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Hidden In Plain Sight

New Haven (Japan)

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a part of Hidden In Plain Sight, by xXRubyDarkWolfXx.

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Saiko Kibashi [8] "All I have ever wanted in life is to have love"
Hiruka Sorayuki [7] "Open your eyes and see the lies shattering around you, that is when the true face of reality is exposed."
Kjerstin Lindholm [6] "Excuse me, move aside. I don't have time to dillydally."
Dmitri Kinoshita [5] "I'm sorry, were you saying something? Because all I heard was: wah wah wah."
Jido A. Shiko [4] "I guess you could say I'm... enlightened. Heh. I'm sorry."
Kadia Nagata [4] 'I fight fire with fire.'
Nehemiah Namikawa [1] "Honestly, I don't remember the last time I was so enthralled......."
Yuki Ishihara [1] [WIP]

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”This is a country wide broadcast…Proceed to nearest military base or airport to prepare for evacuation…Do not gather any belongings leave immediate-“ The broadcast is cut off suddenly left only with static from the television replaced by soothing yet boring classical music no doubt to try and soothe the passengers. This plane is one of the thirty aircraft that was launched at on confidential location reserved for important businessman and politicians, her father one of the advisers to the Emperor bought Saiko and her mother onto the plane around five hours ago. All he said was that, “We are going on a holiday.” They had chance to pack a few things, like clothes and possessions. Saiko sits in her seat on the private jet, happily swinging her legs off the seat holding a picture of her and her friends from school. They were here best friends but her father disapproved because they were something called ‘middle-class’. Saiko didn't really know what that meant but she still remained friends with them. I have to send them postcards while on the trip. She thought to herself, wishing that she had a chance to say goodbye.

Mommy, where exactly are we going on holiday?” She said to her mother, who sits on the chair next to her staring blankly, tassels of brown hair escaping from her bun. Saiko didn't understand why her mother looked so sad she just guessed that she was getting plane sick. Getting no response from her mother she unclipped her belt and went off searching for her father, maybe she could get some hints from him. “Don’t go too far…” Her mother whispered as Saiko went walking down the plane. She had figured that her father would be in that board room she had seen earlier when they boarded.

She happily swings her arms from side to side, her long caramel hair swaying past her shoulders. She noticed that people that she went by gave her a grave impression, but she quickly dismissed that there was something wrong with how she looked. Maybe everyone is getting plane sick? Must be used to cruising I guess… She thought to herself as she came to the end of the plane. Standing in front of the door, is a big tall man with a suit on and sunglasses even though is no sunlight on the plane which Saiko thought was strange. “Excuse me Mister? Can I go in?” She said happily. The guard, wondering where the voice came from looks down at her and retains his neutral expression before stepping to the side. Even opening the door for her, letting her step inside a dark room with only a single light in the center. As she stepped inside, the door quietly closed behind her. Changing her mood from happy, she quickly became shy and quiet. In the center of the room, standing around the illuminated table were a group of men in suits engaging in a heated discussion. Similar to what Saiko had heard her mother and father saying at their home. She can’t really understand the big words that they are using but she does recognize her city, “It is too late to evacuate Okinawa now! We have no choice but to pray they get down south for extraction.” Says a man that Saiko recognizes as her father, with his graying brown hair and clean black suit. Although he looks tired and stressed, he must need that vacation bad then she thought to herself. “By then the extraction fleet would of left! We can’t leave those people to die!” One man says, he is old and grey with many scars on his face. Also he is the only one without a suit, instead he wears clothing like on the army anime Saiko watches Saiko coughs to make her presence known, which instantly seems like a bad idea as she is met by a mix of sad and angry faces. “Saiko! Why aren't you with your mother?” Her father says as he steps out from the table and walks to her, going on his knees. “I came…to ask where were we going to take a vacation?” She says, suddenly going shy. Almost in an instant the scary man from earlier steps out from the table and points at me while yelling at her father, “You haven’t told your daughter what is going on haven’t you!?” Retreating behind her fathers legs who is now standing she pokes her head out from her shelter. “She is a little girl she wouldn’t understand!” Her father says, a hint of regret in his voice. The scary man shakes his head, and points at her defensive father, “One day you are going to live with her finding out that you left everyone she knew to die!
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Morning

Just another dream... She thinks to herself, sitting up in her bed, sweating from either the heat or her dream or even both. She flomps back into her mattress and sighs. Her orange hair spread out on the white silk pillows. Her fair skin feels like it is clinging to her thick blankets atop her bed. Her bedroom is like any teenage girls, posters of her idols sprawled on every inch of her walls, clothes trailing from her walk-in closet. The smell of expensive perfume lingers in the air, as well the deafening sound of her alarm clock suddenly beeping itself to death. She jumps in fright from the sudden noise, getting her legs tangled in the sheets, falling face first into the carpet below. "ow..." she groans, reaching out her hand, trying to find her alarm. Finding the thin yet sleek piece of metal that is her alarm clock she turns the alarm off. Filling the room with a much need silence Saiko unravels herself from her deadly trap made from cotton and stands up on her two feet. With her hand over her mouth she gives out a giant yawn stretching her back at the same time.

She walks over to her window, the light fighting to enter the room, and pulls back the curtains almost being blinded by the light. Stepping out onto her balcony she sees the immersive cityscape before her, skyscrapers standing side by side in pristine white against the sky. New Haven, the place of wonder and dreams lies before her. Yet when she looks down she doesn't see a place of wonder. Known as the Ground-Level Slums the place is where the poor and evil reside, where gangs freely harass shopkeepers and people starve everyday. All one can see from here is smog and metal, rusted and dirty metal. It is kind of sad to think that those below her are literally below her. If only there was a way that she could reach out and help them, but her father wouldn't have it. He believes that he didn't bring us here for me to get a disease and die. She turns her gaze to the grounds of the Academy, which lies on the edge of the city. The Academy is a school for everyone in the city, the two tall buildings that connect at the top floor is where she attends. She would like to think herself important being the Student Council President and everything but in the end she doesn't care what people think of her. Everyone who can afford the entrance fee is allowed to attend no matter where you live or what family you come from. Saiko liked this, she would take those who were bullied under her wing and lead them from their sad lives.

