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Regular Speech - "How was your day today?"
Thoughts - What do you think Baaaakaaaa!
Serious Speech - "Boo!"
Serious Thought - I am the definition of Advanced Selective Anti-Humanism
IV: The Childhood Twin-Friend Triplets
Finding the Purest of Innocent,
Founding friendships.
Setting in Stone, a Change.
A Match Made, a Destiny Determined, by The Black King.
By The White King.
By Der Großmann.
By The One Who Watches.
The Future, Fate, held within the hands of a Benevolent Monster.
Changing and warping when in the will of The Faceless.
Canon May be Changed to Suit Story
(One Month Later)
It was a beautiful day among the Residents of Earth.
One without rain or the dreary smog that came to drown oneself in sadness.
It as a bright day, one that would warm the skin as if the sun was cuddling you.
A testament to that fact, was that everyone was out and about today, more than usual.
Smiles were present on most, with the noticeable downers of human society, not yet ready to skip past that one time they accidentally got drunk and cheated on their wife, or perhaps lost their money in an underground gambling ring.
Heh.
A short stifle of a laugh rang through the Pale boy's mind.
Typical human behavior.
They would waste their lives on petty things, or engorge themselves with intoxicating substances that, if enough was consumed, would quite literally become a potent poison.
Not even having to use any telepathic connections, I could see it within them, the Cancer of Humanity...At least it's as small as a pebble in consideration of others...
He though back to those that he had stalked through the wonderful hours of "playing."
Many were, in fact, filled with the Cancer.
To The Brim with it.
Some were child molesters.
Some were Murderers.
Some were Thieves of the Highest Order.
Some were...Rapists.
He snarled on the inside.
Not one of them were given an easy or comforting death, for that, at least, they deserve.
He felt a light tug on the two flaps of his dress shirt's elbows.
He turned around before being engulfed in a Mountain slide of arms wrapping around him.
He would've surely been taken down to the ground with the two guests of his bubble space, if not for the fact that he had willed his legs to stand strong as steel.
Expected but unused to the gradually familiar touch, he simply stood there staring at the two heads that were buried beside his head and shoulder.
"Shiro~?" one of them poked there head out of the crease of his neck and trailed on, saying his name.
"Yes?" he, with a tinge of happiness, responded with a small smile. It was getting considerably easier with this smiling thing.
"Were you gonna leave without us?" the other one, Nashiro asked with a bit of a pout.
This was why the smiling was considerably easier.
He had two perfect examples of what he considered Pure Innocence before him, the very thing he had endeavored into one day embedding into Humanity.
"No. Why would I?" he simply stated.
"You walked off quite quickly after class. We thought you forgot about us..." the more assertive one spoke, Kurona.
He looked between the girls very questioningly, with one eyebrow raised, "You do know that we walk the same sidewalk together, right?"
The girls to a second to process before becoming a little embarrassed, forgetting about the, just recently developed, changes of after school.
"Mou! Your Mean, Shiro!" they both play yelled at the Pure White-Haired boy.
They were an inch or two taller than Shiro, but he didn't mind, he rather welcomed the uniqueness of this Month-Long friendship.
(Flashback)
The three of them had surprisingly done a Mass of things in the span of only a month.
They had been moved together in a line in the back of their classroom, as per what the two twins had asked of the Teacher on the second day of class.
The few days afterword were filled with questions that Shiro had gingerly answered at first with few words, but gained in detail and length as he was getting used to their almost constant presence.
The three sat together when Lunch-Time came along.
The twins suggesting that they try each other's food because that was what best friends did on all those cool TV shows.
While reluctant for reason to give up his delectable home-made Lunch made by his precious mother, he did give a good portion, as he believes good should be rewarded with kindness.
Recess was a little hectic.
Kurona and Nashiro asked, or in all actuality, forced Shiro to play many games with them. He enjoyed those moments. It reminded him of that one boy far back during the Medieval Times.
Although in a separate universe, and said boy was a girl, and said girl were twins.
This is why he so much loved the company of children.
So trusting, playful, energetic, and clean of all sin.
They would talk all through this, further deepening the three's bond.
One of the more notable things that the Twins had not surprisingly taken a long time to figure out, was that Shiro was also the nickname that Kurona would use for Nashiro.
It had been back in forth with Nashiro then, nothing but joy was present in the Twins, even a small sparkle of light was about the boy's presence.
The Mothers and Father, respectfully, of the three, caught on with the happenings of the first few weeks of school.
How could they not?
Kurona and Nashiro would go on and on about their new Best friend, Shiro Shinimi.
Ms. Shinimi, for all her worth, had only asked about "How school was" and was shockingly surprised that he was apparently holding back quite a bit of information on two particular girls.
This stemmed from the reason of not enlightening his Mother, was that he thought simply, 'If it is not relevant or asked of me, then why bring forth the subject at all?'
