White Flame (Fire Force x OC)

Joker

Shiroi Honoo POV

     I slowly opened my eyes, squinting at the sunlight that through the window next to the bed I slept in. I slowly turned on my side and to my surprise, those two boys, Shinra and Arthur, were soundly sleeping right beside me.

     They were both sprawled out on medical beds, lightly snoring. Arthur was almost ready to fall out of the bed, whilst Shinra had drool falling from his mouth and down his chest. I couldn't help but laugh; these dumbasses look like they've slept in at least 15 different positions just in the time we've been in the medical room!

     The fight. Those two are strong individuals. Somehow I managed to hold them off, but if I hadn't used that much fire power, I probably would've completely lost.

     I slowly got out of my bed, standing on my wobbly legs. As my knees adjusted to my weight, I saw a small sticky note on the wall next to my bed. 'Shiroi Honoo, White Flame, Anomaly 1' was sloppily written on the note. "Shiroi... Honoo," I questioned myself. Is that me? Shiroi Honoo; that's white flame in English. It must be me then! Shiroi Honoo! I proudly strutted out of the medical room, my ego being 10x bigger.

     I wandered the hallways of Company 8, searching for Sir or any of his friends. As I stared at the floor below me, I slammed face first into a skinny figure. "Ah son of a bi-... Oh. Hello, Sir; I've been looking for you." The slim scientist tiredly looked down at me. Heavy eye bags were placed on his pale face, along with even messier hair and a t-shirt and sweatpants. Two cups of coffee were in his boney hands.

     "What a coincidence because I was just looking for you," he said in a deep, morning voice. Sir handed me a large cup of coffee (however you like coffee... or hot cocoa; I don't care) and we started wandering the hallways more. Silence fell upon us as I stared at the walls of Company 8. That was until Sir calmly stated, "so I'm guessing you saw my note, Shiroi Honoo."

     I glanced up at his tall figure and replied, "you guys are really good with names, huh? White Flame; Shiroi Honoo." I chuckled a bit and continued, "has a nice ring to it!" Sir giggled a small bit but then immediately fell into deep thought.

     "Let's go back to my lab, you can stay there until you get a permanent spot in Company 8. I also wanna show you yours stats and-" The tall man bent down to cautiously whisper in my ear. "-talk about more than one working arrangement."

     I wasn't startled, but I felt my hands twitch, as if getting on higher guard. "You want me to be a spy?" I whispered (mostly mouthing) to him. Sir nodded and we walked back to his office, making sure no one was to follow us.

     We rushed into Sir's lab, immediately changing to the topic we needed to discuss. "So," I started whilst plopping myself in a rolling chair and twirling in circles, "give me my stats first; I want to know how I'm doing as an..."

    I looked at Sir for guidance, not knowing what I am exactly, and he continued. "From what I've seen, I would call you an 'overpowered infernal 5 generation.' Not all fifth generations will be like you. You have Joker's special antidote running through your veins.

     I stopped him there, "uhm, Sir? I saw the antidote, but who the hell is Joker?" Sir seemed to stop dead in his tracks, like a deer in headlights; something was about to happen.

     "Ah, hello again, Licht." A mysterious, deep, and raspy voice came from behind me.

     "OH SHIT-" I spun my rolling chair around to see a shadowy character looking at all of Sir's science gadgets and shit. I almost jumped out of my chair as my nose and fingertips set aflame. I rolled out of the chair and onto the floor, noticing I already burned a small corner of the fabric. I got in the best fighting position I could, even though my nose and finger were the only things that could cause damage. "COME AT ME. Who the hell are you!? No shadowy strangers are allowed near me!"