Turning from her balcony she walks back into her room. Striding over to her walk-in, a black and gold room that has mirrors where there isn't clothes, shoes or cosmetics. She rummages through the nearest clothing rack for her school uniform, a white button shirt and black skirt. Spotting her outfit in between two dresses she snags the hanger and sits it on the square ottoman sitting in the middle. She quickly strips her pajama top and pants and gets dressed into her uniform. Putting a lemon colored sweater over her shirt. Grabbing her black hairbrush she quickly begins to stroke at her tassels until her hair begins to form up. Stepping in front of the nearest mirror she adjusts the minor strands out of place. Standing triumphantly in her uniform she waves her hair from left to right, surprisingly it looks like she just had her hair styled. Shuffling over the dressing table she grabs a random bottle of perfume and sprays away, ending up smelling like a bunch of strawberries. She steps out of the walk-in and heads for the door, now she needs to get the most important thing of the day; FOOD. Then she will take the monorail to Academy and start a brand new day of high school.

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There was a green field up in the hill. From here, you can see the whole city glittering with colorful lamp lights. And it was the greenest and softest grass field that a person could have ever seen and felt in their life. The night breeze blows gently, sending some dandelions flew with it to the boundary. The starry sky was shining and only complimented for the illuminating moon as its lights shining through the whole place elegantly. On the field, there was a big cherry blossom tree with its flowers slowly drifted with the wind through the horizon. A truly romantic scenery.

Hiruka slowly made his way onto the top of the hill. From afar, he can see the beautiful cherry blossom tree blossomed in this lovely evening. As he got nearer, he can saw that a young man who is about his height with a short white hair, wearing Hiruka's school uniform was standing next to the tree. Although he can only see his back, Hiruka can guess that the young man are gazing towards the busy city and enjoy the breathtaking view.

As Hiruka approached him, he spoke up with his usual gentle and appealing voice. But he didn't realize that his face has got reddened already. "Kyoru-san...?" Realizing that, the man turned his back and smiled to Hiruka. "Good evening, Hiruka-kun. So, you've finally came?" The man spoke with such low voice that made Hiruka's heart skips a bit.

"Y-Yeah. So... why did you call me here?" Hiruka smiled softly then turned to another direction to hide his blushing face. His best friend has never called him out like this before. After all, his best friend was also the person whom he developed deep feelings with. And he found out that he was a lot more sensitive anytime he went near Kyoru recently, though he didn't know why.

Kyoru smiled. His smile was so bright that Hiruka could almost think that he it was even brighter than the moon itself. "Actually, I have something that I wanted to confess. And I figured that speaking it when we're at this place really set up our mood, don't you think?"

That's it, every words that his best friend said made him felt breathless. He still smiles gently, but his face now is almost as red as a tomato already. As he stood on the opposite with Kyoru, he has to resist the urge to ran towards him and embrace him right there.

But everything that happened after that, although he could already guess, he still felt so surprise. Kyoru stepped right up to him and hugged him tightly. He closed his eyes as he leaned his head onto his best friend's shoulder. He couldn't felt any happier.

"Hiruka-kun, daisu..."



Suddenly, the alarm goes off as loud as it could right when it ticks 6:00 AM, awaking Hiruka which caused him to almost fell off his bed. He let out a groan as he sat up, fully awakened. He reached his hand to the bedpost and turn off the clock. Right now, Hiruka felt a bit disappointed. Just a dream... yeah, how could it ever be a reality? He let out a slightly depressing sigh. This isn't the first time that he has such fantasies in his dreams though. Some of them were a lot more... well, intimidating than this so it was kinda that he got used to it. Although... it'd be nice if they were true. He thought sheepishly before shaking his head and let them out of his mind.

He stretches his arms and yawned tiredly then scratches his naked back, still feeling a bit snoozy. His hair was messy and draped over his shoulders. Hiruka doesn't really remember when was he has taken up a habit of sleeping topless but he finds it pretty nice and cool and he was living all by himself so it wouldn't have any problems anyway. Hiruka pulled away the blanket that covered him from his waist down and got down from the bed. He put his feet into the slippers and stood on the wooden floor while placing the blanket and covered his bed.

Hiruka's room was actually quite spacious with every facility that he needed, all thanks to his savings from working and the compensation money. Although his room wasn't as big and fancy like when he still live with his parents in their old house, he still feel comfortable for having such cozy place where no one can disturb him or telling him what to do. He walked towards the window and unravels the curtains, letting light to enter the room. As he opened it, he could felt the sunlight on his skin. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It was a nice morning and the air was still fresh from the aptitude of his apartment.

After that, Hiruka turned his back from the window and went to his wardrobe. He didn't have a lot of clothes but still enough for him as he only wears clothes that he felt comfortable the most. He grabbed his uniform and closed the wardrobe and carried it with him into the bathroom. He undid his belt and strips off the only piece of clothes on his body which are a black trousers and his underwear. Hiruka stepped into the shower booth as he turned on the faucet and the water poured out.

He closed his eyes as he felt the warm water streamed through every inches of his skin, relaxing him. He took a shampoo lotion nearby and squeezed out a considerable amount and began to wash his hair. Having long hair could proves to be a small challenge when you wash your hair as it was a bit tiring but he wasn't really bothered. He washed his hair from the top of his head to the tip on his shoulders and finally washed away all the foams. After cleaning every pinch of dust off his body, he turned off the faucet, grabbed the towel then ruffled his hair with it then dried himself and covered from his waist down with that towel.

