Random OC-Stories: Aoji's Story
Hey! I guess it's time for my first post, huh? I normally write in my mother tongue, German, so I'm not that experienced at writing English stories yet - please bear with me, kay? :3
For now I'll just post this little unfinished story. I wrote it a few months back when a friend of mine, Rora, asked me to write the background story of one of my OCs, Aoji. I just randomly wrote something for half an hour and this is what happened, enjoy (if you can x'D):
"Aoji!" Someone poked me in the side. Uuuugh... so annoying! Stop it! "AOJI! Wake up!" Huh? I was sleeping? I opened my eyes really fast and noticed where I was. I was still sitting in the classroom. The lesson ended ten minutes ago... That's just... so typical! The guy who woke me up is Mukurou Rokudou, my best friend. Back in the day we didn't really get along but now we're running a small business together. What business is that, you ask? Well... it's some kind of detective agency. We're trying to catch criminals before the police does, though, so they won't tell us crucial details most of the time. I don't want to sound arrogant but we're pretty good! I mean... both of us are experienced fighters and I dare to say Mukurou is more intelligent than most people you'll ever meet in your entire life. I can't really cope with that but that doesn't mean I'm an idiot, got it? I usually try to annoy people to get them to lower their guard and tell me stuff they know. It became a bad habit and everybody but my best buddy just sees me as some kind of annoyance they don't want to be around. "Aoji? What are you spacing out for? We have to get going! Did you already forget the case?" Mukurou looked at me and just sighed, seems like he's in a hurry. Wait... case? Does he mean THAT case? That serial killer? All of his victims are female and he usually grabs them from behind and then slices them in half. We have no idea what the murder weapon is yet but that will certainly be a piece of cake if we follow the lead a caller - who wants to stay anonymous so I can't really tell you a name here - gave us today. "Sorry about that! Let's go." I jumped up hastily, grabbed my bag and ran out of the school building. Our caller told us where the serial killer lives. Of course this could be a trap. But... who cares, right? We won't die that easily after all! While thinking all of that due to some strange reason I can't explain - maybe someone is making me think all of that? - I ran down the street and my partner and I took the bus to our destination. It was an apartment building right next to a park. When we arrived everything was clad in fog so I couldn't really make out every detail. Just... one thing didn't fit! I couldn't explain what or why it didn't fit but it just felt like we were missing something. Is that the feeling you get when you walk right into a trap? Well... it could be, right? I honestly have no idea... Shivering a little I gulped which aroused Mukurou's suspicion. "You okay?", he asked. "Yes!", I answered, a little bit too fast. He kind of let me off the hook this time because he was nervous too. I'm not sure if I should be happy about that or not. Slowly and stealthily we walked inside the building and climbed the stairs until we reached the third floor. Room 311... where is it? As my eyes searched through the hallway I finally noticed what was off about this whole thing: The entire building was filled with fog too! That's unnatural, isn't it? I mean... wouldn't someone have noticed that? I looked at Mukurou to ask him about the fog but it seemed like he didn't notice it. "Umm.. Mukurou? Do you see the fog?", I asked him while whispering. "What fog?", was his surprised answer. Seriously? I didn't want to make him nervous so I just shook my head and grinned to give him some peace of mind. So he couldn't see it, huh? That was strange. Normally HE was the one who noticed the little details I was missing. Before I could think about this matter any more, Mukurou already opened the door to the room and we entered sneakily. While searching through the killer's stuff the feeling of something terrible being about to happen increased with every second. What did I miss? As if he wanted to answer my question, the killer entered the room with a big grin on his face and a scimitar in his hand. "Hello boys~" This voice... it couldn't be! When I looked at him to make sure, he just grinned at me even wider and his scimitar began to glow a little bit. Then it all came crashing down on me. Memories of that day. The day I wanted to forget. The day my parents were killed right in front of my eyes! Back then - when I was four - we walked along a road leading through a forest. There was too much fog to even make out the trees so we made sure to hold each other's hand to not get lost in this white, scary forest. After a while I suddenly didn't feel the hand of my dad anymore... when I pointed that out to my mum she just gulped and sniffed but didn't say a word. We just continued walking. Exactly two minutes after that my mum suddenly let go of my hand and I was really scared. I was all alone now! What should I do? After I started shouting for help, a voice called out to me and told me to follow it. It said my parents were waiting for me just ahead! When I heard that I smiled happily and - like the naive little kid I was - just followed the voice until I reached the end of the forest where the fog seemed to clear up a little. Right in front of me I could see my parents - but they were bent over and ropes prevented them from using their hands and feet. Their mouths were sealed with pieces of cloth. What the hell was going on here? And who was that person standing right behind them, grinning at me? Was he the one who called out to me? Even back then I got a little bit scared and started to doubt that man. Was he really a nice person? Why wouldn't he let them free then? Did he wanna use this sword-looking thing to cut their ropes? A lot of questions filled my mind when the guy with the sword called out to me and told me to help him cut the ropes. So that's it! He wanted to help them! How could I even doubt such a nice person? Smiling happily I ran in their direction when my mother spit out the cloth that was preventing her from speaking before and shouted: "It's a trap! RUN!! AOJI! RUN!" Before I even realized what just happened my mum's head was sent flying by a slash of the guy's sword and I got slower and started to blink really fast while lots of tears started streaming down my cheeks. My vision got blurry. A second later the guy chopped off my dad's head too and mumbled: "Stupid bitch... now I have to get him somehow else..." I just continued blinking, unable to process what just happened right in front of my eyes. W-Why did my daddy's head lie right in front of me? What was this look on his face? And why was there red stuff all over the place? I looked at the guy with the sword and wasn't able to even say a word. He just grinned evilly and walked towards me, swinging his sword. I screamed in panic and turned around, running towards the forest as fast as I could. After I ran for what felt like eternity, dodging his hands that tried to grasp me from behind every few seconds, I fell off a cliff I didn't see due to the fog. A few days later I woke up in the hospital where the police questioned me about the death of my parents. That's where I learned that this type of sword was called a scimitar. And that's also when I learned the meaning of death. All these bad feelings just came back to me in a split second and I was overwhelmed by the fear, loss and sadness I felt right now due to the memories I locked away so deeply I didn't even remember them coming back this abruptly. That fog must have been a way of my subconsciousness trying to scare me off and preventing this from happening. But now... it was too late. The guy was standing right here, right in front of me. The guy who killed my parents. The one person who was at fault for my entire life changing. And for all the pain and suffering I went through. "Missed me?", he asked with a big grin on his face and swung his scimitar. I was angry... really angry! Anger and hate welled up inside of me and made my entire soul roar out in bloodlust! "YOU'RE DEAD!" That's when I blacked out for the first time.