"Esh... You are?" He stepped closer to her and observed her golden-yellow eyes. "W- what are you-" She kept blinking and stepped back a foot everytime he stepped closer. "Nice to meet you, Atasei Choi. I'm Naoharu Kami." His mouth arched.
She stared at him for a few seconds, "How'd you know, creep?!" She shook her head.
His body turned the other direction where it was closer to the shadows. "You'll know soon enough," His head turned into a 90 degree angle. "You Pawn." Atasei took his name for her into immediate offense and she ran up to his face and started to babble.
Naoharu rolled his eyes and they immediately shifted to the right.
FSHH! A swing of his hand sliced a mask off of a man's face along with blood splattering on Atasei's visage. Atasei flinched and screeched away from Naoharu.
Naoharu's mouth opened, "Finish him."
Atasei shook her head and her brows sharpened. "I'm not doing that! The cops will catch me!"
Naoharu's face sweated in anger because of the difficulty this woman was giving off. "The cops are the least you should worry about in this world." He told her. She thought to herself, In this world? What did he mean? Her fingers felt a little bit of tingle starting from the nail and soon spread to every cell. The places where the tingle had passed, every inch of her finger faded away very quickly.
"Hey, Naoharu... I'm fading a-"
Naoharu stared deep into her soul as if he was forcing her to do something."JUST KILL HIM ALREADY!" Something forced Atasei to move her legs even though she didn't want to. She was forced to run over the body's face and jump on it for more than ten times--- let's just say things got gory after that.
Seconds later, her faded body parts appeared back again without the tingling sensation but the fresh blood of the man she killed still remained on her wedged sneakers. Atasei felt bad she killed the man but she asked herself,
Was killing someone in this world the way to live?
"Whatever you did... Thank you, Naoharu."
Naoharu shrugged. He was usually the one who demanded the people he's helped to spill out a thanks to him for helping them. He actually deserved a 'Thank you' or at least a smile but it's like no one understood why he needed a thanks. He always has something to do in his time in life due to a busy alliance and organization, but manages to find time for others who needed help. He helps others, but not in the way a mother kisses their child's papercut on their finger. The seventeen year-old boy's always seen as this ferocious beast that storms at anyone he can lay his instense blue eyes on.
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ParanormalA woman who transfers into an uncanny universe that forces her into a different dimension where time and place... is different. Games seem to be the only thing that mattered to most people she met in the world. She has the same family members and id...