Getting out, he walked towards the sink, brushes his teeth and dried his hair with the hairdryer. Combing and fixing his hair a bit, he get dressed and got out from the bathroom, took his school bag and then his room. With that said, Hiruka went to the kitchen, made some espresso and toasted some loafs of bread. Putting a pan onto the stove, he turned on the fire and made some sunny-side eggs. After the coffee and the breads are done, he carried and placed them on the table with the eggs.

"Itadakimasu." He clasped his hands and said to himself then enjoyed his breakfast. After he finished, he put the plates and the cup into the sink. Hiruka can wash them later when he got home. After that, he looked at the watch. The monorail would arrived soon, better get going. He thought as he took his school bag and got out of his apartment, locked the door and went to the station.

After get on the train, he sat at an empty seat and lazily looking out at the windows as the scenery passed by. Everything is still so peaceful and he hoped that it'd stayed that way. It took about 10 minutes to get to The Academy but it doesn't matter since it is still early for school to begin. When he got there, he walked into the elevator and went to the top building. Upon arriving at the Academy, Hiruka went to his locker to change his shoes and headed for his classroom. When he walking on the halls, there were a couple of cleaning bots doing their job. When Hiruka reached the classroom, the door slided itself and he walks in but he saw that no one was there yet, except for one of his classmates, Saiko Kibashi.

"Ohayo, Saiko-san." Hiruka smiled and greeted Saiko as he went to his table. Hopefully that today will be a nice day.

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F R E S H morning air lightly danced through the trees, rustling the leaves as the branches swayed along with the wind. The breeze tickled Willow’s pale skin which was slightly damp with sweat after a vigorous morning run. She had woken up at 5:30am like she did very morning since she was fourteen, the activity firstly starting as a way to wake her up but was now more for clearing her mind. She breathed in deeply as she took a break, planting herself down on a wooden bench that lined the hiking trail. Lune and Neige, the two now fully grown wolves, barked at the sudden stop of their run. Willow had found them when they were only pups, having rescued them from a poachers trap when she was just young and they haven’t left her side since.

“Gehen Lauf” Willow said, having spoken in German ‘go run’, as she took off their leashes. The wolves barked and started nipping at each other playfully making Willow smile at their puppy like behavior as her mind drifted away from the scene. Even though she had moved here to New Haven, Japan a few months ago this will be her first day going to school. Since she only knew the basics of the Japanese language the school had made arrangements for her old teachers from Germany to transfer all of the years’ work from there to her new school. She will be able to be in a class with others but she would have her own courses and work which will all be in German. Not only that but because Willow had skipped grade 7 and moved right into grade 8 when she was young, the teachers having moved her up a grade because she wouldn’t gain anything from it, the school in New Haven that she was now attending had to sort through her files to make sure she still qualified. She did. Back when she was younger all of her older classmates had teased her calling her ‘Einstein’ because she had skipped a grade but Willow never let their teasing bug her for she took it more as a compliment then an insult. They were basically stating that she was move intelligent then them.

Something wet on her hand had Willow snap back to reality and she looked down to see Lune had licked her. Willow pet his head as she looked at her watch. ‘6:30! Crap!’ Willow cursed mentally as she leashed the large canines and ran home.
Once she had arrived at her grandmother’s bungalow she sighed in relief all the while taking big gulps of air trying to regain her breath. Willow quickly unlatched the gate lock and rushed in, not taking the time to admire her grandma’s beautiful garden as she usually does. She rushed into the house, unleashed the canines then hurried to the bathroom. After having a quick lukewarm shower Willow hurriedly rushed to her room, but in the process accidently slipped on the wooden floors as her still wet feet made small puddles. She smacked herself on the back of the head as she tumbled and groaned yet by some miracle the brown towel had stayed wrapped around her. Willow had no time to complain as she quickly got to her feet again and made it to her room. She dried herself then changed into her new school uniform before brushing her hair and teeth then braiding the long light tresses into a quick French braid. She then stuffed everything she needed into her book bag and ran to the kitchen.

” Hey Oma I’m leaving can you feed the brats please?” Willow asked her grandmother while gesturing towards the two large canines who were wagging their tails looking up at Willow with pleading eyes. Her grandma was sitting at the kitchen island reading a romance novel, coffee mug in hand with a bowl of cereal beside her. She glanced up at her granddaughter, amusement obvious in a light blue eyes.

“But of course I can dear, have fun on your first day, make good choices” her grandma said before Willow blew her a kiss goodbye, grabbed a muffin and slipped on her shoes. She was out the door in moments and rushing to the monorail. She got there just as it was pulling away.

“GOTT VERDAMMT!” she cursed angrily in German, making some of the people at the station look at her. Willow blushed as she noticed the stares and just gave a sheepish smile before plopping down on the bench.

G R E A T... Her first day at a new school and she’s late.


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“Kjerstin,”

The familiar, sweet-hearted tone from her mother prompted the adolescent to avert her eyes from her book and onto the slightly taller, and older, woman standing in the doorway.

“Jeg kommer til å arbeid.”

The young woman nodded, slowly raising from her chair and closing to book before shelving it onto it's respective spot on the bookshelf. While Kjerstin had lived in New Haven for the majority of her life on this rotten planet, and was fairly fluent in Japanese because of that, her mother did not have that luxury and preferred to speak her native tongue while at home. A preference that Kjerstin seemingly shared.

“Frokost er i kjøleskapet?” She asked, approaching her mother expectantly in the hopes that breakfast had been prepared. It would make the start of her day a little less stressful. Considering that her mother was about to head out for work meant Kjerstin had about half an hour until she too had to leave for another mundane day at school.

