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located in Up the Stairs, a part of Re: Start, one of the many universes on RPG.

Up the Stairs

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Character Portrait: Yui Character Portrait: Mizuki Matsuri
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[❝In my own little corner, in my own little chair, I can be whatever I want to be.❞

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|| Never Enough|| The Greatest Showman ||




Mizuki was led away by Fox, who begged for Yui not to be hurt. Why would Yui be hurt? Raven wouldn't hurt her! Unless she was the enemy? Yui held her sword out, her body rigid, her expression pained, as though she didn't want to make this decision but had no other choice. She turned towards Raven when the older girl began to speak, her hands shaking while Raven slid into a seat, the black haired girl's hands raised in a show of peace. Slowly, as Raven spoke, Yui became curious. She inched forward, sword held out in front of her in case Raven made any sudden moves. When it became evident that she was not a threat, Yui lowered her sword, allowing her blood to flow back inside of her. She stood, however, her hands balled into tiny fists, looking completely non-threatening despite the fact that she was completely capable of holding her own.

"Sisters?" Yui repeated, slightly baffled. Raven was her sister? Yui looked down at her hands, then back up at the almost-leader of the HIVE. How could they be related? Raven looked nothing like her! Then again, Aria and Mizuki didn't exactly resemble one another either. "No! Bad Reaper is no... is no Yui's brother!" She protested, shivering at the thought of that maniac being related to her. Raven typed something into her holo, an image popping up of the three of them. Yui gasped, taking a step back. That didn't prove anything, they had all been captives of Ira Shoku, that was the only explanation her mind was able to comprehend. Yui shook her head, "no true! Raven lies!" The girl stuttered in broken Japanese.

Raven had the scars, she had that photo. Yui took another step back, her heart clenching painfully in her chest. Raven's own father had turned against her, so she had developed a plan but it ultimately had failed. Yui hugged herself, feeling suddenly cold. If Raven was her sister and the Bad Reaper was her brother, what did that make her? A monster? The White Reaper? Her fear was evident on her face, Yui didn't want to be anything like those people. She didn't want to be bad! She wanted to be good! She was a Freedom Fighter, an agent of the light!

"No!" Yui shook her head, in clear denial. "Bad Reaper no Yui's brother!" Being sisters with Raven, Yui could handle. After all, Raven wasn't a bad person, she just wanted them to have the bond that the two had previously shared. It was the other part the little girl was struggling with, the fact that Ira Shoku was her Father. Not by blood of course but that was something that Yui couldn't understand yet.

Seemingly out of nowhere, Mizuki arrived, having come to save the day. "Yui want Ari," her voice trembled, it was clear that the poor thing was on the verge of tears, barely able to comprehend what anyone was saying. Mizuki was the closest thing to Aria right now, so Yui ran to her, clinging to her, Mizu's scent similar, although her blood pattern was vastly different. "Yes," Yui whispered, voice hoarse from yelling. "Yui stay with Mizu." It was in that moment that one of the seeds Raven had planted attempted to niggle into the depths of Yui's mind, to return the memories that were gone. Yui's grip on Mizuki lessened and the light bearer slipped to the ground, the seed inducing a seizure.

It hurt.

Her chest burned, her back arching painfully while her hands clawed for purchase against the tiled floor. It felt as though Yui couldn't breathe, her blue eyes rolled up into her head while her muscles contracted, a tonic-clonic seizure induced due to the misfiring of the seed in her brain. A puddle of yellow formed beneath her and Yui managed to choke out a single word.

"Help."



Damian had been moved from the wheelchair to a metal seat, the steel cold and hard against his back. He shivered, watching the Tech prepare tools for something sinister. The Tech turned, wearing a medical mask and holding a scalpel wrapped in blue plastic. "Hold still," the man warned while unwrapping the scalpel. Damian held his breath, the tiny knife digging into the flesh just below his wrist, where the ID chip every citizen had was implanted. "No," Damian whispered, knowing what this meant. They were erasing his existence, erasing the evidence that Damian had ever lived. "No!" He yelled once more, louder this time. Blood dripped down his wrist as the Tech dug into his wrist with a pair of tweezers, then sewed up the small incision with stitches that would dissolve over time. "Stay still," the Tech grumbled, tossing the scalpel into the bin of used medical equipment. Damian slumped over, wondering if them removing his chip meant that he would be untraceable.

The Technician then took out a pair of scissors, snipping at Damian's hair, pushing his head this way and that until his locks were regulatory length. He reached for a syringe with a rather large needle, a tiny chip floating in the liquid within. The man pushed Damian's head down, swabbing the spot with alcohol before shoving the metal underneath his skin of the back of his neck, Damian's new chip anything but regulatory. The final step was a small laser engraving a bar code over the spot where a droplet of blood dripped down his spine. When it was done, Damian was breathing hard, his skin burning, his wrist throbbing. The door slid open, a terrible voice filling his head. "How is the new recruit coming along?" The Technician removed his gloves and mask, disposing of the apron to reveal his uniform. "He's done Sir," Ira Shoku grinned, flashing a menacing row of gleaming teeth.

"Perfect. Ronan!" The beast stepped inside of the threshold, glowering. "Yes Sir?" He inquired, his expression relaxed but his posture rigid. "See to it that the new recruit settles in nicely." He squeezed Ronan's shoulder, taking a device out of his pocket and scanning the bar code on the back of Damian's neck. "Break him in, he'll learn his place soon enough." Ronan grinned a wolfish grin, dropping Damian into a wheelchair and removing him from that awful room. "Yes Sir," Ronan took the handles and took them down another set of confusing hallways until Damian realized that they were in an elevator. The doors opened to reveal a comfortably furnished room with a view of New Tokyo. "Where are we?" Damian asked, looking down at the city from a height he had never been.

"My room," Damian could hear the menace in his voice. "Why are we here?" Ronan undid the straps binding Damian to the chair. "Because," he said, dropping the boy onto the bed. A fire was crackling warmly in the hearth. "I'm going to break you in." Damian swallowed hard, a terrible feeling filling him with dread.