Sweet rich dreams

The blade, oblique to his body, impaled the weak ground beneath. As his breathing got heavier, he smiled. He knew. A drop travelled down the illusive expression on his face parting ways with it as it broke free to be absorbed by the awaiting earth. Silence. The eerie silence was something to memorable it had become almost innate to him that he basked in it. The crescent night but he one script with great strength was all that allowed him to stay standing, at the mercy of what can only be described as death in a physical form. It was far from over…

6:00AM.

The forlorn sun arose and crept through the incisions in the blinds. The lonely Rays dispel around the room conforming to the shapes of objects that block it path, hopelessly fighting shadows that effortlessly cover everything in darkness. The room wasn't anywhere near clean. It was, on most days, a lonely place but the inhabitants always came back. “Ah what am I doing!? If I don’t get ready in like twenty, I’m going to be late again! This is the second time this week this has happened, I need to get that alarm clock fixed!” he screamed out into the bear enclosure he called his room. Hurriedly, he grabbed the laid-out clothes, spend 10 minutes in the bathroom, then escape through the door winning down the familiar road to an old familiar location.

8:00AM.

“Kamikuro! You're late again!” screaming an annoying voice. “This is the third time this week!”

“It’s actually the second sir, if you are gonna complain please don’t make me out to be some unpunctual punk.” He said with a smirk.

Standing, open-mouthed, the owner of the annoying voice, Mr Genkaku, watched as ‘Kamikuro’ made his way past him, still running, down the almost disguised school pathway.

9:00AM.

“Nuri,” said Inari. “You’ve been arriving to school late way too much lately, is something going on? You can always talk to me you know- you big idiot, I’m always here.” This is Inari Biko. She’s a close friend of Nuri Kamikuro (Mr late) and she has been a friend to him since around middle school. Her hair is a noir colour, and her face has a constant buoyant expression that always seems to envelope the gloom of Nuri and make him a little less tense.

“Look I've been going to bed real late lately,” He exclaimed. “Don’t worry I'm fine- honest.”

“I've known you since pretty much forever Nuri, I can tell when something's up- don't lie to me. I'm like your personal lie detector, and your lines are all over the place!” She said. She has always thought of herself as a type of joker. “Well looks like you need a repair cause your metre is way off, I'm fine Inari let's just get the day over with and get back to the non-mandatory part of our lives. Agreed?” He replies.

“Ha-ha very funny, whatever Mr Comedy Act. You and your phrases, it's like your ray of darkness, never excited are you.” She gives him playful punch on the shoulder and walks off. Nuri now being left alone resides back into his personal seclusion separating all noise: interaction: communication and any other presence from his self.

5:20PM

When the school day finally came to an end Nuri walked lackadaisically down the cold school halls, hands in his pockets, he couldn’t pay attention to anything if he wanted to- it's just the way he is. A soft but intrusive wind grazed his face, carefully playing with the loose hair on the right side of his head- it made him shudder. “Hey! What Did I tell you about invading Myspace with your depressing attitude?” A loud but uninviting voice bellowed. “This keeps on happening Nuri, I think you want to be taught a lesson don't ya!” The voice belonged to Gaki Onryo, a blonde-haired douche who was a frequent nuisance to Nuri and all the others who attended Shiga High School. He traced Nuri’s steps and stood behind him brazenly. “Look Gaki, I have no time to waste on your fake threats today and I have better things to do than stand here in this ‘densely populated’ hallway. Funny how the only time you seem to challenge me is when no one else is around and the fact you're standing so close to me is giving me mixed messages, you got something to confess?” Nuri questioned.

“Look here funny guy! You better not be saying what I think you’re saying, and I think it really is time I shut that huge mouth of yours. You think I'm joking? No now it's time to give you the beat down you deserve.” Gaki replied. Spinning with great speed, Nuri pivoted on his right heel invading the wind with the ball of his left foot and delivered a herculean strike to the left side of Gaki’s head. The brute fell on the spot. His body was saved from the icy floor only by his enemy’s arms. Nuri carried the fiend over to a set of lockers in the hallway and carefully placed the issue against one of them tucking the arms in and placing the head in a lead of right position as if he had fallen asleep.

“Damn it's already five-thirty, I'm always losing track of time I need a personal planner or something.” Nuri muttered to himself. He quickly started up a run, similar to this morning, and bolted to the double doors in the direction of the city's centre.

