A lonely Day [Closed]

[Tensai Jūgoya]

Japan, the home too many, many of the unknowing who walked their day without the slightest clue that lied in the darkness. Meager, unsophisticated, unaware were the humans who trounced around, oblivious to the truth, and accepted life as it was portrayed through the eyes. However, nothing was as it seemed, and comprehension had to be seized through thinking, but more prominently, believing on a more paranormal spectrum. He was once human, like the rest, not caring for the world beyond the obvious. However, he’d found clarity, he found the truth by stepping into the darkness. There he found himself, the person, no entity that he was destined to be.

“Pitiful Humans..”

Softly exclaimed from the peak of one of the numerous skyscrapers that covered the grand city of Tokyo, Japan; the ends of a dark cloak with a red lining swaying in the placid breeze. The Sun, that shined ever-so garishly glistened in the lightly tanned skin of Tensai as he stood in place, looking down upon the earth below as his Orange hair moved through the sky. The delineation of his Mystical eyes gawking in insensitivity towards the ants below; there he waited. The day was young, and the general public was on the move, as the sounds of engines howling and numerous chatters being exchanged. Tensai disliked the loud clamor, but for some reason, he found himself waiting in the mist of it.

[Reverie Fuyuhana]

Honestly, it was of her own whim that she attended the mortal world’s educational system, so it really wasn’t her place to complain. And it was also of her own will to stay behind and help clean up the disorganized classroom. So all in all, only one logical conclusion could be formed: she had no right to complain about the cold breeze that had somehow descended in the city of Tokyo in such a short of period of time. No matter how frigidly irritating and piercing it was to her skin.

The young twenty-year-old shouldered her cashmere bag that had been bought in the mortal world lazily over her shoulder. Today hadn’t been exceptionally tiring – she’d endured much more in Vildia. It was more of the concept that she had chosen to attend, and that she’d been nice enough to help out the janitor with some afterschool cleaning that irked her. She hadn’t regretted any of these decisions, but it tended to land her in some... less-than-pleasurable experiences. For one, she would now have to come “home” an hour later than she should have, not to mention the teeth-chattering winds that continued to bellow around her. They licked at her thighs and exposed legs. The day had started out rather fairly, and she’d assumed it was to remain like that for the whole day. Boy, was she wrong. It was times like these that she’d wished for some skill in the art of Divination, but no. She’d decided to take an entirely “unique” path, as her mother so bluntly put it. If she had that, she wouldn’t have dressed so callously and end up freezing herself before she actually got back to Vildia. Oh, well, there wasn’t much she could do about that. After all, she wasn’t the type to dwell in the present, and moving on wasn’t exceptionally difficult to do.

Cerulean eyes rarely strayed from the path ahead, except perhaps in the few moments when the wind swept up Reverie’s skirt and lifted it to a level that she wasn’t particularly comfortable with – at least, not in public. Her unusually pink-coloured hair drifted every so often as the wind caressed them, and without taking much notice, she would immediately push them back behind her ears with pale, slender fingers. Pale eyelids would shut down on the bright blue eyes every now and again as the wind took its toll, protecting her irises with something more simplistic and handy than magic – the human biology itself. Somehow, although she was a Magi, Reverie was glad that she had taken on a more humanoid appearance. She would not do well with suddenly sprouting wings or claws. Not that she had anything against them, but no thanks.

It took a good ten minutes before Reverie successfully clambered herself into the apartment in which she “resided”. Truthfully, it was only a mask to hide where she was truly headed for – Vildia. After all, she couldn’t have her classmates wondering where she suddenly disappeared to or where she took shelter in. Sighing reproachfully, Reverie removed her white sandals, rubbing each one with the other foot to take them off. She resided in one of the highest apartment buildings in all of Tokyo, her room being almost on the top floor. As soon as she reached her room, her cashmere bag was thrown against the fluffy, lavender bed, where it seemed to reshape the structure of the foam atop it. Reverie followed the bag’s destination soon after she had changed into warmer clothes – a black, knit sweater and dark blue jeans which hung loosely at her calfs. Reverie did nothing but stare at the ceiling for a good five minutes, before she sighed and decided that this was obscenely boring.

Reverie suddenly had the urge to get up and go on the rooftop, just to enjoy the sights of this city. Brushing her pink hair with ease, she stepped out into the hallways and up the rusty stairs which led to the top, un-roofed levels. Clanking metals was heard as her weight and shoes struck the steps, and it wasn’t long before the door leading to the outside was found. Shivering slightly despite her change in clothes, Reverie paused before opening the door.

A rush of cold air hit her like a slap to her face, and a small gasp entered her lips. Man, it was cold up here. Well, that was alright. At least she had bothered to change clothes before coming up here. Her eyes quickly scanned the roof, obviously spotting the creature that was also on the top along with her. He didn’t seem dangerous, but maybe that was just her non-judgmental nature showing. Either way, it would be extremely rude to ignore him, whether he meant harm or not.

