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[align=center] though the beginning may contain hardly much material that will make it a PG-16, but after the beginning, it will get a bit more graphic. But nonetheless, the first few chapters may be a little bland and not that great, but not all stories just pop up with excitement. So, make sure you enjoy yourselves while reading this.

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[spoiler=Dawn of Hell: The Arising]

[spoiler=Prologue]

As the summer of Tokyo University began to end, a boy was sitting at his house, sleeping in his bed, a girl came in yelling at him with excessive shouting. “Rokujo! Get your ass out of bed, now!” Rokujo looked up, and sighed. “C’mon, do I really have to get out? Its still summer…”

The girl came up, and dragged him out of the futon, and said, “Rokujo, you’re going to fail if you don’t study.” Rokujo once again, sighed, but in defeat. “Fine, I’ll study things that I already know by heart. But yeah, while we’re at it, what’s for lunch Chrome?”

Chrome merely gave him a smirk, and then said, “Lunch already passed.” Rokujo just looked at her. “What!? That means I’m late for my friends!” Rokujo quickly got dressed, without thinking Chrome was in the room still, and said, “I’ll be back before dinner!”

Chrome grabbed the back of Rokujos' shirt, and said, “You’re not going anywhere!”

“Aww. C’mon…”

“No! And don’t think about getting out of it either.”

“But-”

“No buts… No means no.”

“Damn woman.”

“What was that?!”

“Nothing!”

 

Rokujo was then founded at the dinner table, and said, “So… Why can’t I go out again?” Chrome looked at him, and said, “Because. You barely spend time with me at the house, and plus, this place needs cleaning, and your going to help me, whether you’re going to or not."

Rokujo then decided to clean up the house with Chrome, and work hard on doing so. He scrubbed the windows hard, so that there was not a speck of grime on it, dusted every piece of furniture, so that there was not a grain of dust, and vacuumed the place, so that there were no pieces of dirt on the floor.

“There, finally done. Happy now?” Rokujo asked, annoyed and tired.

“Mmm…no.”

“WHAT?!”

“You heard me.”

“C’mon.”

“Don’t “C’mon” me.”

“But-“

“No buts. My word is final. Besides, it’s almost dinner.”

“Damn it… I hate you.”

“I love you too…”

 

“Hey! Rokujo!” A person from a crowd called at the University. The person was fairly muscular, but not ripped. He had messed up apparently. Rokujo looked up, and saw it was Yamamoto. “Oh, hey Yamamoto…” Yamamoto walked up, and asked him, “Dude, why couldn’t you come yesterday, we waited for you forever.” Rokujo sighed, and answered sullenly, “It was Chrome’s fault. She made me clean the damn house, and I did most of the work.” Yamamoto laughed hard, and said, “Well, now I understand, but you can’t let her do all the work now can you?”

Soon, Rokujo and Takashi found themselves inside their classroom, and two people jumped onto Rokujo. One was a slim guy, but had some meat on his bones, and one was a girl, and you can almost tell that she was a tomboy.

“Rokujo, where have you been? Seriously!?” the girl accused greatly, while smirking at Rokujo. “Whoa, careful Kyoko, you know that it’s the damn woman..” Rokujo replied defensively while scooting back from Kyoko.

“Yeah, it’s a long story on where Rokujo has been, okay not really, it was just Chrome. Oh wait, she makes everything long for Rokujo.” Yamamoto laughed, still remembering what Rokujo told him earlier. “Yeah, well you can just shut up!” Rokujo playfully punched Yamamoto.

The slim guy was Akatsuki, which he rarely talked, but there were times where he talked so much that people gathered around. “Rokujo.” Akatsuki requested, while beckoning Rokujo to his location.

Rokujo walked up to him, and Akatsuki questioned, “Your sister Chrome is still with you?” Rokujo sighed. “Yeah, my mom is still not back yet, so I can’t do much with her chewing my ass off.”

“You can always lock her up.” Kyoko replied.

“Tried that, it didn’t work well, even with my help.” Yamamoto quickly broke in. “Yeah, got an injury that lasted for about, a week maybe.” Rokujo reminded.

