His eyes were heavy as his headache boomed. He reached up and rubbed his head feeling somewhat different. He slowly sits up and looks around. People cowering around as he’s confused. He looks at his hands. His knuckles covered in dry blood as he slowly rises to stand.
The buildings were dark, drained of life. Storm clouds loomed overhead, blocking out the sun. People cowering and rushing away from him as he takes a step forward. Almost losing his balance as he takes another step. Turning to look at one of the people looking at him.
“What are you looking at?” His voice was deep and grungy as his throat was brash. Slowly walking over and leaning on the door frame. Stumbling in and sitting at the bar on a stool.
“Give me a small glass of water…” The bartender nods as he coughs a bit. Shocked when someone brave enough sits beside him.
“They finally got ya, ay?... It’s about time Yuma…” Yuma looks at the man recognizing Yuma as his name.
“And who are you?” The man laughs a bit.
“Kuza… Kuza Akabane… and you my friend… are Yuma… although… I never got your last name before they erased your memory…” Yuma is slightly shocked and turns to look at Kuza.
“Erased… my memory?... So what now… You gonna tell me you wanna travel the World or something… Memory wiping doesn’t exist… it’s impossible…” Kuza sighs.
“Yeah, because your Memory was erased is why you don’t believe it exists you idiot… And for your reference… I do wanna travel the World!” Yuma bursts into laughter as he grabs his glass of water. Drinking it to stop himself from choking.
“Yeah right!... What World would you travel exactly?... The stupid ruler of this island would stop you before you even got a chance… and for all we know, this little island Nation here… could be all that’s out there… it could just be the ocean around the entire globe for all we know!” Kuza is shocked.
“After I heard on the news about a massive sea spanning for infinity… I’ve wanted to connect every single island together!... Under one massive alliance!... I know I can do it, we just have to make it to heaven's gate! I grew up staring at the newspaper every day. I’m not gonna die on this rock like my parents did.” Yuma stands up slamming his fist on the table.
“You have fun with your day dreamin’… But one day… You’ll come to realize that this world… ain’t nothing but a bunch of stragglers fighting to prove themselves in a society where nobody gives a thought… Trust me… Reality strikes hardest when you’re at your weakest” Yuma starts to walk out as Kuza stands up. Clenching his fist.
“I know you wanna do something with your life Yuma!... Don’t set your dreams aside because of some… Restriction!... The strongest resistance comes just before something great!... you know that!... So tell me… what’s your goal!?” There’s a silence as Yuma stops walking.
“Thought provoking question… how do you say we persevere through something we can’t even see?” Kuza is slightly shocked before smirking.
“We take down the King'' Yuma stared at his hands, unsure if the blood on his knuckles was truly his own. Something inside him felt... wrong. Like a puzzle with missing pieces, he couldn't tell where he ended and this "Yuma" began. Yuma loses his smile. Walking out of the shop.
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“Have fun with that… Kuza”
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Yuma walks down the street as blood drips from his fists, Staggering into a shop. Turning the corner and stumbling into the bathroom. His eyes widen as he looks at himself in the mirror.
His eyes were a light purple and he had pale skin. His pink hair was cut short with two small horns over his eyes. He looked at his mouth as his eyes blurred. Normal teeth looked back at him as he smirked. He shook his head as he walked out of the bathroom. A girl walked over to him, grabbing his shoulder, and sat him down.
“What are you-” The girl doesn’t respond and touches his shoulder. A green glow forms around him as his injuries slowly heal. The bruises fading, the blood drying up.
“You… Healed me…!?” She shushes him and whispers.
“My Ipulatie Mantra allows me to heal others… but keep a secret... Now go” Yuma quickly nods and walks away. The girl bounced several coins in her hands that she swiped from his pockets.
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Several suspicious people sit at a table. Looking at each other. The room was dimly lit, the table dark. Windows looked outside on the storm clouds, on the other side of the room was a bounty bulletin board.
“I heard that Idiot Yuma was at it again?” The one at the end of the table nods.
“Yes… He may not realize it yet… But that boy isn’t normal… He’s everything but… Pink hair… horns… Pointy ears?... What exactly is he?” There was silence as one took a deep breath.
“Whatever he is, he has to be taken care of before he makes it to Heavens Gate-” Another of the group interrupts.
“IF he makes it to the gate… remember… he’s only a Cadet… He’s 21… So don’t put too much pressure on him… We’d still need permission to kill a 21 year old unless we want an Admiral-” The King interrupts the meeting.
“If this meeting is about the Yuma boy… I don’t care what the World government says… Execute him before he has the chance to leave this island” The King stares at them with seemingly no emotions. The meeting is dismissed as a bulletin board comes into view again. A paper slapped right in the middle with Yuma’s picture on it. A Ѥ150 Enni bounty Dead only poster.
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Yuma walks down the street as several officers circle him. Yuma glares at them as they all rush forward.
“Not even gonna say anything?” Yuma blocks one of their batons and grabs it from him. Bashing it against the man’s head. Stomping his face into the ground. One of the officers points a gun at him and threatens.
“I will shoot!” Yuma looks unfazed as he walks towards him. Dropping the baton; His only defense. The officer looks down at the baton in shock that he dropped it. Yuma appeared behind him with a gun to the officer's head. The officer looks down as Yuma had stolen his gun.
“I don’t care if you shoot… But hesitating for a moment after starting the fight… Is the reason you were destined to lose… When you pick a fight… you must be fearless in the face of them… You were the one who declared a fight… So you shouldn’t be afraid of the one you picked a fight on…” Several officers rush at Yuma. Yuma kicks the officer to the ground and points the gun. Squinting one eye and shooting several of the remaining officers. Standing dominantly over top of their bodies.
“Declare only fights you can win… If you don’t think you can… then don’t even try…” Yuma drops the gun and starts to walk away. Stopping before speaking.
“In this world… Even with my memories wiped by your stupid ‘King’... I can confidently say one thing…” Yuma looks at the Officer who had the gun.
“You are the most free… Those who are brave enough to stand in the face of danger… are the ones that are the most free” Yuma walks away. Kuza looks through the window of the nearby bar.
“So he’s your friend?” Kuza looks at the other person sitting at his table.
“Yeah… You healed him just earlier today didn’t you?” The girl smiles, her long blond hair drooping over her shoulders.
“Just wanted to make sure, babe”
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Yuma walks into his apartment, his eyes blankly stare through the house.
“I’m tired… Tomorrow should be interesting… Let me at that measly King” Yuma glares out the apartment window. Looking up at a fancy government building on top of the hill.
“I’ll kill him… so then I can finally give this country the freedom they deserve!”