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Welcome to the very first Voltage Fandom Content Creation Challenge!
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Kuranosuke Kiba - the black sheep (Shorts collection)
Summary: His whole life, Kuranosuke was told to change himself, that he wasn't good enough, talkative enough, emotional enough. If he was silent, people didn't like him. If he was talkative, people also didn't like him. There was no way to win for those like him, was it?
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Toddler Kuranosuke - 3 years old
Kiba family was known for having talented and artistic people. So, there was no way the kids wouldn't be the same. The oldest daughter proved how strong the Kiba genes were. And she tried her best to do the same for her younger brother. Was she going to dance classes? Kuranosuke had to go too. Birthdays? Kuranosuke was somewhere near the table with sweets. Music? The little boy tried his best to find any joy in it.
Being a family of extroverts, Kibas had a lot of friends. And what could be better than showing off talented kids? That was the thought in the adult Kibas' mind.
At first, it was Kuranosuke's sister's turn to show everyone how talented and smart she was. She let everyone look at her paintings, sang for them, danced the strange thing she had learned a few days ago, and got everyone's praises. By the end of the program, she turned towards her younger brother.
"Do you want to hear the poem Kuranosuke learned in only a day? It took me two to learn it, but he is so cool!"
Now, everyone was looking at the boy. Even after thirty years, Kuranosuke would remember how little he felt that day. He remembered the poem but wasn't sure he would recite it well enough to deserve his sister's praises. She made it sound like he was a genius, but he wasn't. What if his mistakes would put her in a bad spot? For the first time in his life, everyone looked at him so attentively. He didn't like it. He wanted to escape. The fear, guilt, and embarrassment ate Kuranosuke's tongue, making him feel a step away from crying. But he already knew that crying would make even more people give him attention.
Little Kuranosuke tried to stop everyone from talking to him and excuse himself, not wanting to say a word. It took him ten minutes of hell to get the chance to escape and run to the bathroom. When the door behind him closed, he could hear his sister complaining to his parents about his behavior. Suddenly, the tears he had held for so long escaped and stained his cheeks. But he knew better than to leave the bathroom like this. Turning on the water, he tried his best to wash his face over and over and over again.
Kid Kuranosuke - 10 years old
It was Winter, the season all kids turned into frenemies due to the amount of snow on the ground. A young boy with raven hair bent a little to take some uniquely crystallized water in his warm hands. He told his parents about needing new gloves, but they probably forgot. So, he had to stay with his hands in his pockets to prevent the fingers from turning blue and falling due to freezing - about which he had read a few weeks ago. But he was a kid, and the snow was a magnet for him. Suddenly, something hard hit him in the head. It was the kind of snow he didn't want to attract.
"I got you, Kiba!" someone yelled from his behind. He didn't need to turn, to see that it was one of his classmates. They didn't interact a lot, but it wasn't as if they didn't talk at all.
As a chain reaction, more snowballs hit Kuranosuke. One of them was placed directly on his forehead. The boy had to cover his face to prevent others from seeing the few tears that ran down his cheeks. It didn't hurt so much, and he wasn't upset. Just some snowflakes got into his eyes - it was a natural reaction. But it would be too much of a drag to explain it to a bunch of kids.
"I don't want to play with you. Leave me alone!"
Kuranosuke tried to run, but a few snowballs still hit him. Finally, he was in front of his house. He tried to put the key in the hole, but his hands were frozen. The boy was afraid to stay outside anymore. What if in a few minutes, his fingers would turn blue? Would he die? Finally, the door opened, and his smiling mom let him in.
"Oh! I see you had fun today! Do you want to eat and go outside again?" the woman asked while helping him undress.
"Where are your gloves?" a higher voice asked. It was Kuranosuke's sister, and Kuranosuke had to take the opportunity to ask for new gloves once again.
"I asked mom to buy me a new pair because the last one was worn out already," the kid responded while going to the bathroom to wash his hands with warm water and get rid of the coldness.
"I don't remember you asking me to buy anything! But now I know, and I will."
She didn't because Kuranosuke didn't remind her once again. So, he had to avoid playing in the snow. He wanted to build snowmen, and snow castles, make snow Angels, and do anything that could be done in the yard of their house. But he couldn't.
Teenager Kuranosuke - 16 years old
"How can this planet bear with you? You don't have emotions!" yelled the Japanese literature teacher at Kuranosuke Kiba, who dared to write a grammatically impeccable essay on an idea they talked about earlier in the class. No one had any problem with the spelling of the words or the grammar. Their problem was that they couldn't feel his emotions through his writing. Kiba had no idea why they needed it. He knew he wouldn't become an artist, writer, or musician.
Kuranosuke didn't go home the moment school finished. He wanted to walk, eat something sweet, and think. Kuranosuke Kiba was called emotionless in front of his entire class. He felt everyone's eyes on him. It wasn't as if he cared enough to be hurt by it. But he already struggled with emotions, so hearing from others that he lacked them wasn't the most pleasant thing in the world.