Suddenly, the professor walked in, and called the students. “Oi, take you seats now, class is about to start.” “But Takashi-sensei, we got at least 5 more minutes…” Kyoko complained. “Well, think of it this way. You get more class time than the rest of the students in the University.” grinned the professor.

 

 

[spoiler=Chapter 1]

When the professor entered the room, a girl entered the room after him. The whole class was silent. Too silent. The girls of the class looked at her with awe, while the guys looked at her in a perverted way. Yamamoto stopped in his track of talk, and whispered, “Who is she?”

The professor made a slight cough, and raised his voice for the whole class to hear him, not like they were talking or anything. “Everybody, this is Atsuko Adachi, she is a student from one of the North Collages. She has come down here due to sickness she has suffered down here, and this is the best place for her to be to regain her former health. Now, please help her with anything she may need or does need might I add, and Rokujo, make sure you don’t screw up when talking to her.”

Rokujo wasn’t paying much attention until the professor made his slight remark towards him. “Sensei, what are you talking about? I never screwed up when talking to anybody?” Yamamoto nudged him, “Dude, he just wanted your attention because you weren’t paying much of it.” Rokujo lowered his head in defeat. “…Damn him.”

Later on in the day, it was around lunch time, and Kyoko decided to introduce herself before the other guys did. She walked up to her, and asked, “Atsuko, great to see you.” Kyoko announced. Atsuko looked around, and smiled. “Hello, Kyoko.”

“Listen Atsuko, something I gotta tell you, the guys here, except for the ones I hang around, are sexual beasts, so it’s better not to stay with them. Also, if you want, I can even show you around the school?” Atsuko nodded, but then saw Rokujo with Yamamoto and Akatsuki. “But, maybe they can show me around also?” Atsuko asked. Kyoko sighed, but accepted, but with a prediction something bad might happen.

Kyoko and Atsuko were walking to the shouting gentlemen over in the corner, who looked up, and saw the new girl and the familiar one. “Oh hey Atsuko and Kyoko.” Yamamoto cheerfully greeted. Yamamoto was a fairly cheerful personality and happy go lucky when you get to know him. Akatsuki just simply nodded. “He’s the very silent type. It’s rare to see him speak.” Kyoko noted. Rokujo stood up, and greeted himself casually. “Hey, names Rokujo. Rokujo Miharu. Before you say anything, I just want to tell you that, I’m the usual carefree doesn’t give a damn what the teachers think kind of guy. But if you need anything, just talk to me. Oh yeah, that Kyoko is a real mean-type, just when you get to know her like us, this attitude is like a happy day for us, paradise even.” Rokujo kidded. Kyoko didn’t take that too kindly, and started hitting him on the arm, but just in a playful type manner.

 

After a few days, Atsuko knew every place of the school, but something was up. She never talked to anyone, and when Rokujo was the only one in the hallway, he saw her behind him. At the end of one day, Rokujo was talking with his friends. “Guys, I think something is up Atsuko, she follows me everywhere. I mean, everywhere.” “Does she follow you in the bathroom?” Yamamoto questioned. Rokujo just answered with a smack on the back side of his head. “I mean, in a weird type of stalker kind of way.” Kyoko answered as well. “Maybe she likes you but is scared to talk to you?”

“Whatever, anyways, I gotta get home, you know that witch is always on my ass when I’m late.” Rokujo added while standing up to leave. “I’ll see you tomorrow guys.” Rokujo left the room before anyone could say anything.

And the way home, Rokujo saw how dark it got, and shouted, “Sh*t!” Rushing home, he noticed to his right that in the ally way stood Atsuko. Immediately, he stopped, and blinked his eyes. Gone. Atsuko was nowhere in sight. “..The hell?” Rokujo then turned back around, and saw Atsuko face to face. Shocked, he stood back, and asked, “What, are you following me?”

Atsuko held up her right hand, and whispered, “To pass this on to you.” On her right hand was some symbol of some kind, an upside down star, possibly a pentagram from what he read in some books. “Okay? So it’s the pentagram. I don’t believe in Satan, sorry.” Rokujo then moved away from her, and started to walk, but Atsuko stopped him, grabbing his right hand. “I’m afraid I can’t let you leave, until I pass this onto you.”

