The World In Colours

Prologue

Who am I? And how did I even end up here?

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The vibrant hues of scarlet and bright yellow dusted the endless canvas of the sky, as the sun scattered its final rays on the city before sailing down the horizon. Orange and pink fading in together, a hint of red deepening the subtle glow of the sky which was once filled with a surplus of clouds floating like balls of cotton knitted into a mesh. A splendid sight to perceive, of course, but at the same time, it announced the rule of the upcoming darkness, something to fear, something to be afraid of, exposing the vulnerability of the citizens, who were nothing, but merely used as pawns for a bigger plan, used for distraction and covering up the empty squares on the check board. But indeed, just as there was a check board, there also was a king seated right at the head, and not to mention, that skillful warrior among the very common, who had the potential to carry out the magic of 'check-mate'.

The last few narrow beams of daylight filtered in through the rich and exquisitely polished glass windows of the high rise building of Tokyo, the metal bars reflecting the lights off of each other, the smoothly swept marble floors inside the picturesque sky scrapers and the big corporate offices being highlighted of a calm against the busy chaotic atmosphere of the city. The buildings stood high up, casting tall shadows on other smaller houses aligned in a pattern, cutting right through the cool breeze blowing in from the north which otherwise would sweep away the empty alleyways. The cool waters of the port glimmering brightly as the low, loud sound of the dismissal of ships reverberated through the air of the warm summer months.

With the evening sky growing darker as the long minutes passed, one could eye the deserted streets of the afternoon which became increasingly busy as people flooded in from the various corners, everyone headed home for the day. By the time the chaotic atmosphere settles down suitably to the ease of the metronome of the eardrums, the sun is just peeking over the top of the smaller buildings of the block, purple seen overhead mixed into the navy blue of the obsidian night.

It was just another day, a pretty usual timing, a very typical day indeed. Children returning from the park after their everyday games, young teenagers hanging about in the streets here and there gazing into the dimly lit screens of their cell phone, busy office executives and associates driving home and muttering profanities when stuck pathetically in the inevitable traffic, the persistent honking now fading in and becoming a distant cacophony; some other workers hurriedly heading out with briefcases tugged tightly in their profusely sweaty palms as they took long purposeful strides to reach home quickly, elderly women gossiping about some random individual on the street not caring or aware of the fact that they can be well heard by that very concerned individual as well.

But wait, if it is something so usual, than why are we making such a big deal of it by talking about it right here out of nowhere? Well, well, if it is a very typical day, we will definitely find a very typical scenario, even if not everywhere, definitely in a certain area of Tokyo. A familiar shade of spiky dark blue hair held up in place against the strong universal force of gravity with a hairband of the same colour decorated with accents of yellow circles; that tint of red marks on his smooth, fair skin of left cheek, under the large, shining brown eyes; Valt Aoi was hyping his way around the busy bustling streets of the city right after sundown, whistling a peaceful tune to soothe his nerves.

He was easily recognizable among the public crowd, his taste of astounding colour preferences of his attire made him stand out. His light blue, sleeveless jacket with cerulean borders adorned with a 'V' emblem, symbolizing the initial of his first name, placed comfortably on a black bordered yellow circle design on the left side, was worn over a red, short sleeved hoodie with yet another yellow 'V' emblem on the front. Guess that he really was fond of his name.