As boring as it was, however, she never attempted to skip a single day. It was a nice change of scenery, and the rowdiness of her classmates and fellow students were a welcomed distraction from the bleak and often quiet atmosphere that apparently hung around the Lindholm house.

“Ja. Ha det gøy på skolen i dag, kjære.” Her tender lips pressed gently on Kjerstin's forehead as she wished her daughter a nice and productive day.

“Du også.” Kjerstin returned the kiss with a slight bow of her head, waving her mother goodbye as she exited into the hall that separated the abundance of apartments in one of New Haven's many skyscrapers- Although in hindsight, maybe it was a small apartment complex.

Kjerstin hurriedly packed her bag and slung the single, large strap over her shoulder before closing the door to her room and making her way to the kitchen to grab the sandwiches that were left in the fridge. She made sure to pack a few for lunch while leaving one as a snack, or breakfast, on the go, and left the apartment with the same hastily rushed attitude she always had. She didn't want to be late...

While sitting out the long trip inside a, thankfully, spacious and close-to-empty wagon, Kjerstin quietly hummed the song that jammed through her headphones at present, her head swaying from side to side as she admired the view that glared at her from the other side of the window. It was rather peaceful, albeit gargantuan with all those towers almost dancing under the light of the morning sun. The streets slowly but surely swamping with crowds of pedestrians rushing out and heading for work, school or maybe just to get a sniff of fresh air managed to bring a smile on Kjerstin's face – In spite of the fact that she herself was never a fan of being in the middle of that growing crowd.

And then the monorail stopped at her station that was only a few minutes of walking away from her school. Again, with a rushed walk Kjerstin ran out of the cabin and into the busy streets to anxiously navigate herself to the academy, where she took a moment to change her shoes and store a few things at her locker before taking the elevator to her assigned floor.

“Ohayou...” Kjerstin seemed to whisper as she entered the classroom, only slightly nodding at her already present classmates, Saiko and Hiruka, before taking a seat at her table.

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The dawn had nothing on Dmitri. He was up before his alarm, and already doing laps through the neighborhood he lived in. It was right on the cusp of the slums. So, on occasion a froth of garbage leaked from it and into his morning routine. This morning a dog had chased him around an entire block. Surprisingly enough, it added it a bit of ‘oomph’ to his usual regimen—that and a lot of expletives.
Curse word. Curse word. Curse word. “…that dog come from?” Dmitri asked no one in particular as he climbed the stairs to his squashed apartment. He ducked as he entered. The Japanese boy wasn’t that tall. It was just that these apartments seemed to be created for school girls, midgets, or maybe midget school girls. That was only exemplified by how cramped the shower was. If he dropped his soap, it just stayed down there until he could get out and bend over to retrieve it. His kitchenette consisted of a mini-fridge, something like looked like a Bunsen burner, and a sink constantly went ‘drip drip drip you will go insane drip.’ Also his living room was his bedroom—the futon served as a couch and a bed. While Dmitri had never enjoyed the lap of luxury, at least his family’s house had numerous rooms and enough headspace that he didn’t nearly blind himself on a daily basis. But whatever funds his father could allocate for him went into this shanty, and obviously it wasn’t a lot. Though Dmitri was sure that his father could give a bit more.

Dmitri’s alarm blared at that moment. He quickly dried his hair off and grabbed his school uniform from the closet. Most of his clothes existed in small piles of ‘shit mountains’ here and there, except for his uniform. He had gotten a few slaps on the wrist because it had been as crumpled as a paper bag. They didn’t seem to mind that he failed to tie his tie, or that he tucked his slacks into his boots on a daily basis. Maybe they assumed it was his form of expression. Or maybe they assumed Dmitri would snap and rage through the hallways breaking faces. As much as he didn’t want rumors of his past to propagate, sometimes they came in use.
He rammed his baseball equipment into his bag and threw it over his shoulder along with his school bag. “Just one more shit year,” he told himself. Dmitri then tucked his unruly black hair into his cap and slid his headphones over his ears.

Dmitri wouldn’t even take the damn monorail if there was an easier way to get to the school. Unfortunately there was not. He always ended up taking an entire set of seats to himself—trying to catch up on the sleep he lost earlier. Of course he heard the slurs thrown his way about how he took up a row. He responded with his favorite finger.
The Academy loomed over him, one of the many fingers of the city that reached towards the sky. New Haven probably would never have been established had The Darkness not consumed Northern Japan. Dmitri would probably not be here if it wasn’t for that either. The Darkness had cast a nasty shadow over the entirety Japan. People were escaping the inevitably of it through viler and viler means.
The monorail sign flashed and drew him out of his dark thoughts. Right. No time to reminisce. Even if he did every day.

On his way out, Dmitri probably hit more than one student with his oddly disproportionately large bag. “Sorry,” Dmitri would say. “That you are in my way.”
The fight with his locker would prove that the struggle was real for anyone in an extracurricular activity. Many students were privy to him kicking his bag into the nook for a few minutes until he could get it closed well enough. Somewhere in all of that he forgot to change shoes and take off his hat.

As he made his way into the Academy, Dmitri may have taken a bit too much joy hopping over the maintenance bots. They beeped aggressively at him. Probably a proximity warning. He high-fived a few of the other baseball players, and participated in the daily heckling ritual.
“Well maybe if your pitching didn’t suck Kosuke,” Dmitri would open with. There would be an exchange of insults before he realized he was going to be late for homeroom if he didn’t high step it.
Before it was all over Dmitri ran through a few people’s vidscreens. The blue and white of the pixels nearly blinded him. He swatted it away like gnats, which completely destroyed the users’ display. He didn’t have time to stop and apologize, not that he really wanted too.
More of his favorite finger followed that.

