In the dead of night, the moon illuminated behind a tall man. He walked gracefully through the streets as cold mist followed closely behind him. His long dark red hair flowed through the air as the breeze passed by his face. His face was mostly hidden by the darkness of the night but his most notable feature was the purple haori he wore and the sword on his waist.
He approached a nearby forest as a door appeared infront of him out of thin air and opened, revealing a set of random walkways and staircases inside. He stepped in and just like that... him and the door were gone.
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--IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA--
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Luxurious-looking cars drove through the busy driveway as large crowds of citizens formed on the sides, barely being held back by a small gate separating the sidewalk and the streets. A tall building stood proudly as a limousine made its way to the drive-through. This car was different than the others around it though, small American flags were posted on the side-view mirrors. Stopping, people were shouting from the crowd and the flashing from all the cameras was almost blinding. The door to this car opened up and the crowd got louder, almost like they were praising whoever was in this car.
Laughter began coming from the inside of the car as the back door opened, revealing a tall, middle-aged man with a fashionable black suit. He wore sunglasses which he took off and revealed his sparkling blue eyes. He had some grey hairs on his mustache and hair but he looked younger than his actual age. The crowd lit up and the flashes from the cameras increased as the man who stood before them stopped laughing and faced the main camera in front of him.
Posters of this man had begun being raised into the air in some parts of the crowd, grabbing the camera, the man said.
Larry S. Druman: Hello America, Larry S. Druman here, your president. Tonight will be one to remember because this is the grand opening of the Druman State Building! Memories will forever be made here and it's completely accessible to the public! Drop by and come see the Druman State Building, and remember, Greatness happens in America! *Walks into the building*
The camera panned out and turned towards the crowd, "LARRY! LARRY! LARRY! LARRY!" They all yelled, a boy was watching all of this from his TV in a dark room.
???: *Gripping chin* (What? This can't be.. Larry S. Druman, the president of the United States of America. He's a--)
Knocks at the door interrupted the boy's thinking, as a woman's voice was heard.
Woman: *Knocks on the door* Shinichiii! Did you leave your TV on again?The door to the dark room slowly opened as the woman looked down at the small boy in the crack of the doorway.
Woman: S-Shinichi it's late, you shouldn't be up like this again.
Shinichi: I'm fine, mother. I'll make sure to go to bed soon. *Wipes eyes*
Woman: Well okay.. make sure you get a lot of rest-- *Notices the TV playing* What's on the TV now? Doesn't look like anything out here. *Pushes the door open more*
Shinichi: Agh- M-Motherrr! *Backing up*
Woman: "Larry S. Druman"? The president of the US? I know you're smart but I didn't know you were into politics.. Just how did you get a TV that broadcasts American news?
Shinichi: *Scratches his head* I read a book at school about TV programming, all it took was a little rewiring and this antenna on the top.
Woman: *Looks at the top of the TV* Oh? I didn't even notice this, well I'll leave you alone now. Goodnight, son. *Walks up to Shinichi and kisses his head and leaves the room, closing the door behind her*
The American news began to play as they began to talk about the Druman State Building's grand opening with a picture of Druman on the screen.
Shinichi: *Looks back at the TV*
Shinichi scoffed as he watched the TV and a second later the room was empty, the window was wide open as Shinichi was walking through the front path of his home. Fangs revealed when Shinichi smiled as sweat formed on his forehead and dropped past his blood-red eyes.
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