Prologue: The Deception Of Tomorrow.[/center]



Clouds grew, ominous and black, over the sky of Naruki city. A storm was coming, a malicious and vindictive storm. But not just a storm was coming, a being of destruction, and a being that wanted to erase the city from the face of the earth.  To put an end the miseries of human scum. The worse their is in this universe or any other universe know or unknown.




Nothing was safe from its unholy wrath, for it had been wronged and now was coming to fix that with its own twisted sense of justice. Within this mass of clouds was a man, a creature of peace, destruction, and suffering. Enraged over his failure to reduce Naruki to dust, he let out a howl of rage and anger. The storm began to pick up, raging across the sky. Winds were billowing and blowing, rain beginning to torrentially descend upon the unholy city. The winds howled, echoing the rage howl of the beast within the storm. The storm blotted out the sun, swept away the ash that lingered in the air, reduced the heat to nothing, and signaled the arrival of the beast.

The clouds extended as far as the eye could see, the storm easily a kilometer across from one side to the other. The howling winds roared as they began to pick up in fierceness, the taller buildings of the city began to sway slightly in the strength of the winds. The rains fell faster and harder, the ground becoming soaked as the water begins to slowly pool. The sky crackled for a moment, before a lightning bolt streaked down from the heavens, striking into one of the now soaked small buildings. Lightning coursed through the building, screams of agony could be heard coming from it. More streaks of lightning streaked down from the sky, striking into the ground. Trees fractured, toppling over from the well placed lightning bolt strikes. A twenty meter circle was relatively, unharmed for the moment. But not for long.

Looking down towards the floor, he closed his eyes. It has been 5 months since the unfortunate incidence. Yet he could remember it like today. It was terrible. He had suffered a lot because of it but he grew away from it as well. Day by day, it growing to a fond of rememberence. And he knew that there would be a point, which he would completely forgot it all. He patiently waited for that day. But he also knew it was not yet.

He adjusted his trench coat as he moved a few steps back from the grave stone. It was dark, wet and filled with muddy sand. Half of the engravings were not visible, because of that. He had the desire of cleaning it but he had no intention to do such a thing. A clash! Udarsha looked up as rain started to spatter on his face as well. The weather was getting rougher by the minute. He knew he had to move out. For awhile maybe. Putting his hands inside his pocket he moved forward. As he spitted on the grave of his death desire, as he went pass it. In the rain spattered cemetery he walked. Thinking of his desire; who was nevermore alive...  


 

As day would slowly began to turn to dust, the skies would grow blackened with hatred of a storm beginning to move in. The winds would carelessly ruffle the trees, plants, and anyone or anything that stood bold enough to test it. The clouds would bugle together before swelling within it's self and releasing a soft cry of rain that would lightly pour down on the earth. The sky's tears would bellow onto the City of Naruki and unleash it fiery of thunderous screams and flashes of pain that many would call lightening and thunder. To many this was a time to be still but for the rare few this was just another setting in what could be a interesting night.

Clashes and screams of the weak would pour out into the streets as a young looking man would causal stroll down the street. His black hood and scarf would hide his face away from the elements as only a slight structure of his face could be made out. His haze green eyes would flicker in flashes of lights as a slight fog would pour from his heavy breathe. His foot steps would shatter puddles of rains that grouped together on the side-walk. His steeps were calm and purposeful as he made his way towards the cemetery located near the top of the street that man travelled on. His blue pants would continue to dance in the wind as the rain would pick up pace and pound the earth even harder. As the gate's of the cemetery came into the view the young boy would allow his scarf to unravel and reveal his lips. He would than take the time to pulled a cigarette from his hood's pocket, along with a lighter and begin to take long draw pulls on the lit cigarette.

A rough cloud out smoke would rush from the boys lips as the tip of the cigarette be came soaked from drops of rain that dared touched it. The boy would continue to make his way into the graveyard as he would pulled out a white rose and place it upon a head stone that read the date 1987. Although the young looking man had no real knowledge of the boy who rested in this grave, like the boy's dreams, fears, hopes, or past, what drew the young man to the boy's grave was that he was at fault for not protecting him. The young man would allow another pull from his cigarette to fill his lungs as he would let out a soft tear and another cloud of smoke. His attention would slowly fade towards the sky as words would softly form over his lips to say, "That person must have truly been horrible to you, if you would want to go through the extents of spitting on their grave in a storm like this." His eye's would slowly fall towards his left as he would towards a man like figure. "Than again it's none of my business" Riku Kato would allow a small pause to take over his voice before saying, "You smoke?" He would slowly pull out a pack of cigarettes and tilt the bow towards the man like figure.

