralla? A magic trick? It looks all silly and spiky!"
"My hair?"
'Now that I think about it I have been feeling a bit weird. But wait, why is her hair floating up in such a weird way..? Don't tell me... It can't be...!'
"Get out of the way!"
Fralla pushes the girl out of the way and starts running as fast as he can, running onto the sidewalk. His limbs moving if he was a windmill, running like a madman.
"Wait! Fralla! What are you doin-"
Despite the girl's consistent shouts they eventually fade out as he gets further and further away.
'What's up with this weird feeling? I know I've seen it on Toobyoub, but I'd never expect this to be happening to me... Was it the umbrella in my hand...? No, it can't be. It has iron but it's protected by rubber. I threw it off to the side a moment ago so it's not even in the question. But
why wont this tingling sensation exit my body?'
*Crackle*
Swiftly after the crackle came, an utterly massive clap followed suit.
Fralla was stricken without any haste—The stringing lines coming from the sky left a glowing
radiance as if a thousand arrows were piercing his body.
These lines wriggled immensely, and quickly towards him, for the shortest moment, as if they
were finally piercing through his body, they made contact, twisting throughout.
Around for what seemed as short as could be perceived, and as quickly as those bright lines
moved, they dissipated into the air.
'Ugh... Why am I on the floor..? I can't see anything... It burns! It must be, it feels like it's on fire!
My head!'
"H-hae. healp.. he..."
Fralla, despite his efforts of trying to shout for help, could not, as only quiet screeches, which were now unrecognizable babble came out of his mouth.
There he stood on the floor unable to move, and stuck incapacitated.
'Ahh.... The pain is gone. It feels like it's been forever, and I'm feeling so exhausted. Getting bands can wait for now. I'll just take a nice rest.. Those siren sounds... So annoying.'