Inevitably he slid into homeroom to find it mostly deserted. Dmitri rolled his eyes. All that rushing was for nothing. He threw his bag over the back of the chair and sat with a bored ‘plop.’ When he placed his feet on top of the desk he realized that he had failed to change shoes. Who gave a shit anyway, he thought. He would just tuck his legs underneath the desk before class started.
The Norwegian chick was there, Ker-indigestion-something. Then two of the Japanese kids. The skeevy kid with blue hair, Hir-ccup. And then Miss Prissy, at least that is what Dmitri internalized her as, Sake-o. He really needed to start remembering his classmate’s names. Eh, probably not.
Dmitri didn't say anything. He ignored the formal greeting all together. What was the point? This wasn’t a business meeting. His tie wasn’t even tied. And these people sure as hell weren't his friends.

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Character Portrait: Saiko Kibashi Character Portrait: Hiruka Sorayuki Character Portrait: Kjerstin Lindholm Character Portrait: Willow Haven Character Portrait: Kadia Nagata Character Portrait: Dmitri Kinoshita Character Portrait: Jido A. Shiko
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INITIATING BOOT-UP DRIVE

//Verifying OSID… ACCESS GRANTED
//CONFIRMED ID: AEGIS 4.0 - MODEL #1 - JIDO SHIKO
//CHECKING CIRCULATORY SYSTEMS: CHECK //REWARMING FLUIDS: CHECK //EPIDERMIS PIGMENTATION: CHECK //PERSONA DRIVER: CHECK
//INITIATING WAKEUP PROCESS… 56%


The pinwheel revolved in Jido’s retinas; he laid there aimlessly, watching the numbers slowly increase until the process was complete. His eyes dilated and blinked a few times, just to check their operational status. The android’s neck pivoted to view his surroundings. He was resting on top of white bed sheets, his limbs frozen rigidly in place and his back straightened on a streamline axis. ”And… lean forward.” As if he acted upon audible command, the student sat up and glanced down at his chest. At the moment, a black chord was embedded in his opened chest cavity, while the cover which protected his internal circuitry was hanging outward on its hinges. His integrity was an amalgamation of flashing LED lights, rotating gears and silent circuits, all centered around one central port. Said port was currently occupied by the transporter of electricity, which was currently lodged firmly inside of him. With a single motion, he gracefully yanked the power chord out and let it fall with a thump on his sheets.

”Oh, I have school today. It’s Monday, right?” Doubt and unsurety lingered in his voice. He had been asleep for the entire weekend, after all. Jido had gone through a process which he upheld on a monthly basis, a way of charging his internal battery. Since it does seem strange for a student to go complete off the radar for two days, he commonly refers to the timespan as ’that time of the month.’ His friends are left in such disbelief and awe, that they are unable to formulate a response and simply skip onto another subject. The android’s joints still felt stiff, he had to go through a few exercises before finally feeling fully awake.

Jido pressed the chest compartment back into place then quickly dressed himself. After slipping on his jacket and straightening his tie, he briskly walked down the stairs to the bottom floor. The robot and his guardian were lucky to live in a decent house. It was the government’s way of thanking the remaining members of the company which produced the Aegis 3.0 Assembly Line. The fleet of animatronics prolonged the events of the disaster, even though it was only by a little, they still bought the fleeing upper class some time. They were only able to transport his creator’s lab assistant and himself, and now they both lived in the ‘better’ part of New Haven. It was on par with what used to be classified as middle class. But now, it was considered to be a privilege to thrive in such arrangements.

The second floor consisted of a kitchen and a living room, connected by an open hallway which leads to the entrance. The android stopped by the kitchen first and was greeted by his guardian. The middle-aged man was sitting at the table, sipping on a cup of newly brewed coffee. ”Ohayo, Sir.” Jido fluently bowed then treated himself to some of the beverage. ”Ello, Jido. You better hurry up, and make sure your cavity is properly locked. Wouldn’t want your chest to unhinge in the middle of class, now would we? I’m sure some of your friends would leak themselves on the spot.” The man chuckled then took a sip, while indulging himself with that day’s newspaper. Jido let out a sigh at the man’s pun, but anxiety kicked in and forced him to double-check his cavity. After crafting himself a basic grilled cheese sandwich, he proceeded outside of the door with his satchel hanging on his shoulder. ”Oh, and remember to verify you cache later today. Haven’t done that for a while, right?” Jido shrugged and took a bite from his creation, ”Will do.” The man raised an eyebrow at the boy, ”Your fly’s undone.”

”No it’s not!”

"I see your pigmentation drive is fully operational. Voice is a little high there, though. Might want to recheck your pubescence emulation system."





Jido had arrived at the station, breathing heavily as he gasped for breath. ”Damn axels… He muttered to himself while attempting to circulate oxygen through his mechanical imitation of lungs. The android had already finished his meal on the way, but a hand was still tightly wrapped around a coffee cup. Unfortunately, the monorail was pulling away just as he set foot on the platform. ”Guess I’ll have to wait until the next ra-”

“GOTT VERDAMMT!