Riku would yawn softly as the man would take the pack from his hands. He would slightly pull the end of the cigarette from his lips and toss it on a wet patch of grass. His eyes would flicker once more as another flash of lightning would crack through the sky. Riku would slowly tilt his head back until his hood would fall from over his head and reveal his face as he would allow a sly grin to crawl across his face. Riku would slowly turn towards the man and speak a soft few words, "My name is Riku... and please don't thank me." In a swift move he would slightly push pass the man as he would allow his back to rest against a tree.

"I would have to say that I find it odd, that you spit on the grave of a woman that you say died before her time." Riku would slightly pause as he would allow his gaze to slide back towards the grave sight that he had laid the rose on. His mind could help but think that the creatures that were known as humans were much to fragile and held to much of an impact on people lives. Riku would slightly grit his teeth together as he would turn back towards the stranger and would say, "How about we talk about this over a drink..." He would slightly pause as a soft gust of wind would rub across his face briefly.

He would continue to finish his statement, "I know of a great bar that allows smoking and it's my treat." Riku would slowly turn his back towards the stranger and begin to walk his foot steps would make a soft impact on the earth as each step seemed to be filled with passion and power. He would allow his hood to rest against his neck as his hair would dance in the fabrics of winds that would grab it. "It is only a few blocks down," He would begin to explain. "I would hate to drag you too far out of your way for a few brief moments of story exchanging." He would continue to walk as he would reach into his hood and pull out another pack of cigarettes. He would quickly light it and take a deep pull.

A soft cloud of smoke would pour from his lips with each steps as he would make his way towards the entrance of the cemetery. His jeans would now begin to stick to his body much like everything else that he wore as the sky continued to soak him in it's glorious rain. As he would press his hand on the gate he would stop for a second and turn back towards the man and say, "Hey stranger what should I call you?" His question would be followed by a shallow howl of wind and than a blank emptiness. Riku would take his hands and rub it through his hair as he would ring out a few drop of water that soon be replaced by more down pour.

(I apologize for the wait... work and writer's block slowed my progress.)

Riku would slowly manage to pull another cigarette from his box as he would placec it into his mouth and light it. He would allow a shallow puff of smoke to pour from his lips as he would look the man over. He would be slightly taken off guard by the man's knowledge of him but would allow it to pass there shortly as he had one of those types of reputaitons that sometimes that exceeded him in occations like this one. He wouls gracefully pull the cigarette from his lips and with his index finger softly tap the base and cause the ashes to drop from it. He would allow a coy grin to take over his face as he would slightly turn his back to Udarsha before saying.

"Weren't you just listening, I'm getting ready to go to the bar and have a drink." He answer would come off sly as he would slightly begin to dance around the man questions, "I had offered you a chance to bless me with a drinking buddy but as you said you're not a drinker, so I guest I will have to find the company of a lovely young lady tonght..." Riku would turn around and allow his coy grin to turn even more as he would carry a slight demonic smirk to his face. "Don't tell me you've changed your mind now, but I must ask how do you know so much about me friend?" Riku would take a short look of interest before allowing it fade carelessly before saying, "Well i guess it doesn't matter at this point... The real question would be how do move on from here?" Riku would allow his back to fall against the gate as it would make a rather loud clinking sound from hitting the shealth of his blade.

Riku would slowly rub his hand across his chest making sure to unfasten the strap guide it down towards his waist where he would use his other hand to resecure it. Althought Riku was fund of drawing his blade in the world of living, he was not too keen of passing up a chance at a good fight either. His haze green eyes would flicker under the crack of another flash of lightening as he would wait from his guest to make to the next move. Riku would allow his head to turn towards the sounds off foot steps, he would allow his gaze to follow as mumbled words would slightly ring out "It All Ends Here For You.."

Riku would allow his gaze to move from the sound of the on coming foot steps towards Udarsha. Riku would allow a nod of agreement for a second before he would say. "Why don't you go on ahead without me... I'll catch up." His eyes would than dart back out towards the foot steps that where getting louder. He would allow his hand to rest on the back of his sheath of his blade as he would allow another short foggy breath of smoke to clear from his lips. He would take his final pull of the cigarette before spitting it out and crushing it with the tip of his shoe. He would than begin to walk towards the forest where he could hear the steps of someone coming. With in seconds he would disappear in the shadows of the trees. His foot steps would quickly dissolve into a blank emptiness. That would be covered by loud pouring rain and a sudden crack of lightening.

Udarsha narrowed his eyes and looked at Kato. There was something up with him. Maybe he was troubled. Or hurt. Udarsha examined him slowly. He was smoking small a cigarette, which was nearly at it's end. Other than that he was soaked wet. There was no sign of any isolation or whatever in him. Udarsha looked at him and gave him a small smile and took a few steps forward as he stopped. As he looked back. "Your not going anywhere"

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