Ms. Sada seemed more rushed to get into contact with the girls' parental figures, wanting them to, to become aware of their children's growth.
The Yasuhisa residence also was quite thrilled, so they called as well.
The two families quickly came together in agreement after a long conversation with their children present, both families at the Yasuhisa household.
Ms. Sada ignored the wealth that seemed to radiate on the various walls of the house, it didn't matter to her.
Only her lovely child was worth her attention.
This small action did not go unnoticed by the Yasuhisa, as they had many guests before, every one of them had eyed their possessions with greed.
The only expression that showed on this Single Mother's face was pure joy, one directed to the boy that was walking ahead of them with the two girls on both sides, leading him to the different rooms of the house.
After going over their history and their children.
It had become more aware to them how much both families would be positively affected by this connection.
"MAMA!" came the voice of Kurona from down the hall, obviously excited, getting the mother's attention.
"Yes, Dear?" Ms. Yasuhisa asked, a smile on her face on how much more active the two have been lately.
"Can we show Shiro the Kitchen? Oh! Can I cook something!?" Kurona energetically jumped up and down with stars in her eyes.
"Of course! Go on now, and make sure that everything is prepared and safe before you start cooking, alright?" Ms. Yasuhisa stated, wanting to make sure that she didn't make a mistake like her first time.
Almost burned half the house too. the mother smiled.
"Mm! Mm!" Kurona nodded quickly, and ran back with a goofy smile, on the way to the kitchen.
They had then sat themselves within the Living-Room, to get more comfortable while discussing family matters.
(In The Kitchen - Flashback)
Kurona had just run off to where they lost saw their parents, wanting to ask if she could cook something.
Nashiro was smiling all the while jumping around the kitchen while holding Shiro's hand.
"You're gonna love Kuro's cooking! I do! I know you will too!"
The boy looked to Nashiro with a small smile, not trying to calm her down, but not being affected by it either.
"We'll see about that, she has some pretty hefty competition, if you ask me." Shiro's smile had grown just a bit to notice.
While she didn't understand the word, "Hefty," before, she knew what competition meant from her father telling her that there'll be a lot of it if Kurona wants to become a Chef.
"HEY! Kurona's cooking is amazing! You don't...know...-?" she started to get a little pouty until she noticed the almost invisible smile-smirk.
"You-You told a Joke?!"
This very much took Nashiro off-guard as she half looked like she would step back in awe.
"Isn't that what...Best-friends do?" he looked into her eyes, "Right?"
She became more giddy with that, and ran up to him and gave him a fierce hug.
"Yes! Yes! Definitely! Best-Friends always tell jokes!" she wriggled a little, swaying side to side while still having him in her arms.
Before parting when hearing pitter-patter of her sister's footsteps.
"YAY! I get to make something! Make sure that your hungry, Shiro!" Kurona marched on to the kitchen's stove.
Hmph. Luckily I can make sure of that. Shiro thought before returning his attention to the girls.
He shook his head while watching Nashiro take a seat at the Kitchen counter while Kurona ran around to get the utensils she would use for the cooking, as well as ingredients.
She had taken a small retractable, light-weight ladder out to help her with reaching high-places.
She placed everything on the kitchen counter, making sure not to place it too close to the edge.
She put a bowl to the side before cracking two eggs and mixing them with other various ingredients. Such as cheese, salt, and pepper.
After a little of whisking the mixed ingredients together and she pulled out a light-weight pan, placing it on the stove with the help of her ladder.
Before making sure to turn the stove on to just the perfect temperature.
A puffy yellow substance then began to grow in the pan.
After overturning it a couple of times, she cut the heat off before sliding it onto a plate in front of Shiro.
Placing the Pan back on the stove to cool off, putting the ingredients back, dropping the used utensils in the sink, and moving her ladder back into place on the side of the room.
Quite well taught and reserved in her cooking skills, a noted difference in her usual behavior. he thought before looking to the door they had entered into the kitchen, and unknowing to everyone in the room, at the parents that were gathered in the living room.
No doubt drilled into her by her mother and father. Such a wonderful thing, the Human world and their loving aspects of society.
He turned his head to look at the now seated Kurona, on his left side, Nashiro on his right.
"Go on!" Kurona 'egged' on.
He turned his head to the recently prepared food, Kurona spoke up with a hand to her chest and a finger pointing to the ceiling.
"Your Taste bud's will bow to me, for they will taste my Special Dish: Kuro's Inside Seasoned Omelette!"
She said in excitement, giving him silver-ware to eat the delicious looking egg combination.
He happily did so.
He broke the Middle, and stared in wonder at this new found food creation.
An Omelette with all kinds of ingredients that stuffed it.
The noticeable cheese that acted as the second layer.
The small flecks of black pepper.
Ham and bacon that acted as the main outlier of the food.
