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by Ghost_x1000 on Thu Apr 03, 2008 12:14 pm
Kaguya just smiled.
"Dangerous? I highly doubt it. However, you may have a point. I'm hardly dressed to be walking around on the street. Just a little here, ant then you do like so, and... there, what do you think?"
The change was incredible. His hair, once strait and neat, was now wild like a horse's mane. His posture, no longer tall and strong as a mountain, was lean, like a beast ready to pounce. His poise made way for a swagger that spoke of unbelievable cockiness. And his clothes looked totally different when messed up. To complete his transformation, he had wrapped his hands and fore-arms in a light cloth, which made him look, if not totally, then very like a common street fighter. It also had the side effect of hiding the tatoo on his hand.
"So, what do you think? I doubt anyone'd want to attack me for what I look like now. So, what's your story? Oh, but I'm forgetting my manners. It's polite to tell the other person about yourself first. My names Kaguya, but you can call me Kazuma. It's what I'm going to change my name to. That was what my name was originally supposed to be, but the doctor had a hearing problem, and his Japanese wasn't too good. So I was legally misnamed. I live with my mother and brother, both cursed with the mark of Kasmar. I was raised by my stepfather, because my mother was busy training my brother to take up the family bloodline rule. He was ethnically only half-japanese, the other half being korean. He was the one that taught me martial arts, and the one that gave me my first vibro-knife. He often took me to a neighborhood not too far from here, to see where he grew up. 'Remember' he said, 'that you are not better than the people here. The are probably better than you, because they work and fight just to stay alive. You've got it easy, being born in the heights. If you lived down here, you'd have to work for yourself. That's why I teach you what I do. Because you must learn that no human is better than another.' He was always full of great wisdom like that. He saw everyone as equal. Even though he was living a life of luxury, he knew that he was no better than the lowest poverty-stricken bum. He was at the top of the social ladder, until the genetic tagging law was passed. Then he found out he was a Dazin. That's what killed him. My mother, along with several of her Kasmar friends tortured him and killed him one night. The policemen, also Kasmar, didn't even file a report about him. They just took him and dumped him in a ditch one day. That's when I learned just what he meant. The world is full of injustice, with the higher classes oppressing the lower ones. Like Mik did today. Again, I'm sorry. He was being a pig. I really have to thank you, though. It was you that made me see what he was really like. I discovered that I was unable to stand people like him; people that treat other humans like trash. If there really is a God, and he really has made a hell, then sure enough there is a special place for people like that, right in the hottest pit. And my mother's going to be right at the bottom, burning the hottest. All she thinks about is her image and social staning. It makes me sick, and she's taught my brother to be like that also. Oh, I've forgotten my manners again. I must have been boring you with all this rambling. I'm sorry."
Kugaya looked down, ashamed that he had had gone off like that again. For some reason, whenever he started thinking about that, he started to get mad. The injustice was sickening. He couldn't stand it.
Then he realized what he must seem like. He turned to the girl, and smiled an apology smile. "So," he said, aware that he must have made a fool of himself, "what's your story? You hold yourself like a princess, albeit one that's been shamed. How'd you end up in a slum like this?"
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