The android cocked his head and swiveled towards the shout. His eyes rested on another student in the same uniform as himself, who was also in the same state of unrest. ”She missed the monorail as well. Oh well.” The android glanced at the expression of the other surrounding humans. It was amazing how none of them suspected of his origins. He had to hand it to his creator, that woman was as brilliant as she was elegant. But at this point, she was presumed dead. She was no longer a directive in his life, only a mere figment of the past. He was programmed to go through life at a brisk pace, remain on par with human beings and sink into their endless crowds. It was a subtle and leisurely existence for an android, at least he wasn’t forced into decimation like his brethren. The student simply took timed sips of his beverage while waiting for the next scheduled transport to arrive. As the next monorail came to a screeching halt, its doors slid open to give leeway for the flow of commoners. Jido remained standing and hung tightly to one of the ceiling grips. Civilians shuffled and bustled around, trying to make as much room as possible in the clumped car. It was thanks to pinpoint calculations of the laws of gravity and motion that the automaton’s beverage didn’t spill on anybody. He could only grunt and keep a stoic complexure as he felt his personal space be intruded upon. ”...Too many chests rubbing against my back right now. Just stay calm. Think of tomorrow. Yada… yada… This is why I hate the late rail.”

After finally arriving on campus, Jido briskly paced his way to his building. He let his chest expand, now that he had been given his own breathing room. ”That was a hassle. A painful one at that. Welp, time for classes.” With a few tactful weaves of the hallways, he ended up at his classroom door. ”And I made it on time. Nice.” Jido eased the sliding doors open, then advanced into the classroom. ”Ohayo. Robocop is in the classroom.” Such a title was truly ironic, since it was only coined due to his calm nature. His friends knew nothing of his robotic origins. ”Sorry about being unreachable over the weekend. It was… that time of the month again. I had to lay down a lot.” And he said all of this with an unbroken facade. Not even his lips quivered in temptation to make an expression. ”Sorry Lindholm-san, didn’t get to finish that book yet. You know, the one about Japanese deities? Kinda interesting how creative people were back then. I will do so this weekend. I’ll return it to you shortly.” He slung his satchel over the back of his desk seat, then plopped himself down comfortably. Four members were already present. The titan of a student known as Hiruka, the clumsy Saiko, the super jock Dmitri, and the easily flustered Kjerstin. The extents to which he was affiliated with them varied. For the most part, he was on good terms. ”I believe Nagata-san and the rest of our class should be arriving soon. Who knows, maybe we got some new students?"

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Distrust evident in her eyes Kaida clung tighter to her sisters hand. She didn't trust this new man at all. Rich as he might be, they didn't need him. Kaida was perfectly capable of taking care if both her sister and mother.

Her mother sent her a pleading look as they walked about the house. Well, most of them anyway. Tessa was sat in her wheelchair while that man pushed her around. She looked intrested as he pointed to diffrent places around them but Kaida didn't hear a word of it. Taking note of her mother's gaze she just squeezed her sisters hand as the continued.

'You'll love it here kids. It's exciting and there's so much to do. You see, New Haven is-' The man talked on and on but now Kaida was just focused on the sights. It really was diffrent then their old home. Roomier, cleaner, and much much less smelly.

Kaida supposed this place would be the best for her sister to grow up in. It would be so much easier for her to get around and the doctors had to be great.

Yes. Kaida would live here despite the man also being present. She'd do it for her sister.




'I told you. I can't go.'

Kaida let out a moan and sunk dramatically to the floor. 'But Tessaaaaa. I can push you. Or carry you. I'll do your work, please just don't make me go to school alone!' She was now on her knees at the foot of her sister bed. Kaida had been begging for an hour to no avail.

Her sister sighed. 'Kaida.' She said quietly. 'I can't go to school anymore. It was fine when I just couldn't walk but now I can barely sit up on my own. I wouldn't make it.' With a bit of a struggle she patted her sisters head. It was clear this conversation was over.

Kaida let her head fall limp on defeat. 'Fine. But you have to help me with my work. You're the smart one here.' Tessa giggled, and nodded.

Kaida spent the next few minutes hunting for her school uniform. She normally wouldn't bother but Tessa insisted she looked good for today. After about ten minutes and some silent curse words Kaida was dressed in a semi-presentable way.

'Later sis! I'll see you when I get home.' With a kiss placed on Tessa's forehead Kaida was ready to go. She didn't bother going into her mom's room. She and Giro would still be asleep. They normally didn't wake up until Tessa called them.

Kaida reached the monorail just as the doors started to close. With a flying leap she lurched forward and entered the car just as the doors slammed behind her. A few people gave her a glare but Kaida just leaned against the wall. The thoughts of others was something she didn't need to worry about at the moment.

Reaching the campus Kaida was the first out. She continued in a slow pace towards her class, not really wanting to get here now that it was so close. Still she reached it soon enough. Kaida stood outside her classroom, staring at the door. She really, really did not want to walk in that door.

But she had promised Tessa and Kaida never broke a promise to her sister. Taking a deep breath she mentally prepared herself and opened the door.

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Sitting at his table, Hiruka just quietly sat with his chin in his palm while gazing outside of the windows, waiting for his classmate to arrive. Although he got along quite well with the others, there's only a person who he's dying to meet everyday when he got to school. And of course, that person is no one other than his best friend, now also his crush, Kyoru. He let out a sigh. Must be sleeping in again, that's so him. He thought than turned his head back and watched as the cloud slowly drifted on the blue sky. From their class's aptitude, there's nothing that they could see other than clouds and sky anyway.

As time passed by, his classmates arrived one by one. The first one was Kjerstin, the Norwegian girl. She's always been a hard-working person but somehow she seemed a little bit quiet. But Hiruka and the girl was in good terms, even though they're not that close. She's quite intelligent too and sometimes she can be, well, easily flustered. As she walked in, she whispered something that Hiruka didn't really catch, but he guessed that she was saying hello to him and Saiko. She went straight to her seat and settled down quietly.

A while later, another person arrived. Hiruka can already guessed who is it before they enter the room. Dmitri... That guy has never really got along with the rest of the class though. Hiruka has tried to scrap up some conversation with him before but all he received were some annoying yells. Though, that wasn't seem to bother Hiruka much. He shrugged as Dmitri just barged into his seat while putting his legs onto of the table, and that is when he realized that the guy didn't change shoes before entering class. Hiruka let out a quiet sigh. Oh well, he's just a typical don't-mess-with-me guy. The class won't be that colorful if there aren't any guys like him.

