Hideaki Takao Katsuro
ā¬Liron River Pier's bank - 6:30 PM - November 21st - Raining It was raining. Each heavy raindrop fell down from the sky to his outstretched hand and broke into hundreds tiny water droplets. Briefly, the young man wondered if it was possible for a person to collect all these beautiful raindrops and keep them for himself because he wanted them. Chuckling at his silly thoughts, he took a deep breath. Watching silently from the river bank as another raindrop fell on his index finger and rolled down his palm, the young man raised his right hand and looked at the water droplet, his eyes shone with mild interest. He kissed his index finger gently, the raindrop broke and the water made his lips wet. The young manās lips curled into a mysterious smile. The raindrop tasted just like tearsā¦ but without the pain. Sighing, he let his hand drop to his side and the other hand tightened his grip around the dark purple umbrella.
Pushing his headphone up slightly, the young man ran his hand through the messy purple hair, his violet eyes closed for 10 whole seconds, just enjoying the music in general. Humming the lyrics of his favorite song, he brushed a lock of hair off his eyes. ā Take me down to the river bendā¦ Take me down where the fighting endsā¦ Wash the poison from off my skinā¦ Show me how to be whole againā He opened his eyes and looked around. Several people were staring at him but the young man paid them no mind. A giggle caught his attention and he turned back to see a group of girls looking at him, giggling girlishly. The young man gave them a slight wave and a bow, inwardly rolling his eyes when they fell into another fit of helpless giggles. Girlsā¦ Sighing deeply, the young man decided to go home. It was getting late anyway.
He took out his cellphone and stared at the date. Oh, today was November 21st. So, it had been a while since he last called his parents then. He wondered if he should give them a phone call tonight, just enough to ease their worry but not enough to give anything away. His adopted parents would have a heart-attack if they knew their precious son had practically become a mercenary and a gang member. Just imagine, āHideaki Katsuro ā Adopted son and the only heir of the Katsuro Company was a gang memberā. Oh, that would be a shocking news. The young man ā now could be identified as Hideaki Katsuro, chuckled at his own imagination. Pursing his lips, Hideaki considered if he should just call his parents or wait for them to call him. If his guess was correct (more often than not), his parents would just call him tomorrow if he didnāt call them tonight. āThe joy of having protective parentsā¦ā Hideaki thought with another heavy sigh.
āā¦'Cause I'm only a crackā¦ In this castle of glassā¦ Hardly anything left for you to seeā¦ For you to seeā Hideaki sang loudly again, earning even more looks from the other people. Smirking, the young man thought āMaybe I can become a singerā¦ that will certainly earn me more money than working for this Itex organizationā¦ā Taking another deep breath, Hideaki kicked a small stone on the river bank, finally decided to move his feet. He opened his mouth to continue his song āBring me home in a blinding dreamā¦ Through the secrets that i have seenā¦ Wash the sorrow from off my skinā¦ And show me how to be whole-ā He was rudely interrupted as the alarm mode of his cellphone began to beep annoyingly. āWhat now?ā Hideaki asked, mostly to himself, his eyebrows furrowed disapprovingly when he read the message he had saved days ago. āOh, come onā¦ Itās today? Again?ā Sighing, Hideaki rubbed his eyes tiredly and put the cellphone back to his pocket, the message āItex Meetingā still shone brightly as the young mercenary speeded up to go back to his own cozy home.
Hideaki's house - 6:45 PM - November 21st - Raining
Hideakiās house was surprisingly neat and cleaned for a young man living by himself. The house wasnāt big though its structure was nice. The outside walls were painted white. There were several wooden windows and a big wooden door. Fumbling with his keys, Hideaki bit back a curse when he realized he had forgotten to cook dinner. Pizza, thenā¦ He really hated that thing. Opened the door to his house after exactly 30 seconds messing around with his keys, Hideaki walked into the house and turned on the lights. Smiling grimly when he spotted a messy stack of homework and unfinished projects on his table, Hideaki decided he would do it tonight, after he had finished the meeting and the phone call to his parents. He only hoped he would be fresh enough to do the tasks.
Pushing the books aside, Hideaki opened his (also) violet laptop and turned it on. Waiting impatiently for the damned thing to work, Hideaki vowed he would buy another laptop as soon as he collected enough money. Oh, speaking of money, he really should ask how much he would be paid for this mission. The world was having an economic depression after all and he needed to have as much money as possible. Opening the chat system, Hideaki muttered in irritation. He hated Hermit with a passion and he was pretty sure the feeling was mutual. However, was it possible for someone to hate themselves? Because it was certainly possible for him. āWhen the devil grows oldā¦ā The mask appeared in front of him, its Grace Stone fragment reflected a soft turquoise color under the dimmed light of his room. Taking a deep breath, Hideaki closed his eyes and put the mask on, feeling the cool texture fit his face perfectly.
A ghost of a smile appeared on Hideakiās lips as he read the second phrase gently āā¦he turns Hermitā His purple hair slowly darkened and became longer until it was pitch black and reached the middle of his back. Tying the soft black hair with a white cloth he had already put on the table, Hermit opened his onyx eyes, sighing contently when he felt the thirst for more and more subdued until it was only a slight throbbing pain in his heart that reminded him who his real person was. His long and pale fingers typed the second password gracefully and his smile widened ever so slightly when he saw who was already there.
ā Chariot, reporting for dutyā
Hermitās lips curled into a pleasant smile as he heard Chariotās voice. He was defeated again, it seemed. Chariot was always earlier than him. Hermit spoke gently, his voice was kind and gentle, betrayed nothing of his own anger at being defeated by Chariot. His stomach twisted almost painfully while his face still had that pleasant smile. āHermit, reporting for duty.ā Finished the formal part, Hermitās lips curled into a pleasant smile as he asked Chariot casually āHey, Chariot, how are you today?ā Inside, however, Hermit thought sinisterly, an evil glint in his eyes could send shivers down someoneās spine if they stared at those black orbs for too long. Hermit was worthy of his title, pleasant on the outside but ruthless and evil in the inside āKekeke, how I wish I could chop off his head, take out his gut, paint the walls redā¦ oh yesssss, his meat must be really tastyā¦ I wonder if I can rip off his heart with my bare handā¦ Butā¦ it wonāt be goodā¦ Iām a hermit after allā¦Kekekeā