Edging carefully to him, Reverie spoke shyly, barely audible over the wind’s loud roars. “H-hello there. Um, may I ask what you’re doing up here?” He wasn’t familiar to her in any way; she’d seen most of the residents of this building, and he wasn’t one of them. And he didn’t seem particularly human... or at least to her, he didn’t. Was she just being overly-cautious?

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[Tensai Jūgoya]

Reality, how could one explain the conception that solely based on pure fraudulence? The act of living wasn’t to accept the understandable, but rather, to accept the oblivious. There was always two sides to a story, an ideal, a concept, why not life itself? Accepting everything for face value was imprudent, and the mortals and even the supernatural who believed in such idealisms were fated to be nothing more than another injudicious pawn in the chess-game of life. Tensai wouldn’t accept the everyday, his goal and ambitions wouldn’t allow it. He looked passed the façade of the standard, and ventured into the monarchy of entirely.

There, he stood, staring expressionlessly towards the municipality below, simply wondering how long each human his eyes captured in sight had to live. How long that would roam this pathetic realm, aimlessly living their lives as if nothing mattered outside their own skin. Nothing really intrigued him about this place. However nothing was more soothing then the gentle breeze of the evening’s sky. With the sun’s tepid beams ramming into the back of his cloak, Tensai reaped the modest heat that emerged from the chilly day. Nonetheless, the communal warmth was wasted as his body had long lost the peculiarity of weakness that the typical human body detained.

Loud on the streets of Tokyo, the rooftop was a silent haven that his vacant heart yearned for. Nothing escaped the plush lips of the Demonic Humanoid as he continued to enjoy the understated bliss that came with complete and total silence. He reaped the benefits of simple nothingness. Until abruptly, the resonance of metal rattling echoed through the once shut corridor leading to the rooftop.

Turning around the face the now opened door, his mystifying Eyes of artificial certainty gazed upon the site of a rather appealing girl. However, for the moment, appearances meant nothing for the fact that his moment of tranquility and silence were ruined ad infinitum. She moved, with prudence and apprehension; as if she rejected the fact that he stood there, and for the moment serenely. She spoke to him, slurring her words with panic, did his appearance really caught such dread? Though he held some unworldly features, for the most part, he appeared human.

"I'm enjoying the view..."

[Reverie Fuyuhana]

There was no mistaking the undeniable cold that existed on this rooftop, almost as though being on a trip to the tips of the Himalayas, the altitude of the cold singeing your skin, despite the amounts of clothes you put on. There were never enough clothes or a fabric that existed to completely shield your body, and regardless you could always hear your teeth chattering and your body shaking uncontrollably, shivers that ran up and down your spines. Shivers that, no matter how you tried to hold it in, could never cease, so you were just left there wondering if death was better than that horrible experience of feeling your fingers grow numb and your toes cut off from your brain.

Well, actually, it wasn’t that cold on the rooftop; Reverie just liked to exaggerate every once in a while. She daydreamed about being in another place although she was nowhere near such a location. But the wind licking at her tresses and her pale skin made her think such crazy things. She couldn’t help it; she was just overimaginative that way. But even if she wasn’t on top of the Himalayas, that didn’t stop the fact that it was absolutely freezing on top. So what was the reason she had gone up here in the first place? Simple. Boredom, and the view. The thing was, she was type of person to always need to have something to do, as long as it didn’t have anything to do with running or any sort of physical strain. That was why lying down in bed all night wasn’t going to be an option, with nothing to do but stare at an obsolete ceiling all night long. And the other was the bigger reason she had come up her. Atop such a high rooftop, the view of Tokyo was almost breathtaking. All the lights that tinkled like the stars in the sky, with moving, quick flashes that were no doubt those contraptions called “cars”. It looked something out of a postcard, and she wouldn’t miss this for the world. She would suffer through the cold if it would be to see something absolutely beautiful like this.

Of course, she’d expected that her trip up here would be a lonesome one. However, Reverie found that impossible, because as soon she’d reverted to the state of relaxation, she hadn’t been able to successfully do that. Instead, she found herself eye-to-eye with what looked to be a human, but yet had an eerie aura about him. Maybe she was just imagining things, but perhaps it was her sense of being attuned to living things and magic that warned her that there was something off about him. What exactly it was, not even her keenest senses could tell her that. She just hoped this wouldn’t turn into a hostile situation; she’d die within less than a second, and that wasn’t exactly in her plans tonight.

Reverie kept on a straight face, hiding and smothering any sort of fear that may be evident. She smiled encouragingly, hoping to keep this as friendly as possible. But, ah, of course he was. What a stupid question to ask; there was nothing else to do up here but watch Tokyo in all its populous glory. She hadn’t known that anyone else enjoyed doing such a thing; most were either too busy on their “cellphones” or practicing magic to give a damn. Maybe, jsut maybe, he wasn’t so bad, after all. But it didn’t hurt to be cautious, of course. In a world full of magic (albeit unknown to mortals), anything was possible. “Oh, I see. Well, that’s what I’m here for, too. I’m Reverie. May I ask what your name is?”

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