And, there's come another person. As the door slide, an oaky hair poked in and then an average-height boy walked in. ”Ohayo. Robocop is in the classroom.” Jido greeted. Sometimes, Hiruka did wonder why did they nickname him like that. Maybe because he was always been a calm person? He just quietly shook his head then looked on and gave the boy a smile as Jido made his way into his seat which is right in front of Hiruka's, "Ohayo, Jido-san."

”Sorry about being unreachable over the weekend. It was… that time of the month again. I had to lay down a lot.” He said with a blank expression. Yeah, the guy has always been nowhere to be seen during the time that he called "that time of the month" in a monthly routine. Hiruka wondered why did Jido always seemed to have vanished from the face of the Earth during those two days and where did he disappear to. What is even stranger is that the boy always gone missing on weekends, not weekdays.

Hiruka shrugged and stop thinking about it. Everyone has their own secrets and Hiruka absolutely have no intention to be curious about them. "I was thinking about hanging out at a new karaoke place I've just found out with Kyoru-kun back then and I intended to invite you too. But you was being unreachable during the last weekends so... yeah. Maybe next time we could go together?" Hiruka smiled. Despite that Jido was kinda odd sometimes, he was a really good friend. ”I believe Nagata-san and the rest of our class should be arriving soon. Who knows, maybe we got some new students?" Jido spoke.

"Kaida-san should be here soon. And yeah, hopefully there will be some new students today. I've heard that there was going to be a batch of them so I wouldn't surprise if we're going to have a new friend or two." Hiruka replied. He then leaned his back onto his chair as he put on his headphones while waiting until the all of his classmates to arrive.

As he set his eyes outside of the window again, his thought drifted along with the clouds. He was thinking about what would he do after he finished high school. Should he continue with college? Just the money that they sent him every month combined with his wages at several places that he works at are already more than enough to scrap up a living for him already. But he has always been fond of technology and computers, so perhaps he could follow that major? He couldn't decide just yet. He gave a quick glance around his class. Come to think of it, now that I realized I'm really a giant.

Well yeah, both him and Kyoru were the taller than any of their classmates. Some of the girls even nicknamed them the Double Tower of their class. It's nothing really to be proud of, but it was nice having people looking up to you, right? As time passed by, more students arrived and the classroom was getting crowded. And finally, his best friend arrived.

Just seeing him can already make Hiruka's face got reddened a bit already. Kyoru was smiling brightly while greeting his classmates. Hiruka's heart almost skipped a beat at the scene. "Ohayo, Hiruka-kun." Kyoru smiled to his friend while went to his seat, which is right next to Hiruka's.

"Y... Yeah, ohayo..." Hiruka spoke with a smile, trying to be as normal as he could. Both of them then chat to each other about all stuffs like they always did. And Hiruka couldn't feel happier. With that said, the time went by until all of the students and their head teacher arrived, marking the beginning of today's session.

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Yuki stirred under her covers on another quiet morning, her internal clock had decided to wake her before her alarm did. Intent on silencing the machine before its disruptive noise shattered this morning's serenity she sat up and reached over to flick the switch to turn the thing off. With a moment spent to stretch her arms and rub her eyes Yuki kicked off the covers and hopped out of bed, shivering slightly at the sensation of her bare feet on the cold floor.

The steady sound of her footsteps was the only source of noise as Yuki walked out to the kitchen, her arms crossed over her chest in an attempt to ward off the cold as the large white shirt she wore swayed about with each step. These lonely mornings were something she had grown used to over her time spent here, she had been living alone in this small apartment ever since they had been forced to evacuate. Finding some discomfort in the silence Yuki began to hum a gentle melody to herself as she began to prepare her usual morning coffee. The smell of the coffee beans instilled a breath of life into the sleepy girl as a smile spread across her lips. This little coffee born reverie and humming session was rather rudely interrupted as her ears perked up at the distant sound of her phone chirping to life back in her bedroom.

Hastily she finished the preparations for her coffee and before jogging back to her room, easily spotting the small glowing screen that laid not far from her pillow. With a single swift motion she scooped the electronic device up and began tapping and swiping at the virtual surface to see the expected message the promptly popped up. As with every morning it was a text from her father with the simple greeting of "Good morning". Yuki smiled and returned the message with a good morning of her own before returning to the kitchen to resume preparing coffee and breakfast before carrying on with the rest of her usual morning rituals. Now clean, fed, and clothed, she closed the door on her empty apartment, the time had finally to head out for another day of school.

Down outside her apartment she unlocked her bike from a rack and hopped on. It was her only mode of transportation since the move here and she had gotten quite a lot of use out of the thing. With a moment spent to place a pair of earbuds into her ears and to select a playlist of music she was on her way. It was a route she had ridden many times, nearly everyday in fact during her previous school year and so it had become an almost mindless task. The loud shout of a girl however brought her focus back into reality. She must have been quite loud to make it through the music that hummed into her ears, and German too if she heard correctly. With the commotion she slowed her pace as her gaze scanned over to identify the source of the distressing noise. A young blonde woman seemingly cursing at the rear end of the quickly disappearing tram. Making a quick judgement of the situation she rolled herself closer to the girl and removed one of her ear buds.

"Excuse me... Did you need a ride to the Academy? I've got some room on the back of my bike here if you want to tag along." She gestured towards the back of her bike where a rack was installed and currently not in use.

Willow quickly turned towards the voice that she assumed was talking to her. She was offering her a ride? Oh thank goodness!
From behind Willow could hear another train pulling in but the fact was it would be quicker to get a ride from the girl since Willow was technically supposed to be at the school already so that the school could sort out her work and schedule. If she had waited to board this train then she would have to wait another ten minutes for it to set off.

