A Name Without A Face

Chapter 1 {In the Beginning}

  What was this painful silence? I could hear my heartbeat, beating slowly as if it were weak and dying. My entire body felt ice cold and... Why could I not remember? What was my name? Who am I? Where am I?

Despite not knowing any of that, my head couldn't stop racing with more and more thoughts.

I know this. I could do this, I could excel at this, but why would I want too? Why did I know all these things? For what reason would I want to do any of this when I'm already... Perfect.

Yes, I could feel it. I was perfect. And as if someone snapped their fingers, I was bored.

I was bored.

I was utterly bored already.

It's all so very boring.

Finally releasing myself from the darkness, I opened my eyes. The first thing I saw were faces, faces all around me. Faces staring at me.

"How do you feel?" One asked.

"Fine." As I opened my mouth and spoke my first word, the faces all looked to each other before breaking out in smiles.

"What do you remember?" Another asked, drawing themselves closer. I could feel my body being touched, hands feeling my arms, pulling at my hair, why won't they leave me alone? Don't touch me... Stop touching me...

"Who am I?" I blinked and finally pulled myself away from their hands.

"Welcome to life, Izuru Kamukura." One smiled, offering their hand out.

That name... I know that name, just like I knew everything else. Whatever they called me, I didn't care. I don't care. A simple name was meaningless. I reached out and took his hand. I could feel how warm the stranger's skin was against my icy touch, and he seemed a little surprised as well but only for a moment before I was assisted to my feet. I could feel my body wobble as I took my first few steps but it was easy to get the hang of.

"We are your creators." Another voice came from behind. "It matters not who we are to you though. But please, call us The Steering Committee."

"Boring." I found myself muttering aloud. A few of the men began to whisper among themselves before I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to an older looking man, obviously forcing a smile. "Mind if you come with me? We have a lot to learn from you, you know."

With nowhere else to go, and nothing else to do, once I agreed, I found myself being led down a long twisted hallway.

It seemed to only grow darker, the farther we descended. I could tell the man was afraid of me, despite having no intention to hurt him. It was pointless to kill someone as pathetic as him right now. He was shivering and I caught him sneaking to look back at me more than once. "Your existence will change the world." He finally shattered the silence with his annoying voice.

I could only hum in wonder, paying him no mind. Each door we passed seemed like a prison door, pure white with metal bars covering small window gaps. Despite this place seeming huge, there was not a sound to be heard from any of the cells, telling me the place was eerily empty.

"Ah, here we go." The man slowed his walking and pulled a key out of his pocket. The door looked like any other.

After he unlocked it, he pushed the door inwards and gave a nod in my direction. He expected me to go inside so he would lock me up, but why not? Everything was already so boring, what's sitting in a dark room alone going to do to ease that?

"Just for a little while. Then we'll let you go."

A weak voice for a weak human. Afraid. He was trying not to upset me so I would obey, but I was already pissed off anyway. With a sigh, I entered the room and the door closed behind me. There was but a single bed in the center of the room, and nothing more to do. As I sat down, pulling a leg up to my chest, I closed my eyes and drifted into sleep.

Day after day, it was a constant silence besides the rare times a plate of food was slipped inside. This was life.

My imprisonment after life began. How pathetic, how boring. The darkness was almost comforting as I spent hours upon hours in my own head. I let my thoughts drift off into nothing easily.

My name... Who I am, it all clicked together after a while.

I know who I am.

I was named from the founder of Hope's Peak Academy. The more I thought upon the knowledge I had, the more annoying it became. I wanted nothing to do with Hope's Peak but it seemed as though I was trapped in their clutches since the moment I opened my eyes, and even before.

I didn't want Hope's Peak, but what did I want? Even someone like me... Had no idea.

I desired nothing, I wanted nothing, I wasn't even interested in freedom on the other side of that door.

As for my memory, if I thought hard enough, I got flashes from the past. A past I did not live.

Hajime.

Hajime.

Why did I know that name?

Why was that name something I clung too?

Why was my past lost? Perhaps that is the one thing I desired.

​​​​​​​ I wish to know who I once was.