HOPE

This life is hers... so I can't selfishly die and waste it. I'll have to live for her. This time... I'll be her hope. { Akuta Kamome | 1bitheart } Private && Selective Tracking: 1bitnovelist

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{Signs of Life}

        ✎;; The life of famous author Akuta Kamome was a surprisingly bland one for a person who had written countless of bestsellers. Alas, that was only what was to be expected when one spent ones entire life locked up in a hospital room, only able to migrate down to the ground floor every once in a while.

        ✎;; That was where Akuta was today, just as any other day. Leisurely sprawled out across the ground floor of the 307 Tower, well hid off in a corner where he would not be bothering anyone. Not that it mattered much -- the author had already become part of the decour for anyone who frequented the tower and most decided to give up on talking to him.

        ✎;; One person however had been different. Hearing the light footsteps he had grown so accustomed to pass the elevator and stop in front of him, Akuta didn’t even bother to look up from his spot on the floor. After all, his cheek against the cold surface felt like the only heaven he could ever imagine to exist.

        ✎;; “Nanashi. What have you come here for today...? Is there any purpose to keep meeting like this now that we’ve completed what we set out to do?” He was genuinely surprised to see the younger male step up to him even if he should have been expecting to see more to him now that they were friends.

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{Hospital Blues}

        ✎;; It would be a shame to say that hospitals bore much individuality - once you had seen one you had seen them all. That was what Akuta liked to believe, but for a change, his attention was caught as blank eyes started at creatures of nightmares walking past.

        ✎;; He had been admitted to this place after yet again being found collapsed on the floor of some random supermarket with nice air conditioning, and the nurse accompanying him had already been complaining to him that she should have never allowed him to go and that he would be staying in the hospital from now on. What was the point of this holiday then?

        ✎;; “Ah... What is this torture? If they are going to make me roast slowly under the sun then why not just let me die in peace?” came the deflated complaints of the young man who was laying powerlessly on a bench in the hospital garden, IV drop accompanying him. He had been told to ‘go get some fresh air’, but the problem was just that the summer heat was making things even worse for the author who handled shifts in temperature very poorly.

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{ Touring Hell }

[klvreinherz]

          『 ✞ 』 The police didn’t have enough power to take down the criminal with just their armored technology. The huge insect-like monster could swat the authorities away as if they were the insects. It was causing so much discord and havoc in the city that the safety percentage level was low, and that vehicles weren’t allowed to travel in that route until the chaos had been averted. And so far, the plan of stopping the source of the chaos hadn’t been progressing. 

          Things were already beginning to spiral out of the control. Citizens were running away in panic, vehicles were sent flying into the air; not to mention the building where the monster came from was on the brink of collapsing. Since there was no way of it actually being from the establishment itself, it could have dug its way to the surface from the ground. But the real question was: why did it decide to terrorize the city? Was its reason irrational? It looked like it didn’t steal anything. It wasn’t even trying to kill anyone on purpose.

          But it didn’t mean that it wasn’t possible that the monster wouldn’t do that. It might cause more trouble for everyone. It shouldn’t go far. One affected area had enough damage as it was. And so, Libra members were taking on the enemy full force. Chain was distracting it by appearing and disappearing at the same time, while Zapp was planning to restrain it using his blood. Steven and K.K. would work together on bringing it down with their combined abilities.

          On the other hand, Klaus saw debris about to fall on an innocent bystander that was on his knees. He dashed towards the boy and smashed the huge chunk of debris with his fist. “Are you alright?” asked Klaus. He gave the younger male a once-over, but he noticed that he looked unfazed by the current situation happening in this particular area in Jerusalem’s Lot.

          Klaus would be worried if something had hurt the boy, but he was even more worried that he looked so dull… and lifeless? Did an event happen in the boy’s life that led him to this state? Indeed, it was just right for the red-haired man to ask if the other male was alright.

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          ✎;; It all happened in an instant - just as he was prepared to meet with his makers, a huge monster -- no, was that a man?! -- stepped in to take the brunt of the force. Akuta’s lifeless eyes glanced up at the massive human in front of him. He didn’t know whether he should be relieved or disappointed that he had been saved like this in the very last moment. And he even cared to ask about the author’s well being.

         ✎;; “I have no idea... Should I be happy that my life has been rescued or give into distress that my resolve was so hastily stepped on and tossed aside?” His words were incomprehensible and he didn’t seem to care to explain them further. Likewise were his efforts at actually getting away minuscule.

         ✎;; At that very moment he had been resolved to move to the other world -- no, he had wanted it. “Ah... what am I supposed to do now...? If I can’t even die, what’s the whole point of it?” His depressed outlook still hadn’t changed, and weakly the youth began  struggling back onto his legs, stumbling a bit forwards before falling back down to his knees. Even if his expression was unaffected by events, Akuta’s entire body was shaking with the unfamiliar sense of adrenaline rushing through. It was more than what his fragile stature could handle.

         ✎;; “... I must go back to review,” he concluded vaguely, but his body was little help in moving. Maybe he should just... Hmm. It really did seem appealing to him. Just a bit closer and... Akuta laid himself flat down on the ground with a satisfied sound, paying little attention to the chaos around him. “... It’s so nice and cold...” came the mutter accompanying his actions. “I think... I’ll stay here for just a bit longer.”

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{ Touring Hell }

            ✎;; ‘How about making your next book take place in Jerusalem’s Lot? You need to keep up with the latest news Kamome-sensei. The new New York is the latest news!’

           ✎;; Honestly he had no wish to comply with his editor’s wishes. It seemed like too much of a bother to travel so far away just for the sake of writing a book when he could just as well write one with a setting in the local area. Or even think one up. Even if he had no knowledge of the world and the people around him, his imagination was good enough to think up colourful sceneries and a variety of astonishing characters one should never imagine coming from a young man who wasn’t even supposed to leave his hospital room.

           ✎;; But if he went it would mean special allowance to get out of the stuffy hospital, and that was an offer he’d gladly take any day. Of course the nurse didn’t allow him to wander off on his own, but it was still way better than being in bed. Now, if he could only find a nice cold place in this city he had to go visit as well, that would be perfection.

           ✎;; Of course with his limited knowledge of the world and his negligence to read newspapers and watch TV, in reality Akuta hadn’t the faintest inkling towards the place he would be visiting. In fact, the first thing he had done upon arrival, and seeing monsters from the deepest depths of his imagination freely walk the streets, was faint.

           ✎;; Now, a bit more accustomed to the strange sightings, he had sneaked out of the hospital room he had been placed in temporarily after his little stunt, and depressed eyes ran over the streets and traffic of the city. So this was what it felt like to be amidst a busy city life. He could definitely use this for reference.

           ✎;;  What he hadn’t anticipated was the sudden burst of a wall not five metres ahead of him. Debris and bricks flew everywhere around as something that looked like a bug at the size of a truck emerged from within, having presumably walked wherever it pleased, taking no account for whatever buildings there might be in its way. A loud yell as a silver haired man came running after it. Akuta who had fallen to his knees in surprise and was going pale at the suspense he wasn’t used to was looking up at the building that now threatened to collapse. And right there and then he accepted his fate.

           ✎;; “So this is where I die.  In the debris of a city far away from home... how depressing. Ah, I wish I could at least have fulfilled my wish to die with someone else...”

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