Apocafisson

Chapter 1: Life

Everybody knows the story of Jīnshǔ lóng. The mythical mechanical beast that wraps along with the imari tower, the central palace of amnesia, the world of steam. People gaze upon its glory, as it slumbers, yet only a select few souls have seen its head. That is reserved for the elite of the amnesian people, such as military leaders and religious figureheads of the beast faith. Oishi grew up believing that Jīnshǔ lóng was the god of everything and anything. But this would not always be the case. For his parents told him about a figure named "Akura" who was the only true God, till she was forcibly removed by Jīnshǔ lóng. The boy was too young to understand it and too young to understand why his parents suddenly went missing and why he was sent to an orphanage. Many years later. He learned why. 

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The boy groaned, he woke up after a good night's rest, even with all the loud noises of distant machine pumps outside, he'd grown used to them. He rubs his baggy eyes and rubs his unkempt hair. "ughhhh……" he moans out, stretching his slim frame. He lifts up, his thick gray cover falling off him. He looks around his oddly empty room, only a lone brown steel end table beside his bed, which has a brown steel lamp on top of it. The room shook a bit as a large steam monorail passed right by. The boy was fully awake now. He quickly hopped out of bed, before he slid his tight white pants on. Then he put his pink frilly undershirt on, he slowly opened his door to a winding hallway, the door in front of him slightly ajar. He slowly went into the door right in front of him, opening it to the bathroom. The slight was dim as he stared at himself in the mirror, he groaned. His face is pale as freckles cover his face. His brown shoulder-length hair covers his eyes, he slowly puts it behind his ear. He grabbed a hair tie from the sink. Pulling up his hair into a ponytail. He stared himself in the mirror, Light purple bags of sleepy skin underneath his eyes, His bright blue eyes looking back at him. "Oishi!" a woman's voice came from behind the door of the washroom, She opened the door completely invading his privacy. "Steel!! What the hell?! I could've been naked" He snaps back. This is steel, The blacked haired woman that has steel highlights in her hair. She wears a black leather jacket with a red shirt underneath it. "It's not like I especially care about what I would see, You are basically my brother. Dummy!" she smiled at him teasingly. Oishi quickly pushed past her and headed back into his room, slamming the door behind him. To his horror, there was a white figure standing in his corner, he was speechless. Stunned. Scared. He couldn't move, he was petrified. The figure speaks. "Oishi. The chosen one by me, the unnamed maiden, the one who will seek out and put an end to the metal sky creature that lives in the dreadful tower, the one who shall bring down the sky and advance humanity faster than ever before. I shall guide you to all these goals". Oishi stares at the woman like a ghostly figure, and lets a soft squeak out, before the figure flows bright, revealing a red headed, large chested, slim body kitsune figure before him. Her yukata is red as blood, yet she is still mostly seen through. But visible enough to see her details. A tail and ears are visible as well. Oishi mutters one word. "Akura?" He said as he trembled. The ghostly figure frowned. "akura is a name that I haven't been called in decades. Please, refer to me as Shibo." She says before another flash if light appears, her body becoming truly physical. "I shall be your power."