6:00PM

Lucent venal store fronts laced the streets of Yurei town- the district with the most materialistic atmosphere. Heavy influence from western trade had made the own abandon its homely feel of menial jobs like market trading and hot spas which has turned the, what used to be a, small town into a place filled with unambiguous buildings that created protective shadows for unrevealed acts to take place. The calm air that continuously flowed through the tainted city was the only thing reputable about the place. Its smooth flow was something that always brough some sort of relief to Nuri. This was mainly down to it being near water, the crashing waves were also something that distracted Nuri away from the vivid lights and seemed to calm him down as if they were a representation of the lost neutrality the city once had. It had started to turn dark. The natural mutual darkness starting to shield the city further emphasising the light that stuck out, Nuri was always out at this time and found some peacefulness in the mundane darkness as if it was a state of euphoria The Fed his own personal dark attribute. The air became ambient. A swift gale of wind blew ferociously putting Nuri off balance, forcing him to cower and grip painfully to the coarse pavement. Out of nowhere a nitid black, what looked like to be the point of a sword, piece of the circumambient struck out towards Nuri and due to the unimaginable surprise, his heart started to palpitate. His eyes closed forcefully embracing what he thought was to be his fate. However, instead of being impaled point blank he heard the teeth grinding worthy sound of metal clashing. He opened his eyes silver coated crescent blocking the path of the dark blade. The owner of the silver blade had, just as dark, black hair and was dressed in a dainty black cloak which was sturdy in position. Nuri knew the dark blade had tremendous force behind it and was in awe at the spectacle before him. The unknown character repelled the physical darkness and with one swing dispersed what looked to be an artificial night. A faint whisper swam on the current of the air as the natural flow of the night returned- “I am true darkness. All light will bend at my will and my will alone. Soon you will witness the true power of Gaia under my control.” The unnerving voice left an ominous presence in the air that had no effect on the mysterious character but made Nuri feel sickly.

7:30PM

“Th-Thanks. I really owe yo-“ Nuri got cut off by the figure raising its hand signalling silence.

“Don’t speak. Stand. My name is Uzume. This isn’t the right time for us to be speaking; you must take this bag and grab the hilt of my Hikari Shingi!” said the strange, now known to be female, voice.

“Th-this bag? You-your Hi-ka-ri Shingi? What are you talking about?” Nuri replied hastefully.

“The bag and the sword idiot! Quickly!” Uzume replied. Nuri, now understanding what the girl meant, grabbed onto the hilt of Uzume’s blade with such force he managed to move her ever so slightly forward intruding on her stance. Abruptly, immense energy start to pour itself into every crevice of Nuri’s body- he could feel his blood rushing to every organ quickening his heart rate and breathing. An eruption of light appeared and then dissipate. Nuri donning an eternally black robe of sorts emerged from the previous ball of light, the lustrous fabric engulfed his body perfectly and two length strings of the fabric fell softly against his back just hovering above the ground whilst being connected to his collar. A black piece of metal now appearing on his back, the size of his body, was the colour of what can only be described as eternal night. He pondered the bag which was had remained in his left-hand post-transformation. “He-hey! There’s like 1…4…12…20k! In this bag!” Nuri exclaimed.

“Yeah don’t worry about the money just yet kid we have even more issues on our hand right now.” Uzume replied. As soon as Uzume uttered her last word the air around Nuri exploded and vibrant pink blurs shot out towards Nuri, but with a sharp pivot he turned to have the oversized night blade protect his body from the attack. The bombardment didn’t stop and Uzume was phlegm, she gazed vigilantly monitoring Nuri’s decisive thinking as he managed to protect himself form the illuminous projectiles fired towards him. The shots ceased and Nuri was now panting, physically worn he had suffered minor fatigue and was gripping the bag as tight to his chest as he could. A crater of black tore through the earth booting debris how about the sword wielders. Uzume managed to jump a great deal into the air while Nuri had remained grounded implementing his go to tactic of shielding himself with the body of his night blade. A stygian orb levitated above the crater- it surveil over everything in the vicinity and gave off an uncomely glow. Uzume landed. She reached for the bag but as she did the air was suddenly filled with an overwhelming pressure and both Uzume and Nuri had succumbed to kneeling. It had to be the works of the orb. It started to open.

The blade, oblique to his body, impaled the weak ground- BZZT BZZT… As his breathing got heavier, he smiled. He knew. A drop- BZZT BZZT… Silence. The eerie silence was something to memorable it had become almost innate to- BZZT BZZT...

6:00AM.

A drop of sweat rolled down Nuri’s drenched face as he laid wide eyed awake in bed. He clenched his left hand and wiggled his back to check the reality of his situation. “The same dream…” he murmured to himself. Nuri got out of the bed and grabbed his phone and the little black book he kept in his side drawer. He opened the mobile banking application on his phone and began to also write in the book with the pen that was attached to it.

'01/02/XXXX- Same dream, no new sum of money in account balance. Sweet rich dream cursed by the relapse of reality.'