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In this world, there are things people cannot see.

Beings from other realms and realities that merge forth onto the domain of humanity and the mundane. They appear for many reasons that most people fail to comprehend. It may be something personal or something cataclysmic. An attack may be something as small as stealing a single sock to annoy someone, or as dangerous as destroying the very fabric that binds this reality together.

Long ago, when humanity was disparaged and separated, this led to some entities to rise into deities, blessing and informing this world through their abilities. Others grew vicious and cruel— attacking those who exist in this realm. However, humanity itself had those with intense power. Intense power vaguely dubbed “abilities,” “magic,” or “sixth sense.” Abilities, the nomenclature, often arise in those with potential. Where this potential comes from is unknowable. There have been theories put forth since time immemorial to understand this concept.

Modernly, most scholars put these things under a roof of spirituality or religion. However, here, at the Supernatural Affairs Unit, dub them quite liberally as something innate and controllable. The SAU came together as many governments sought solutions to anomalies and advents that required power that could not be resolved by weapon nor engineering. The agency seeks out those with potential and aims to recruit them to help keep this world in balance.

This world, after all, is a fragile one. Humans maim each other for far less than what might occur should a rogue ability might cause.

That is the point of the SAU, to maintain the precious order of this world. Or others, supposedly.

~

“Quite a boring introduction to the job, isn't it?” a feminine voice carried through the cramped office. Cubicles were back to back and their air felt stagnant. It loomed with an unknown pressure that almost could suffocate everyone. Though, the employees abound paid it no mind. It was pointless to. The job existing at all felt like a miracle.

A new hire, a man unassuming and bored, glanced over to who had spoken. A young woman— her face deceiving the look in her eyes. She seemed far too young to be an employee at an agency like this, yet something around her screamed age beyond comprehension. He shrugged. It seemed decent enough. The job was a curiosity; something spoken about in conspiracies. No one really believed the SAU existed, not until they were recruited.

Then, a new world was revealed— a world of anomalies.

Ashton had been in the military. He had heard whispers. And, now, he was here. Something of breakdown awakened his ability. Dark circles ate the area under his eyes— a narrowed affair that judged the woman. She was an anomaly herself. The air… It just did not sit right with him. Though, that was also the effect those with abilities had on one another. He drew a hand through his messy locks.

“… Seems pretty average,” he grumbled, having been told all this already. The recruiters… It had basically been an indoctrination in one go. The woman nodded.

“Guess so, huh,” she agreed, “Well, I'm Agent Layla.” She held a hand out— small, bony. She overall seemed petite. Nothing like he expected. Her ability probably did all the heavy lifting for her. He brought out his hand.

“Pendleton,” he gave his last name. Did they typically go by first names here? Anything could go in an obscure agency like this. Their hands met. She seemed uncertain in their contact.

“I was tasked with training you,” Layla continued, tilting her head slightly. Her gaze stared at him, but not once did he feel it met his eyes. An oddity. “I have a pretty simple anomaly for you to handle,” she brought out a manilla folder and handed it to him. He gazed at it. It was thin. He wondered just how highly she was. Nothing in her attire gave it away. It was too frilly to be professional.

“I see,” he acknowledged, “Well, I'll look this over.” Pendleton turned to go back to his desk, but she caught his shoulder. Her movements were eerily quick. She shook her head.

“It's pretty urgent," her voice carried something anxious, “You can read it over on the drive." He glanced at her as if she were mumbling nonsense. Wonderful. Just what he wanted. Standing up, he found himself taller than the woman. She did not shift a bit. “Are you ready then?” the question was in the air. Pendleton brought a hand to scratch at his stubble. He nodded. Best not to cause issues. She brought her hands together and gave a sweet smile. “Great! I was worried I'd have to handle this alone,” she motioned for him to follow her, “My partner got a sudden assignment, so it was luck that you had just started today.”

The dialogue carried down to the parking garage. An agency car was taken. He packed himself into the passenger seat, while his apparent superior took the driver's seat. She began to roll out while Pendleton finally got a moment to glance at the folder. He opened it, expecting something about Bigfoot. Instead, it was a piece about a supposed hidden floor in a certain building in the city. Multiple reportings online by bored people who noticed a strange, unfinished floor when they tried to get where they were going. Was this really worth investigating?

He glanced at her. She hummed to herself, fixated on the road they were driving down. His teeth met his tongue. It still all felt stupid. There was nothing to deny; he had his own ability, but it felt stupid to consider in any sincerity. Passing buildings were barely of note. It was just the day to day here. The drive eventually came to an end, another parking garage. Dim. Underground. Pendleton got out. His fingers itched for a smoke, but he opted to quit. It was a necessity. Layla clearly watched where his hands moved towards.