Suddenly, their right hands started to glow dark red, with slight blood dripping from Rokujo’s hand. “The hell is going on!?” Rokujo couldn’t move any part of his body. It’s like he was trapped by this magic. Soon the magic passed, the seal was removed from the hand of Atsuko, and she soon disappeared after Rokujo was staring at his right hand. “I don’t really believe this, but, I do at the same time.”

Rokujo entered his house, ignoring Chrome’s complaining about him being late, he walked towards his room, opening the door, turning on the light, and closing the door silently. Leaning on the door, he thought it was all a lie, but is wasn’t. All he could do was just accept it. He was too tired to get to his bed, so he just slept in front of the door.

 

 

 

[spoiler=Chapter 2]

Waking up to the sound of his alarm clock ringing, Rokujo realized he slept against the door instead of his usual place, in bed. Getting up to turn the alarm clock off, he didn’t hear Chrome shout or anything, which was strange. Once he turned the alarm off, he saw the Seal on his hand, dark red, contrasting to his pale skin.

Silently walking down the stairs, he didn’t hear anything, at all. It was silent, not a trace of breath was heard. Walking into the kitchen, he noticed a sheet of paper on the table. It was chicken scratch, you could barely read it. However, Rokujo has grown to her writing styles. “So, she went to get some food. Good enough. Least she won’t get something like this.”

 

While inside the classroom, literally staring at the ceiling, Rokujo groaned. He was the only one of his friends there. Everyone that he barely or didn’t know was there. He bent his head down, knowing the day wasn’t going to be the same since last night, and knowing that he friends wouldn’t show, unless they were late. It was then that the professor walked through the door, with a face of full concern, and stood next to Rokujo. “Rokujo, the Dean wants to see you. He also wants me to come as well.” Rokujo looked up, and obediently, walked with the professor to the Dean’s office.”

The Dean, who looked up at Rokujo surprised, thinking Rokujo wouldn’t show. “Ah, Rokujo, Professor Takashi as well. Good to see you here. Yes good, very good.” the Dean responded with haste as well as closing the door quite fast. He walked to his desk, and put his face into his hands. “Rokujo, you know that Chrome is at the store, right?” Rokujo nodded.

“Good. Well, there has been a heist at the bank, and she is there, when she was getting money for the groceries. The thing is, she’s a hostage.” the Dean sighed with such disappointment in his tone. Professor Takashi looked to his side, and saw Rokujo’s eyes wide open with anger. He put a hand on his shoulder, and bent closer to whisper, “I know about the seal on your right hand.” Rokujo gasped quietly, and looked slowly at the concerned professor. Takashi left his right sleeve, showing the same mark that was on Rokujo’s hand.

Takashi looked at the Dean, who never noticed what they were doing, as he was too concerned with what was happening. “We’ll be going now.” Takashi took Rokujo out of the room, and led him out of the office. He was taking Rokujo somewhere, but not to class. He took out a cell phone, and called someone. “Yes? Yeah, I’m going home early, I seem to have gotten sick for some reason. Can you send in a sub? Great. See you tomorrow possibly.” He hung up, and opened the doors to the campus, and walked to his car, Rokujo barely keeping up.

“Professor, where are we going?” Takashi didn’t answer. He opened the car doors, saying, “Get in.” Both got in, and the car turned on. The car was turned on reverse, drove out of the parking lot, and was on the street. “Okay, seriously, where are we going!?” Rokujo shouted. Takashi looked at him, and glared at him. “You want to save your only family, right?”

 

The car finally stopped, and they were in front of a bank, with several police cars outside. One of the police officers shouted, “Let the hostages go!” Takashi and Rokujo went around the cops, and through the back entrance of the bank, with of course, cops there as well. Takashi snuck up behind them, and took out them all within seconds, and opened the door, Rokujo following of course.

