Anime Scenarios

~ Underneath It All ~

Give me one good reason why I should trust you. 

I was a rebel, running away from everything and everyone. I lived in the streets and hiding away from the cops who had me on their blacklist of wanted criminals. Sound cliche? Trust me, there was nothing else I can do now. The more I stayed in that house, the more screwed up I became. I didn't want to destroy myself, or is that even possible. I don't have any friends, I was a horrible student ditching college; what's worse was that I had practically ran away without a word in the dead of night. I've had enough. Have I given up though? I'm not even sure anymore. 

Due to my current lifestyle, I had learnt not to trust anyone and to always be on guard. You'll never be able to know what might happen if you're not careful. Even strangers with the calmest smile don't bode well for me at all. My sister had left the house once she had graduated from college and was now in charge of a theater troupe, making plays somewhere in the world. Where she is right now I have no idea but it's not like I cared in the first place. I never do. As I wiped away blood that trickled down from my shin with my gloved hand and breathed heavily through my faded black mask, I realized just how much of a messed up human being I was. What am I doing? Who am I now? Fuck this life, I bet I can do better than her right now. I just don't know what to do or even where to start. I'm on the run, I'm hiding from the cops, I steal and break the laws all the time, not exactly a good role model at all. I fight off pesky thugs that get too close into my territory but even that isn't enough to satisfy the empty void in my heart though I'm not sure what it is that I'm missing. My clothes are torn and tattered but I had other things to do now. I peeked out of the corner of the wall, checking to see if there was nobody around before stepping out into a brisk walk down a long deserted highway. My mind forming another plan. 

I stole a bike and rode it down the highway in full speed, not aware of the man frantically calling out to me from behind. A small smirk creeped up onto my lips as I rode, feeling the wind breeze right through me. I've gotten news from the media about my sister's theater troupe currently situated in a place called Veludo Way. I've never heard of it but I followed directions and pretty soon arrived at a crossroad, in front of me was a festive-looking town with banners hanging up high above. I then spotted a huge sign above that said Veludo Way and I beamed. I rode straight ahead and entered the town in hopes of finding my sister. 

I made several turns, asking passer-bys and trying to navigate my way around the town. They had told me how there was a theater troupe called Mankai that's just nearby and I managed to find it. The people here seemed kinda nice somehow, it surprises me. This place doesn't look as if it has seen any events of crimes and fights at all, it's peaceful even. Definitely a place that I don't belong in but I just parked the bike a little further from the Mankai dorm and took off the helmet. So this was where my sister lives now, eh? I wonder what made her so curious about doing theater. What do they do? What's so fun about it? I was hella curious so I walked cautiously to the huge dorm. I spotted several boys hanging around in the courtyard. They noticed me walking up to the door and ringing the doorbell. I ignored their questions and waited patiently. Just then, the door opened and I was met with a young boy in a light grey hoodie and deep pink hair. 

"Hi, can I help you?" He asked kindly. 

"This must be the Mankai company, I assume?" I replied coldly. "I'm looking for my sister." 

"Your sister? Oh, you mean the director? Izumi-chan!" He turned and called out to someone in the house. My sister popped her head out from the fridge and her eyes widened in shock. She stalked all the way to the front door and met my icy cold eyes. 

"Karla what are you doing here?" She gasped, as if she hadn't seen me in years. 

I narrowed my eyes at her accusingly. "I've been looking for you all my life and you're wasting your time here in this damn theater troupe? You need to get your ass back home."