Cloud AU's

Well... 👋🏻

Skull was the Lackey.
Skull was the Cloud Arcobaleno.
Skull was the Weakest Arcobaleno.
Skull was the Immortal Stuntman.
Skull was the Carcassa's Strategist.

Skull was many things.
Loud, noisy, annoying, useless, ex-Civilian, pathetic, stupid, unimportant, crybaby, Ex-Arcobaleno/ Curse bearer.

He was also a single child, a teenager and orphan that got dragged into the Mafia because of other selfishness and verbally, physically and emotionally abused be it by colleagues or enemies.
He had nothing. And, in the eyes of others, he was nothing.
A Cloud without strength was, well... Nothing.

So it came as no surprise to him when, after the curse was broken, the others immediately cast him out. Didn't call or contact him, nothing. Like an abused dirty rag that they finally used till it had no more use or purpose to keep. Like trash, an insect they got rid of. He was pitiful, and he was so broken.

So he wandered, cut off his contract with the Carcasso Famiglia so he was damn well sure nothing tied him down to them - the Mafia, Arcobaleno, Reborn - anymore. He was finally free again. But so lonely and estranged, with scars on his heart, body and soul. He was weak.

The Trinisette, the entity that keeps the world's balance with the Dying Will Flames, couldn't- didn't tolerate this. One who had sacrificed so much, was broken with no one to pick up the pieces.
It decided to give him something as consolation that would help him fend for himself and become stronger. Something he'd wished for since he was but a child.

You see, The Trinisette oversees all of it's children, especially those who possess strong flames and potential. So it knew the moment Skull was born, he'd eventually become the first inverted Cloud Arcobaleno. An unsavory fate knowing the others to be chosen.
Skull, as a child, had loved games, old and new even if he couldn't afford many, he loved them. He was playful, but not necessarily bloodthirsty. He was obviously different in the ways that stood out, yet potential in the way that went discarded, unnoticed.
RPG's were his favorite games.
So that's what it gave him; The power to make his life a game.

Skull POV
'So do I go back to my job as stuntman?.. No, I don't have the energy or motivation. I just want to continue driving without stop.
No one to call out, reach, beat and trap me!! I will no longer be a part of such things...
I'll stop being a Lackey.
I'll stop being Loud.
I'll stop being a useless nobody.
I'll stop being a stuntman...
But what can I be then?
I'm still me.
I'm still a Cloud.
I still love my motorbike, driving.
I'm alone, again...'

Suddenly pain assaulted me out of my thoughts and off of my bike causing me to crash.
I didn't know what it was but I mildly registered my vision had a purple tint to it. 'Oh yeah... Didn't the Carcasso once mention that a broken bond can lead to suicide or madness?'

Guess I'm dying then.
My flames were the thing stopping me from dying to begin with.
It makes sense they'd be the thing to rob me of it too.
I blacked out, embracing death.

–I woke up at night.

The moon was up and the sky was clear, except for a few clouds roaming the dark wide expanse.
My favorite time of the day.
Wait... I touched me all over in disbelief. I'm not dead?

A purple, almost transparent screen popped up infront of me with [Status] written on it.
It looked like one of those RPG-screens. I touched it, nothing happened. 'o... K... mhm~... {Open}?'

[Name: Skull DeMorte
Age: 16
Flame: Cloud (inverted - Rare)
Job: ???
Titles: Ex-Arcobaleno, Lackey, Betrayed One, Immortal Stuntman