"I'm done!" I roared throwing my sword across the room in a fit of rage. My face dripping of sweat. Everything ached, arms, legs, even my head was pounding.
_Calm_down_that_wasn't_nice_throwing_me_like_that_
"I know that! I just can't take this anymore!" I cried out angrily storming over to the sword that laid on the ground. I picked it up and placed it in it's sheath that laid on my back before crumpling to the ground on my knees from the weight. Why... Why did it have to be this way...?
_I'm_sorry_I_wish_I_could've_been_more_use_to_you_
Damn straight. It hurts Gurifin. I have no one. This academy has destroyed me... Gurifin... help me...
_I_can_try_
Gurifin...Gurifin help me... Help me...
I laid on the ground in my silent mess, tears streaming down my face as the moonlight shone in the room, my lamp flickering its battery life near its end. I cried and cried until the night took me away, out of my empty suffering.
_ _ _
I've given up on everything but grades, since getting a good letter means a better life in this fucked up society. "It's all about the learning, the experience, not the letter." Then why the hell does our life depend on the damn letter? This world is full of lies. I'm alone here, I'm exposed to every part of the social class now. I'm a shadow.
This is my last year at the academy now. It's been the same. I've locked everyone out, well. There was no need to. Since no one even tried to open my doors anyways. Repetition every day, same classes, same training. I never did mention why I had a sword or what it's purpose was for. Well, this academy is to fight the unseen monsters. Special academy for people willing to risk their lives to save others. We call the monsters Unseen, because a normal person can't see them unless they wear a special headgear or get surgery. I'm an expected graduate, so I already got my eyes fixed up to see them. The Unseen are hideous beasts that come out at any time of the day and kill the innocent. It's like the work of a zombie. When they kill a person they take their soul and create a new monster. Though their origin is the least of my concern. I'm just going to be another pawn in the place of it all so I don't find needing to know everything important. Oh, and sword spirits. We are all given a sword, and over time we gain a connection with a deeper part of ourselves. I've never thought of undead sandy things ever in my life. Our ability isn't chosen, it's just random. But the one who grants us our power is almost like a copy of ourselves. Gurifin for example shares traits like myself. Some times the relationship can work out fine, or crush itself. I'm not going into detail but there you go. Sword spirits and the reason why I'm in this dump anyways. To fight monsters and help the innocent. Complete bullshit if you ask me. But what the hell can I do now?
_ _ _
"Hey hon," she hummed running up to me and placing a small kiss on my forehead. I give a weak smile putting my arm around her. My girlfriend. I don't know how I pulled it off but I did. She's sweet, loving, a small flicker of light in my dull life. Right now, she means everything to me.
We met after class one day, we bumped into each other and we just clicked right from there. Might seem pretty lame but I'm really happy everything has been working out so well.
"Hey darling," I replied resting my head on her shoulder. We're going to graduate in a few months, the two of us together. We hope to be placed in the same division. Though it depends on the classes we took. Hers are a lot more in the medical field, while mine focused on tactics and honing skills to use on the field. I hope we'll stay together. We stay cuddled together on the bench outside, I gaze out over the small outdoors area. People walked out and about, I could've sworn I saw that bastard Haruki out there but oh well. I have my girlfriend beside me and that's all I need. My life has turned for the good.
_ _ _
Different divisions, I predicted it. She's in division four. The medical division. I was placed in division seven, a division that held power and courage like a wolf. I wouldn't consider myself a dog, but my girlfriend does. She messaged me,
"How's my snowy wolfie doing?"
"How's my snow pup?"
"How's my howling Hinaka?"
It's cute, I don't mind it.
Haruki was put in division two, the stealth division.
There's 8 divisions. Each specializing in their own class and traits. Most in my division wields a sword and specializes in strength and courage. Or just completely oblivious to death and getting hurt. That could be considered "courage" too in this damn place.
_ _ _
"WHY?!" I bellowed launching my sword at the wall, it crashed against the wall with a loud clang before falling to the ground with a thud.
_That_Wasn't_Nice_
"Why...?" I whimpered looking down at my cellphone that laid in my hands, it's screen the only thing lighting up my dark room.
~I'm sorry Hinaka, my little wolf. I can't be with you anymore. We rarely see each other anymore and it strains me. I wish I could've told you in person but I just wasn't able to wait any longer. I hope you understand. Goodbye Hinaka.~
Alone again... Once again a prisoner of the shadows...
Gurifin... What did I do to deserve this...? Why did this all have to happen to me? Why was I placed in this cursed shell? You're the only one I have to talk to again...
_Stay_strong_master_we_will_find_a_way_stay_patient_
"FOR HOW LONG?!" I yelled smashing my fist against the floor some of the wood creaking and splintering under the impact. "I've waited, I've been patient, I've followed everything I've needed to just to manage. I've always been given false hope, lies, always telling myself it'll be better. BUT IT NEVER HAS!"
_Calm_down_my_job_is_to_protect_you_and_help_with_your_decisions_Don't_do_anything_stupid_you'll_make_it_through_
_Stay_Strong_
I leaned forward letting myself fall onto the hard wooden floor. My phone falling from my hand landing onto the floor beside me. I laid there until the night took me away from my suffering, into the realm of darkness.
When we work in the divisions you only see your fellow members. You rarely get time to visit the other divisions. None the less have vacation. It's all work here.
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General FictionI'm not very tall, I have obnoxious white hair. It's like I could stick out in a crowd. But not really... I promise I'm not old, I was born like this. I normally don't care about how I look, I used to never care. We used to be childhood friends. Gr...
