Star Crossed Myth, The Star King Fanfic: The Day I Became King

Chapter 1: Spawn Point, Earth/Asia/Japan/Tokyo/Apartment Building/Top Floor

Therious woke up in cold sweat in an unfamiliar room, tangled in the bedsheets. His clothes were the same, though weren't teared anymore and smelled new and like flowers. The room was very bland and white. He spied outside a nearby, open window and pokes his head outside. Busy cars and people speed around on the ground below. Looking at the distance where he is...he's on the top floor of some apartment building in the city of...let's see, kanji everywhere, neon lights, anime posted on digital boards...this was probably Tokyo, Japan.

Therious: "Yes...I have definitely lost it."

???: "You have complete sanity, Therious."

Therious: "Ah...! What...?! Oh, aren't you...?"

The black haired, crimson-eyed, pale-faced girl who stepped in front of the golden haired girl was leaning against the doorway of this room. She raised her eyebrows slightly at his person.

Ayla: "Ayla. Terrorist Ayla. And you are her successor."

Therious: "Successor? Who's successor?"

Ayla: "That is something only you will have go on to find out. Really, if you are...fit to live, perhaps."

Therious: "...What is that supposed to mean?"

???: "Is he awake? He's awake. Come along."

A slightly (VERY slightly, you can only feel the inferior to Ayla by aura) younger girl with a dark violet shade of hair, slung over her left shoulder in a neat ponytail. Holding the ponytail in place was a thick, ivory, black rimmed ring with a gold symbol in a black circle on it. Therious felt like that ring was there for more reasons than to hold her hair in place. Ayla dragged Therious out of his bed by his arm, yanking him out of bed. Her nails dug into his skin, despite his long sleeves. They arrive in a small (VERY small) parlor with a couch, low table, and a blank, black, thin, box on another low table. It had seemed to be connected to the wall.

Therious: "What the...? Where are we...?"

Ayla: "We're on Earth, commoner."

Ayla's harsh tone, scowling face, and pulsing eyes makes it pretty obvious that she doesn't like Earth, and probably the humanity inhabiting it. Therious cowered back in fear. Ayla was more terrifying than what he was ready for.

(ponytail): "Is Luciel here?"

(white-haired): "She's comin' back. Though, can't imagine how she's standing that filth."

The ponytailed girl and another girl, though with white hair in a pixie cut and obvious roughness, was talking to one another right away. Therious can imagine that the 'filth' she was talking about was the humanity outside, since the balcony window to the mini parlor, was wide open, curtains flapping in the wind.

(blonde): "What is the name of this commoner?"

Therious: "M-me...?"

Ayla: "Who else here is a worthless failure here?"

Therious: "...!"

Therious can tell that Ayla didn't like him and said that he was worthless and to fail. Though, him personally, he didn't blame her. He DID fail at everything he tried, and took forever to get it near right. Therefore, he was worthless at most things, and generally wanted to do anything from trying and making a fool of himself. He stared down at his feet and muttered...

Therious: "...Therious."

(all): "......"

Ayla: "That name does not suit you at all."

(ponytail): "Luciel is coming."

Ayla: "Get ready, commoner."

*whoosh*