“Okay, Rokujo, that seal isn’t just for show, it actually has powers of well, not of the humans intelligence will be able to understand. Evermore, you need to know how to use it. It is simple really. All you have to do is put a drop of blood on the seal, and the seal’s powers activate. Note, everyone might have the same seal, but their powers are different. Go on, try it.”

Rokujo looked for a mere second at the seal, and around the room. There was hardly anything to use, maybe some paper clip, a stapler. It hit him. He was going to use the stapler. Quickly grabbing the stapler, he put his finger on one side, and pressed down on his left index finger. He didn’t moan in pain, unlike last time he did when he was a child. He took the staple out quickly, and blood oozed out. He put the bleeding finger over the seal, and tapped the blood onto it, and the seal began to glow.

As the seal began to glow, a dark shadow came from the seal, surrounding his arm, going from the middle finger all the way to the shoulder. “So, um, what does this do for me now?” Rokujo asked with awkwardness with no idea what this new arm does. “I don’t know, but you need a weapon of some kind, you can’t fight those guys alone.” Rokujo looked around, and saw a couple of pens and pencils. “Hey, no harm done, right?” He grabbed the pens, and ran out to the front. Takashi tried to stop him, but failed. “That reckless student of mine.”

Rokujo walked to the front of the bank, where the hostages were taken. Luckily, nobody could see his face because of the distance he was from the hostages. He then shouted to get the robber’s attention. “Hey! Over here!” he then threw a pen, which differed from his normal pen throwing style. It was straight, and fast. And apparently strong as well, as it pierced the forehead of one of the robbers, and fell to the ground.

The other guys shook. “He-he took out the boss, he took out our boss!” one of them cried. Some of them knew that it was pointless to resist, after all, Rokujo did the damage already. So, they threw down the guns, and freed the hostages, and went down to the cops, admitting defeat.

“So, what just happened? It just took one guys, one of which, was the leader by accident?” Rokujo asked with the most confused face ever. Takashi came up behind him, and answered with a hand on the shoulder. “Well, apparently, yes. But on the serious note, we need to get out of here, otherwise we’re the attention.” Takashi took Rokujo by the collar, and dragged him out.

 

Meanwhile, in what appeared to be, the depths of Hell, a young female was walking towards a rather large person, covered in a cloak of some kind, and with horns sticking out from his head. The girl walked up to him, and reported, “My lord, one of the lesser demons that broke out, has been killed by one of our men, who received the seal by accident.” The giant boomed, “Yes. I can see. The one that killed the lesser demon is Rokujo. Am I correct?” The girl then bowed, and said, “Yes, Satan.”

 

 

[spoiler=Chapter 3]

It was the next day, when Chrome didn’t even talk about the heist, at all. It was unusual for her to not talk about anything. He asked Chrome if anything was up, she said nothing was wrong. He of course had his doubts, but sometimes, it was probably those times where you just don’t want to bother her. Rokujo looked up at the clocked, and noticed the time he had left for school, so he got up and left.

When he arrived at school, it was just like yesterday, he was the only one of his friends at school. They weren’t in sight, at all. It was close to class time, and the thing is, Akatsuki and Kyoko weren’t late, ever. Okay, Takashi might be late sometimes, but not all of the time. This was sort of unnatural. Too unnatural. Rokujo looked at his hand where the seal resided, and sighed deeply. This was going to be a long day.

 

After school, Rokujo decided to head somewhere else instead of home. He was thinking of the river where he always used to go to as a child. It was also his, alone time, where he would go to get away from society. Besides, it was pretty close to his house.

As he arrived to the river, he sat on the grass, looking at the streaming water. He found a couple of nearby rocks, grabbing them, and tossing them into the river. As he threw the last rock, he heard a scream which resembled a girl’s voice. He instinctively got up, and went to the source of the scream, and judging by the sound, it was close, real close. He was next to a bridge, and saw a little shed on the other side of the river. He ran up to the bridge, across, and jumped down to the front door of the shed.

He heard a slight laugh, one that was probably psychotic, that of a serial killer. He tore the door down when he kicked it, and saw three guys standing, all with weapons of some kind, and he saw another three, two of where probably knocked out, and the other was conscious, and it was a female. Rokujo turned to the standing men, demanding, “Let, them, go.”