“Yes please” Willow chirped happily as she walked over to the girl and took a seat on the back of the bike.

” My name is Willow Haven, I’m new to this school it’s my first day” Willow introduced.

Yuki gave the girl a nod and waited for her to get situated on the back before taking off once more. It wasn't a very long ride to the academy from here and she figured it was better to err on the side of safety and only went at a moderate pace. Yuki kept her eyes looking forward as she pedaled forward, "I'm Yuki, Yuki Ishihara. So are you a first year then? Or are you transferring in? I'm starting my 2nd year here today." Her gaze fixated upon their destination in the distance. She wasn't usually much of a conversationalist and in truth this wasn't the most comfortable situation for her, but it simply wasn't in her nature to ignore someone in need of help.

"I'm a transfer from Germany" Willow told her polietly but she could sense the girl was uncomfortable so Willow stayed silent the rest of the ride to the Academy. She watched as the scenery passed by, her thoughts traveling back to the first time she had arrived in Japan. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she did not realize how close to the school they were until Willow felt the bike come to a hault. Glancing around Willow noted that they had arrived. She jumped off the bike and thanked Yuki for the ride before excusing herself and rushing towards the school. She made her way to the head office where they were waiting for her.

"I apologize for being late" she said politely to the lady at the front desk, who in response nodded and told Willow to take a seat and that someone would be with her shortly.

Yuki only raised a brow as the girl sprinted away. "Guess she really was in a hurry..." With a shrug Yuki popped her earphones back in and rode her bike over to lock it up before heading up to her classroom. There were a few students who had arrived before her but no one she wanted to talk to so she made her way over to her desk and took a seat, her gaze wandering over and out the window as she waited for another day of school to begin.

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Quite honestly he hadn’t thought about his past ever since he arrived at New Haven. What was the point of dwelling on the past when the future looked just as bleak? Nehemiah sighed with an unamused expression as he watched the TV in front of him blare on about destruction and chaos. Was there anything else the news could report on besides the negative? He was going to be late for school that much was apparent as the time clicked away without him making a single move to get ready. Finally a knock jarred Nehemiah from his thoughts and he glared at the door.

“Yes?” he responded.

“You’re going to be late for school Miho,” a female voice as gentle as the voice of an angel came from beyond the door. “Besides, it’s the beginning of a new year at the Academy.”

“Don’t remind me,” Nehemiah retorted as he pushed up in the bed into a sitting position. “The thought alone is why I’m still in bed.”

“Nehemiah Namikawa, get out of that bed this instant!” his mother warned as she knocked one last time, “you have fifteen minutes.”

Nehemiah could hear her footsteps as she made her way down the corridor and into the kitchen. As much as he loathed going to school, he knew his uncle would want him to better his education and go to college. This pathway was simple to accomplish, but it’s easier said than done. If it isn’t one thing with the teachers at the Academy, it’s another with the various cliques and awful excuses for human beings that attend the school. His friends had all dispersed after past events. Some went to America, some went to the UK and some just moved to different parts of Asia too far to remain in contact. Even online communication wasn’t enough to keep them all together. One by one they dropped off the radar until only a select few remained. Nehemiah sometimes wondered if it was worth the hassle to make new friends. It irritated him that there were so many missed opportunities, but he wasn’t even sure if he was ready for more relationships to form. Sliding into the shower, he let the warm liquid ease his troubled mind, and when the bathroom was filled with steam, he made his exit. Towel dried and ready to go, he partook of the chore known as getting dressed. One by one he pulled on a piece to his outfit, and when he was done with that, he began to accessorize. A necklace around his neck, a bracelet to add attention to his perfectly manicured hands, it was all meant to show that he was a guy just like any other guy but his facial features betrayed what he was going for.

The ride to the Academy was a peaceful one. Nehemiah sat on the monorail with his head tilted back and his eyes closed. He was blissfully aware of his surroundings but he didn’t care in the slightest. The bell dinged signaling that his stop was next. Gazing out of a nearby window his mind began to delve into the world of divination. It was scary when his mind decided to wander into the future of others around him. This time it was no different. He sensed death, darkness; it all came rushing at once. The stench was unbelievable and as the monorail rolled up to his stop, Nehemiah scrambled to get off before puking on the lovely marble that supported his feet. On lookers seemed worried for him, one even managing to touch his shoulder and ask if he was alright.

“I’m fine,” he replied panting slightly. He would be fine. It wasn’t the first time this had happened. He was afraid to tell anyone. He didn’t know what this was, or how to control it, or if it was controllable. He didn’t have time to worry about it though as the clock was ticking and he’d be late soon if he didn’t arrive at the Academy.

Putting himself back together, he hurried off towards the Academy. Passing familiar faces, he smiled and waved and as he neared the famed steps of the Academy, he couldn’t help but wonder what this year would hold.

“Hi Neho,” a familiar voice rang out as Nehemiah turned just in time to be tackled with a hug by a overly exuberant young girl. Nehemiah laughed softly before pulling the girl off of him realizing her to be one of his friends that moved away.

“Mia, what are you doing here?” Nehemiah asked in surprise.

“Well you see my dad moved back while my mom stayed in California, so I had a choice to make and it wasn’t easy. Dad was called back on assignment,” Mia replied still with a unnerving grin on her face.

“Guess that means you’re back for a while huh?” Nehemiah replied as the conversation began. The two talked for a while, walking down the hall and entering the Academy. The conversation lasted the entire walk until Nehemiah had to go to class.

“Catch you later Mia,” Nehemiah said giving her a friendly kiss on the cheek before entering the classroom and finding his table.