Their footsteps echoed out in the cavernous territory. Concrete was abounded. There was no natural light. Somehow, it felt more suffocating than the office. Pendleton felt air trapped in his lungs. “Do you actually believe in this, or is this just hazing?” he questioned as they approached a stairwell. Why not take the elevator? Layla glanced up at him over her shoulder. Her eyes… They were a strange colour. Olive? He felt like he had seen the colour somewhere before. A blink.

“… Nah, something is amiss,” she noted, “If it were fake, I would not have brought you.” Layla began to ascend the stairs, leaving Pendleton frozen in place for a moment. What in the world did that mean? He followed her. The stairs felt like an endless climb. He was used to walking for long periods, but this was ridiculous. His breaths grew short, but he noticed Layla's stayed even. Trained.

They came out into the lobby of an office at the end. Sunlight shield through the large windows and illuminated waxy tiles with a shine. Pendleton saw few people around. Layla had already walked off and headed to the elevator. A scoff came out under his breath. It was ridiculous to keep trailing behind her. She pressed the button to call the elevator as he approached. It was a quiet moment until a ding rung out. The doors opened.

It was a nice elevator, wood panelling and a mirror. They both stepped inside, letting the outside world become separated from them. Layla tapped a button. Pendleton failed to care which floor number she hit. Did it matter? The pulley began to move. Up they went. He leaned against the handrail. Her gaze shifted to the LED panel display. The number slowly rose. Eventually, the doors opened. A normal office revealed itself. One with decent circulation. He felt envious.

She hit another number.

Another normal floor.

Again. And again.

Pendleton grew agitated. This had to be hazing. He stepped up, pushing her hand out of the way before she could tap another button. His finger pressed in on the lowest level of the parking garage. Dark eyes landed on her.

“Are you done joking now?” he asked, “Did you get your laugh out of me?” Layla just blinked. Her gaze still seemed to be elsewhere. It frustrated him. Who did she think she was? The elevator began to descend. “Take me back. I want another mentor,” he demanded. This would not continue. She turned her head to the doors at the opened. Pendleton barely paid attention to whatever was plaguing her mind and stepped out.

The air was stiff. Expected. It was dark. He groaned. Waving a hand in the air, he tried to trigger the motion sensor the lights must have had. Nothing. Only the light that poured out from the elevator. He turned his head back. Layla stared at him.

“Come on,” he called out, “We've got phones. Let's just leave.” He fished out the device from his slacks' pocket and shined the flashlight out into the dark. There were no cars. Just concrete. Endless concrete. Pendleton blinked a few times. He began to walk. Must be some reserved area for the elevator, he thought. His footsteps echoed as they had before. Then, another pair. He turned back, expecting to see Layla. She was still in the elevator.

Who was walking? He shined his light around. No one was in his line of sight. Somehow, he got the feeling this was still Layla hazing him. He began his trek deeper, ignoring the footsteps that echoed alongside his own. She would get bored. Where were the cars? He began to look around. Nothing but empty space and concrete.

Then, footsteps. A lot of them. Something of a chill went down his spine. Pendleton turned on his heel. Statues. Statues of all kinds of people. Their faces were frozen in various states of despite, yet they had no eyes. He tensed. What was this? He tried to conceptualise what was happening. More footsteps. He looked over his shoulder. They were circling him from all angles.

His breath hitched in his throat. The statues' hands all reached towards him. His ability— it unconsciously activated, making a gust of wind fly around them wildly. The statues did not budge. Their feet were fused into the ground. Pendleton heard more footsteps. The ones behind him were getting closer. Tap. Tap. Tap. Rough fingers were suddenly locked around his neck. They tightened.

Air became a precious resource. He struggled. Shit—! His usual trick of annoying these sorts of things was not working. He felt the stone fingers burying themselves into his flesh. Painful rubbing as he tried to pull himself away. More hands grabbed at him, restraining him. His eyes were wide. Hands began to grab his head— fingers trying to bear into his eyes. No, no—!

