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Arc: When People Fall, the Demon Rises [Start]

April 4- Day 4C

I wake up from my nap with an aching head. "Ahh, what the hell.....," I say as I grab my head. I listen in downstairs and see that Desirée and Stylus seemed to still be having the same conversation.

    "And that's how we met." Stylus finishes off.

    I get up, and look at what they were doing from the top of the stairs. As I started walking, I felt a little dizzy, but I ignored it. "You guys are still talking?" I say.

    "Well, what took you so long?!" Desirée yells.

    "That's not any of your business, now is it?" I say as I intensely stare at her. Then, I move my eyes to Stylus. I was feeling a bit dizzy again, so my eyes widen as I quickly breathe in and out. Stylus seems to notice.

    "Are you okay?" Stylus asks.

    "Yeah, I'm fine."

    "Wait....Ken? Stylus?" Desirée says.

    "What?" I say as we both look at her.

    "Stylus mentioned elite. So....what exactly are they? I never heard something like that before."

    My eyes widen, and so does Stylus, I assume. It was honestly astonishing that she never even heard the word 'Elite' before. For as long as I could remember I was familiar with the word 'Elite', and finally knew what the word actually meant in 9th grade. So for someone as old as her to not have even heard the word 'Elite' before.....that's something else. "You don't know the word, 'Elite'?"

    She vigorously shakes her head. I stare at Stylus, and based on his facial expression, he was thinking the same thing I was. "Nope, I never heard of the word."

    I loudly sigh as Stylus begins to explain, "Elites are....people with unordinary abilities. I, myself, am an Elite. This is the reason why my hair is blue and my eyes are blue. The color of your hair and eyes also may reflect some parts of your ability. You seriously don't know any of this?" Desirée vigorously shakes her head once again. "Elites are also divided by a category of levels based on how powerful their ability is. Rank D being the lowest level, and Rank S being the highest."

    Suddenly, Desirée seems to become quite fascinated. "What level are you!?" she happily asks.

    Stylus quickly looks at me, then back at Desirée. "What do you think?"

    "Hmm...." Desirée begins to think. Suddenly, she looks over at me. Her eyes widens as she begins to look at my hair. She runs closer to me to get a better look. "Your hair....." Yes. My hair was a bit different than normal; it seemed like it had dark red highlights. But who says I didn't dye it? "Ken...." Desirée begins to ask. "Are you an Elite too?"

    I smirk as I ask, "What do you think?" 

    "Mhh...." Desirée frowns her face as she thinks. "Nope."

    I tilt my head. "And why's that?"

    "Cause meanies are weak."