The young boy entered the market and saw a box with six mochis. Unconsciously, a smile appeared on his face. It wasn't just a box of mochi: it had all the favorite flavors of his family members. Such a fantastic coincidence! And one was neutral so that anyone could enjoy it. Buying it, he hurried home. He would place it on the table in the kitchen without saying a single word. Everyone liked sweets. So, if he couldn't make his family happy with his presence, maybe it would work with his present.
Kuranosuke did as he planned. No one even bothered to look at the kitchen when he entered the home. Leaving the box there, he escaped the interaction with his siblings or parents by choosing a random book and covering himself in the warmth of his blanket. He didn't even understand how fast the time ran till his mom called everyone to eat.
Suddenly, the boy felt all the eyes on him.
"Your teacher called me today," his father began.
Kuranosuke put the spoon back in the bowl of soup. He didn't remember hearing his parents scold his siblings, so why would his father do it to him?
"He told me you wrote an essay so bad that he was concerned about you because he had never seen such a lack of emotions earlier."
Oh, it was crystal clear the reason why he was scolded. If the teacher had called Mr. Kiba to tell him that Kuranosuke was talking with his classmates during a test, there wouldn't be any problems.
"Why is it so hard for you to be normal?"
"You could've at least tried to sound angry or anything."
"How did you turn like this?"
"Are you some kind of alien?"
Different voices said different things to him, but with the same message - they trusted the teacher.
"Can I say something?" Kuranosuke tried for the millionth time in his life, and for the millionth time, it didn't work. The hungry boy put his bowl aside and walked away. However, his mom had other plans. She caught Kuranosuke and made him sit at the table and listen to everything his family had to say without letting him add anything.
"They don't even bother to understand that my essays don't have emotions because I don't know how to express them. They won't let me do it. How can I know it if I don't have experience?" Kuranosuke thought for himself, hours after the incident, when in the middle of the night, he went to the kitchen to drink a glass of water - maybe it would help with his hunger.
On the table, he saw the box of mochi he had bought on his way home. Four of them were missing, and the ones that remained were the classic one and one of his favorite flavors. The boy took his mochi, but instead of biting it, he threw it in the garbage. Kuranosuke returned to his bed without drinking or eating anything that day.
Young adult Kuranosuke - 23 years old
Miyoshi Concepts hired Kuranosuke Kiba. "Wow!" the man thought to himself. There was no way a company as big as this one saw potential in him. However, he worked for a year, and no one looked like they wanted to fire him. Moreover, he received praise from his higher-ups. No one told him that he lacked emotions and had too much precision.
On his way home, Kiba decided to visit his exposition. He needed to see it once more to make sure it was real, to note the mistakes, and to find ways to improve it.
A group of annoying high school girls had the same idea as him and decided to admire the exhibition that opened near their extra-curricular courses.
"Imagine being the one who came up with this idea!" one of the girls exclaimed while looking at the main attraction. "This person is probably a genius!"
Kuranosuke felt how the smile appeared on his face out of his control.
"What if this is just hard work?" the author of the exhibition addressed the girl.
In less than five minutes, Kuranosuke and a random high-schooler started to talk about the difference between hard work and genius. For the first time in his life, Kuranosuke saw eyes interested in what he was saying. However, he didn't have experience in talking and expressing his thoughts. And everything escalated, turning into him actively explaining in a loud voice an architectural concept about which the girl probably didn't hear. He finished his sentence with a harsh voice that sounded like an attack against the girl.
"Why did you turn so aggressive? There's no one to listen to you, mister? And everything started so well."
The typical honesty and harshness of a teenager. Wow! There were years since he encountered something like this. Okay, probably months since the last time he talked with his brother. But it was like a "wake-up call" for him.
There wasn't anyone to listen to him, and the only way of communication that worked for him was to be harsh.
"There's no way I'll win in this world, is it?"
Adult Kuranosuke - The divorce
Kuranosuke Kiba looked at the ring on his finger. He remembered how at one of his parents' parties, someone found out that their partner cheated on them and threw away their wedding band in front of everyone. It was probably still somewhere in his parents' yard, but no one cared enough to find it. He had to tell his parents about the divorce but wanted to postpone it as much as possible, afraid of their reaction.
Maybe he had to give in more often.
Maybe he had to talk about his needs.
Maybe his teacher was right, and he didn't have emotions.
Maybe there was no way to win against the world.
Kuranosuke Kiba didn't know the answers to his questions. However, he knew a thing: from the start, he didn't fit in. And he had so much hatred in himself because of that: hatred towards himself.
I’m looking to see if there would be any interest in creating content for a Voltage Inc Project/Challenge. It’s no secret that some of the Voltage fandoms aren’t as active as they used to be, so this would hopefully be a way to help those blogs who are still active come together. This would include any of the Voltage Inc games.
If you are interested, please fill out the survey by 7:00pm CST January 28th.
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