“… You're just like he was,” that voice. Layla. He called her name. The sound of cracking stone echoed in his ears. His eyes shot to where dust and debris flew into the air. The statues stopped their assault. Layla stood tall, but she held no weapon. In the dust that rose, Pendleton saw a figure. Something humanoid— at least above the waist. Its fists held the heads of two statues. In a flash, more debris and dust flew. The statues began to retreat. He was freed, falling to his knees and taking in air voraciously. Layla strolled to him and offered her hand. He stared at her with something of reverence. “Get up,” she spoke, “We need to go. They will reform. I can't fight off all of them.” The spectre behind her was clearer— long, wild hair covered its face and eyes and the lower half was that of a serpent. Chains bound its wrist to her own.

Pendleton could hear it. Stones rolling, something shifting. He reacted immediately, forcing his ability to blow another gale. The pieces of statues were further apart, buying precious time. They both took to running to the elevator. Its light was a guide in this dark territory. His finger slammed into the close door button as he watched the statues return, moving with every blink of their eyes. Layla said nothing. The doors shut. Pounding echoed. They ascended. Pendleton's breaths were rugged. He glanced to his mentor. She finally met his eyes.

Her pupils were pin thin.

“… You survived this time,” she noted casually, “You're quite stubborn, aren't you? You think everyone is out to get you. Your ability reflects that. You want everyone away from you.” Her voice did not sound like the Layla that asked him if the agency introduction was boring. She blinked. Her pupils were back to normal. It was as if it had never been in the first place. The elevator dinged. The doors opened to the lobby of the office.

She walked out first, heading to the stairwell once more.

Pendleton took a nervous step out.

Finally, he understood the world of unknowns he had entered.

~

Rain pelted down onto the asphalt of the concrete jungle, giving everything a glimmer that it might have normally lacked. A sole man stood under a glass awning, watching the rain with a cigarette in his hand. His mouth open, smoke left his lungs. His thoughts were amiss. Work was messier than usual, but not bad enough to warrant both of them. Though, he wished it had necessitated both of them. Leaving her alone… She would end up wandering off a bridge somehow.

The filter was between his lips once more. The sky continued to cry. And, the doors opened. Another man stepped out. His suit was well attuned. A mess of brown hair sat on his head. Dark eyes landed on him, staring at the cigarette in his hand. Hikari's eyes narrowed. A familiar scent clung to the man. He fought down the jealousy.

“Can I have a smoke?” his voice was strained, “I need it, man.” Hikari blinked before fishing the pack from his suit pocket. He offered it to him. The brunet took one and lit it without hesitation. He sucked on the filter for dear life. Hikari cocked a brow. He could venture a guess as to what occurred.

“Tough job?” he questioned. The other man stared at him with wide eyes.

“My mentor was a scary bitch,” the man hissed before taking another heavy drag, “There were statues that tried to take my fucking eyes!” Hikari nodded at his words. A scary bitch? Who might that be. He took another drag himself. “You deal with her? Layla?” he asked.

The name made Hikari blink. There was the final piece. Her. Of course. That was why he reeked of peaches and something floral. The cigarette remained between his lips as he closed his eyes. That was how it was— He had to go off on a risky job, and she ran off to mess with a rookie. Or, even worse, the rookie caught her eye. Hikari watched then man's frantic actions with a muted slyness.

“Layla…” A name. One of many. “She's among some of the highest ranked here,” his eyes locked onto the man as if he were a rabbit, “It should have been an honour to be trained by her.” The man's eyes cut to Hikari. He stared at him. Neither seemed to blink.

“Bullshit,” he snapped, “She insulted me, too! The hell does she mean I don't trust anyone?!” The man turned away from Hikari. His hand twitched at his side. Nicotine was no longer cooling his temper. Insulting her… He put out the cigarette and tossed it in the disposal tray. He could take him out. No one would know or notice. His ability was likely worthless. Most were. But… A breath left him. She would not like that.

“… I'd hold your tongue,” Hikari glanced at the claws of his hand, “She's shockingly well-respected around her.” Was she actually? Hikari hardly cared about the opinions of others, so he really did not know. “You might find yourself killed,” the warning hung in the air as the man turned to face him. “Welcome to the SAU,” Hikari moved to walk inside. The man stood there with wide eyes.

Inside, Hikari found himself heading up to the cramped office. This was hardly the job he wanted or needed, but he was here if she was here. For whatever reason, this is what she wanted to do, so what was he to do but follow? He would follow her into death if she so requested. Again. He stood in the elevator. Too many sounds and scents. His head was pounding. It was a sensory hell. He stepped out. His cubicle was beside hers, a demand he had made more than clear. Anywhere else was unacceptable.