The Omelette had a Golden Crisp Coloration.
And smelled like a Morning in the kitchen.
But mother never cooked omelettes.
She always made High-Fat-Protein meals, in order to 'Build-Me Up.'
Of course it never reached the unhealthy stages of High-Fat, it was always just enough.
Overall, though, the Omelette looked professionally made.
All of these inner thoughts took only a Nano-Fraction of a Percent of a second.
The two twins waited in silence and tension as he poked the Omelette hard enough for it to stick, and raised a cut piece to his mouth.
Where he elegantly took a bite, before chewing slowly and savoring the taste.
He sat in silence for a moment, his eyes closed, before suddenly reopening them and looking playfully at Kurona.
"Hm...I never knew you had a secret talent. Chef Kuro."
He enjoyed the squeals of joy Kurona had after hearing such High-Praise and recognition.
"Mm! Good! Good! Chef Kuro! The World Famous Chef!" Kurona played off as if it were a natural thing to say.
"Mm! Do you wanna be Kuro's First Customer? Well, I'll be first too, so we'll both be her first!" Nashiro leaned over to lean on his right side. Kurona on his left.
He never seemed to be frowning these days, only that small smile that was ever present.
But now, whenever these two were around doing something stupid or just generally running around, that smile always tugged up.
"I couldn't miss it for the world," he reached his arms up, one around Nashiro, one around Kurona, in an all shared embrace.
"It's a promise then!" Kurona jumped off her seat, soon followed by Nashiro, who both looked up to him, still in the Kitchen seat, with steely eyes.
"A Promise!" Nashiro repeated, both standing shoulder to shoulder, arms out, hands extended, and nothing but a small pinky raised.
His expression vanished, looking neutral at the Twins.
He had understood what had happened when they shook hands that one morning, one month ago.
They had been connected.
Nothing but he, and he himself would know of such supernatural connection.
One that traveled deeper than blood or bone.
It reached the spirit and soul.
He had always sensed...feelings of sorts from the one who was connected.
It was like a string attached to him and whoever he chose to be at the other end.
And that string was the receptor.
He looked before him now, at the Twins of Innocence.
He felt nothing but Determination. Iron wills that stared at him in expectancy.
In Deep-Friendship.
In Joy.
In...Want...
The last one through him off.
Not that being wanted was bad.
What was, for the first time, shocking to him...
Was the amount of want pouring out of them.
It was overloading the connection to the point where all he could see from them, was Two girls, apart from each other, utterly alone in the world, no one to become their support.
No one to aide them in life.
He knew that all they had before him was one another.
A deep and everlasting bond it was, and still is.
But this bond, this connection, is now being extended to him.
Right now, they are giving himself acceptance.
And it all came out of a Promise to be the first customer of a Restaurant.
He saw it in their eyes, they might not understand it, but he did.
This was a very big decision he would make.
Who am I, to deny the want of these two. Who am I, to deny them of their hope.
He gave a bright smile.
Not like I would ever dream of doing so anyway.
"A Promise." he looked to the wonder in their eyes that they held
He stepped down from the chair, walking over to the Twins, raising both his pinkies.
"And I never break a Promise." he said in finality
Their small fingers connected and curled upon the other, and shook once, and hard.
The quality of the Connection between these two, had skyrocketed into the heavens.
It was of the strongest kind.
One he reciprocated in full.
He would never abandon these two.
(The Twins - Flashback - After Promise)
The cheers of utter joy and laughter soon followed, the House had never seen such explosion of emotion among the girls.
The house, grew brighter in the eyes of the Twins, for Shiro was here, with them.
They felt so happy.
So happy they couldn't even describe it, or how they felt.
They still remembered that day, one month ago.
Vividly.
He sat there in silence and sadness, in their eyes at least.
They had felt so bad.
So they extended a hand.
And he accepted.
We taught him how to smile in public.
We taught him how to smile in school.
But the one thing we noticed about him.
Is that he really on ever smiles when he's ever around us.
So...we'll do whatever we can. No matter what.
To stay by his side.
So that he can keep smiling.
Like us.
We'll share our love, so he can keep smiling.
No matter what, wherever he goes, we'll be there, for him.
We won't ever let him look sad again!
(1 Hour Later in Flashback)
An hour after the wonderful meal and promise, the girls and Shiro had been called into the Living Room where their parents were.
On a separate luxury couch from the adults, Kurona and Nashiro sat together with a space in the middle.
Both patted the seat while looking on at Shiro.
Obviously the sign for "Get Over Here!"
He obliged, taking measured steps to the space between them, firmly placing his rear end on the soft cushion, and leaned slightly back to rest his back on the wall of the furniture.
The two had immediately grabbed both his arms and held them in their own.
Their attention was then brought to the mother of the Twins when she slightly coughed in her hand and looked up to them.
