Den of Monsters

Y1 Vol9: The End Of Order

(Yuuichi Katagiri's POV)

when i was young...i always believed there's no such thing as fairness in our world, those who spoke of equality and justice were nothing but deluded fools who haven't come to understand what it means to live in the abyss.

they live so merrily in their well litten home, eating their warm food and sleeping every night with a kiss on their cheek and a warm blanket upon their body.

on the other hand there are people who live the most hollow of lives, eating food for the sake of survival not for hunger or entertainment, sleeping in solitude as they had no blanket to warm them...

i didn't care which side i was on in that concept because all that mattered to me for a long time is simply coming to understanding with my life, and i don't mean in a deep rooted philosophical way like some stuck snobby brat with a higher education, no no no! i simply just wanted to know...what the hell is this world?...

i am neither athletic nor an academic genius, the only thing i had for all my life was...talent, and not a useful talent for the outside world, my talent was just being able to read people like an open book.

in this world there's nothing new to be seen in man, every male and female will have the same aspects that will make up their supposed unique personality, but these aspects never change they're all the same, just like how the letters in the alphabet don't change but only new words appear...people don't change but only new versions of them appear.

that goes for all but two people i have met so far...the first is a bit of an old aquaintance or should i say...friend of mine; ayanokoji kiyotaka, i first laid eyes upon this odd specimen of a guy when i was 10 years old, i had decided to go along with my supposed 'father' to meet one of his old friends who was in fact...atsuomi ayanokoji, the founder of the whiteroom and father of ayanokoji kiyotaka.

he was a bit of an eccentric man to say the least, prideful and untalented but he had very strong ambitions and great goals,though he has gone quite senile as of late it seems, since for years the whiteroom has been producing geniuses and rulers of society consistently but when the fourth generation began, they decided to only get 70 ish students to train.

five from them came out great while the rest were half assed failures or had certain issues that hindered their progress be it physically or mentally, but out of the supposed five only one was a true gem in the eyes of atsuomi.

his son, kiyotaka; was an unheard of subject, a boy who is capable of taking out groups of armed men and solve complex university level exams, he was the complete opposite of what it means to be a child at our age, no laughter, no sadness, no anger, nothing...he was just...hollow.

i visited the facility under my 'father's' name many times, thriving and trying my damned best to understand what the hell he is! but...i never could, he just stayed a blank page with no words or letters to read for all but 6 years where we reunited....the person i saw when i came here at first was the same as the one i saw 6 years ago but the difference was...he was writing letters into his blank page, he began developing emotions of sympathy, love and anger.

i thought doing such a thing would be his downfall but no...it simply just took the place of the orders that the whiteroom instructors gave to him, he now needed not the words of do and don't, he simply just needed to want something and he will achieve it...which amazed me, i who is most deceitful of all that came near me, found something to enjoy rather than toying with simplistic fools who believed themselves to be smart.

though i suppose ayanokoji is not the only blank page in the world or...more accurately there's another page, one with words written that play with my mind like a toy...