He pulled out his chair and sat down. Files were neatly organised. His work kept him occupied, at least. It was a challenge and a away to let out his built-up frustration. The mission he had been on. An idiot who though he could destroy a world because of his regrets. Hikari figured leaving him alive to face them was more cruel than killing him. The director would be appeased, hopefully.

“Oh, you're back,” an annoyingly accented voice called out. Scentless yet exceedingly present. A spirit. One that dared challenge his place at his beloved's side. He turned to see the blonde. Her face was darted with freckles. Emerald eyes were like something seen on a dead fish. She watched him. “Missed the show,” Alexandra hummed and leaned in conspiratorially, “New guy tries to quit by the end of the day. I'll bet you on it.” Hikari huffed. As if he were stupid enough to bet against such an obvious outcome.

“What was the show?” he asked, knowing she tagged along like the little stalker she was. Alexandra pulled herself back and straightened her posture. A hand came to readjust her glasses. Her weight shifted from one leg to another. Not that she had weight any longer. She was long dead.

“Our dear leader determined the new guy was not of note,” Alexandra leaned herself against the flimsy wall of the cubicle, “She had to do all the hard work. Pissed me off— Who does that guy think he is? Isn't he embarrassed? Stupidly wanders into another plane of existence and then nearly gets himself killed.” The ramble from her lips made Hikari sigh. She was always like this. Her short fuse was obnoxious, yet it seemed a necessary clash with someone's far too boundless patience.

He started to tune her out, having long learnt to let her rant. His gaze went to the folder. The mission he was supposed to do with his partner. She never bothered to read the briefs. Did she this time? Thumbing it open, he read through it himself. It was familiar. A reoccurring anomaly. Reforming and often self-contained. He would have easily handled it. Instead, she had to do all the heavy lifting. His grip tightened on the folder.

Alexandra scoffed, bringing him back to reality. His head whipped to her, but she was already gone. He stood up and glanced over the divider to see if her desk was empty. The maelstrom of papers and whatever else came into view, revealing nothing but a mess. She was not there. Where had she gone? He closed his eyes and sat back down. Her wandering was frustrating.

He got up. His report had already been filed, so there was no reason to linger. If they wanted him, they would find him. His exit was hardly of note. He reentered the rainy world below, watching the drops fall endlessly. Somewhere inside of him, he knew it was embarrassing how she had him on a leash. Hikari had once been a feared demon— one that ravaged lands and decimated populations. Nothing even began to draw his interest but mindless violence.

Until her.

Her bright aura. Such brilliant light— able to pierce any darkness and purify any corruption. It hurt for him to stand in her presence then. All he wanted to do was bury his teeth deep into that divine flesh and tear her limb for limb, leaving her a rotting abyssal display. But, something stopped him. Something he could not quite name. Chasing her instead, he grew to follow her light and command. No matter when she went, he was behind her. Even that far too dark night that bled into a maddening sight of blood and anguish.

Many at the SAU were far from human— most simply just wished to lived their lives as one. Hikari was a special case, as was she. Alexandra, too, even. To live as a human and lose that same humanity… His feet came to a stop. Water pelted against his suit. That event. Humans never changed their endless bickering for power and wealthy. A pitiful thing. Those days he spent lost as a human man felt far behind him. It was difficult to recall where those days ended and his reclamation of his past began. Had there ever been any divide?

He hardly felt any urge to consider such things these days.

There was no need any longer. His days would sprawl out longer than the man who he shared a cigarette did. An endless cycle of rise and fall, as it had been before and would continue to be. He felt a presence in the rain behind him. An umbrella was raised above his head. He grasped the handle and rose it up, feeling her shift to his side. When had she snuck up on him? She seemed to be the only one able to.

“… Was wondering if you surrendered to the ether,” he glanced at her. A human shell containing something far greater. It was a sight that sickened most divinity. What did their opinions matter? She smiled at him, something cat-like. He held the umbrella over both of them. Nothing needed to be said, of course. “So, you tormented an innocent person,” Hikari noted. She let out something of a giggle.

“I was seeing how he would handle pressure,” her voice was a comforting sound in his ears, “… Not well. You can tell when someone isn't ready for fieldwork, you know?” Hikari bit his tongue. Then, why did she drag him out? He knew. Enjoyment of a show. He scoffed.

“You could have waited for me,” he chided her lightly, “I would have been a better choice for training.” It was usually what he did, anyway. He took whatever work she found tedious. She shrugged at his words. That jealousy bloomed in his chest again. What did that guy have to catch her eye? Was it an off-whim that sought entertainment or something else? Hard to say. They continued to walk.

Eventually, he would figure it out.

Eventually.

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