"Now, Kurona...Nashiro...Pay Attention." Ms. Yasuhisa said in a Stern voice.
They sat there, telling the three children of the changes of after-school, of how they wouldn't be walking home with one another like they always do.
Ms. Sada took over as she explained that Shiro would be 'Escorting' the Twins to their house, which was also quite close to the school itself.
The smiles on the Twins faces became even wider, if it were possible.
Ms. Sada went on to say that she would pick up Shiro after about Two hours of work after school.
Which prompted the twins to scream out in joy.
They would have TWO WHOLE HOURS with Shiro!
Well, that plus school-time.
The Shinimi's soon left the Yasuhisa residence with farewell's and bone-grinding hugs from the Twins.
(Present - Sidewalk)
The three little children were along their way to their destination, the Twin's house.
On the bright lit sidewalk with many passerby's.
The two girls were skipping happily in front of Shiro, singing a sweet song of long lasting friendship.
He had left his mind to wander on those events of the past month, and was now coming up to the last few blocks away from the house.
Without as much of a warning of any, a sudden whiff of strange smell came to his nose, breaking him of his musings.
He became curious, now walking slightly ahead of the twins while taking another momentary sniff of the air, the strength becoming thicker as he continued on his way.
About thirty solid more seconds of trailing the sidewalk, he came to the source.
A building that stood out to the ones next to it, and along with the rest of the surrounding architecture, it seemed to pull more life into it.
Trees of wondrous color lined the front near the street, the building itself having two floors.
The ground floor had an open doorway that led to the second, with a bigger gated side to it. Both having small awnings that covered the sun from directly hitting the tips of the building under it.
The second floor was more lively, obviously being where the customers would enter and be seated.
With a green hangover plant strafing from end to end.
Commotion being heard inside from the busy day.
He inhaled deeply this time, with a straight face with half-lidded eyes in curious neutrality.
He had then become aware of a blend he'd been well accustomed to.
One was a savory substance that came in many kinds, tastes and variations.
Coffee.
But...behind that smell, first introduced to him by his mother every morning before her work, was an even more well acquainted smell.
One he'd thankfully, yet regrettably hasn't been reminded of for some time.
.
.
.
Blood...
I am not ignorant when it comes to the concept of "Blood and Gore" in this new world.
It became a new meaning, to the many humans, it still meant either Murder or Accident.
To the many new species he has yet to encounter, it meant, "Food"
And in a Coffee shop no less.
He looked from the second floor back down to the outside parts of the shop, which, firmly planted on the ground, was a sign.
A sign that read, "Anteiku."
It peaked his curiosity, so...he began to do a minimum scan of the place.
Finding the genetics of most of the people to be normal.
The few that were the light in this sea of normality, were only five beings.
The genetics that were stringed to them were ones of abnormality, ones that would give the one born with the genes a mix of certain genetically enhanced abilities.
Of course, he read this in a book labeled the "Anatomy of A Ghoul."
The scan was to merely make sure that the many scientists and researchers didn't have any flaws in their theories and knowledge.
He commended the said men and women, for he saw through his small scan that they were correct.
Genetically enhanced strands of DNA that would turn all other food on the planet non-digestive except humans and their own kind.
This was their food.
The flesh of Humans, and "Ghouls," but mostly humans.
He did a once over of the entire place one more time before his shirt was tugged a little.
"Aw! Come on Shiro! Mom and Dad are gonna worry about us if we don't hurry!" Kurona pouted with a mock sad expression.
He smiled, "Alright, let's get going then."
He walked along the sidewalk again with the two girls, now having one thought in mind.
We must visit this place, Anteiku, it seems...promising...
If this place was supposed to house these publicly hated ghouls, then they must either be one of two things.
Under the Radar but still hostile, or Under the Radar and peaceful.
While he already knew it was the latter, he could go further into depth of how the 20th ward was a VERY peaceful ward.
He would have to do specific research about this place, for it seems to be the only notable place worth mentioning besides a few others.
After another minute of walking and thinking to himself, almost at the gates of the Yasuhisa residence, he became furiously worried.
When he thought of The Twins, he knew that there must be more of them.
More Innocent ones that would need to be saved.
He knew more than anyone else that even the most innocent human being or ghoul could remain innocent, even in another world.
The twins would lose quite a bit of their innocence while growing up, he would be there to minimize that at all costs.
This was the thinking that drove him to want to, at some point, initiate a deep scan of the 20th ward, and see if any troubled souls were in need, or would soon need to be.
I must do what I can.
They arrived at the gates, which promptly were entered.
The sun was already halfway across the sky, starting it's decent.
A day that will end, and a new one will begin.
The days after will be filled with new purpose.
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(EXCUSE MY ABSENCE, LIFE WAS IN THE WAY SO I HAD TO PUSH IT ASIDE!)