Generation 11

Chapter 7

Seven

“Ramen, ramen! Ramen!” Umira chanted happily in a sing-song voice. The group was heading towards a ramen shop for lunch by the train station.

Kari frowned and narrowed her eyes, being even more hot-tempered than usual. "You made us eat ramen yesterday after training, then for dinner, and again this morning. I'm tired of it! Why are you dragging us around to eat ramen? Why am I not the one leading you guys?! Why can't we go eat fried rice or sushi?" Honestly, she missed her mother's cooking.

Yoritomo grinned. "Am I glad that I'm not bunking with you food-crazed people." Karina jabbed him sharply in the stomach, causing him to curse and Hibiki to ‘tsk’. When Yori opened his mouth to say something again, Hibiki shook his head. It was obvious that Kari was unusually violent – even for her – right now, and it was best not to bother her.

"If you work in a ramen shop, you never get tired of it~ also, it's the most palatable thing in the world!" Umira replied, brushing her purple bangs away from her eyes as she ran forward, spotting the restaurant.

…..

His wet blue hair matted onto his forehead and hung lower than his eyes. However, he did not even have the time to care about brushing his wet hair away as he ran with full speed - which was not very fast due to lack of energy - forwards, spotting what seemed like the exit. Ignoring the pains in his body, he put on a burst of speed, desperately trying to make it there.

Then chains latched onto his arms and legs, preventing him from going any further. He cursed. Being unable to use his powers meant that he had to succumb to the heavy iron chains. They forcefully dragged him back into his cell, and the momentum caused him to crash against the wall. When he looked up, there was a man with black hair.

The man in the suit and dark hair clicked his tongue, looking sympathetic. "Poor, poor thing. Locked up like a pitiful monster. Then again, that is what you are, is it not?”

The indigo-haired man smirked. “You’ve finally gotten around to realizing that, have you, Hiyashi Osamu?”

Osamu kept his composure, still smiling. His jet-black hair glistened in the dim light– like filthy grease or oil, the chained man thought, a widening smile etching onto his lips as the thought amused him. Though his eyes were a supposed to be a deep, warm brown, they looked more like a greedy, oily black.

“You are only just wild, now, or even feral. I did help you escape the chains of your family, no? There is a difference between something feral, and a monster,” the suited man said lightly, after quite a period of time, as if he had been contemplating the words in his head. He straightened his dark tie.

The blue haired man chuckled. “Oh? My consciousness tells me you have just contradicted yourself. You did call me a monster.”

The suited man's mouth twitched for a brief second. “Now, excuse me, if you will. I have to go look on my daughter and nephew; see how they are doing with their studies. I really have high hopes for them. I will make sure that their studies will soon pay off, and they will be able to overthrow your filthy famiglia.” Osamu turned on his heel, ignoring the man in chains. "Remember to send them my love, and help me get my engagement rings, will you not?"

…..

“Kari-san, eat some ramen and calm down. I did read those articles you sent us – one person is able to have multiple flame types. Maybe at that time, the Boss was merely testing your dominant flame,” Umira said through gulps of noodles, gesticulating with her chopsticks. She had used Kari, instead of Karina, Hibiki had noted. Was it because of the ramen that she was becoming so informal?