The man in the center, possibly the leader, laughed, and walked up to Rokujo. “So, you’re gonna play the hero who saves his little friends? Well, too bad. You see, we were just having a little fun around here, I mean, it’s boring. Don’t you agree?” The man then took his knee, and shoved it into Rokujo’s gut, coughing up some blood, and knocking him out of the shed.

Wiping the blood off of his face, he remembered that the seal needed blood to activate. He looked at the seal, and took the blood that was on his hand from wiping the bloodied face, and wiping off onto the seal. The seal glowed slightly, and a slight dark showed from his hand, the same one that resembled the one from the robbery yesterday. The sun was close to setting, and the darkness grew a bit more, as well as the shine from the seal intensified.

The man, laughing, walked out of the shed, and asked, “So, you’re one of his men, aren’t you?” Rokujo looked at him with a confused face. “Who?” The man laughed again. “Why, the Satan of course!!” Rokujo just laughed. “Sorry, but I don’t worship him.” He then charged at him and uppercutted the man.

 

Meanwhile, in the layers of hell, the man known as Satan, watched through a portal of some kind, watching what both Rokujo and the man were doing. “I seem to have a keen eye for this Rokujo, but the other one, this one is too strong for Rokujo to handle alone. But, he seems to have a strong will for his loved ones. This should be an entertaining match indeed.”

Back above, when the man was uppercutted, he used the attack, and went on top of the roof, and clenched his left hand, and seemed to rip the skin off of it. It turns out to be just artificial skin, and there resided a seal just like Rokujo’s.

He held up his left hand, and shouted. “I have the seal of him as well! Thus, I have powers given to me from him!” he poured a bit of his blood from his right hand, and onto the seal, which his entire left arm bursted into flames. “Now, let’s get this going.” The man charged at Rokujo with intense speed, punching the face, knocking Rokujo back immensely, practically to the other side of the river.

Rokujo barely hung on, trying to regain himself from the shock of the punch. “Ugh, damn.” Rokujo’s strength left him quickly, and he didn’t want to be in the water to drown. He pulled himself onto land, and laid there, knowing that he would expect another punch. He closed his eyes, and saw an image of the Satan.

“Rokujo, even though you are strong, you are too weak to fight him. I shall take your body momentarily, and speak to the other one myself.” Without warning, Rokujo’s body moved without his will, and eyes opened, but were pure red. “Arata of the Fire, who bears my seal on his left arm. I Satan, demand you two refrain from continuing this fight. Arata, release those who belong to him.”

Arata, who still had the fire burning, extinguished it, and walked inside his shed. He unlocked the chains there were held by, and threw them out. “There. Ryo, Orochi, come.” The other two men were too much in shock to even know what happened. Arata turned to them, and they were so scared that they left the area, running while screaming. “Tch, piss offs.” Arata glared at the unmoving bodies of Rokujo and his friends. “This kid has some guts, but not enough power.” With a kick to Rokujo’s unconscious body, Arata soon left the river when the night sky revealed the moon to the city.

 

 

[spoiler=Chapter 4]

Inside a hospital, laid Rokujo’s body. Unconscious, cords were attached to him. Doctors would come to check up on him to see if everything was going well. And it seems it was.

Rokujo started to move a little, but the nearby doctor didn’t see him. He couldn’t open his eyes, his arms were tied, and the machine next to him started to bleep more rapidly. He realized he was in a hospital. But why was he tied up? Why are these cords inside his body injecting liquids into him?

He opened his eyes more clearly. He saw everything more clear now. He looked at the straps straining him to the bed, and tried to move his arms out of the straps. Even one would be good enough. But no avail came to be. He was completely tied. He struggled. His heart rate increased, and the doctor looked around, and saw him trying to free himself. The heart rate increased more rapidly, and the doctor tried to push him down, taking a needle from a nearby stand.

Rokujo broke free of the straps, and grabbed the arm that held the needle. Rokujo crushed it, hard. Too hard for a human to handle. The doctor screamed in intense cry that brought attention to the room. Rokujo ripped the straps off the rest of the body, while other doctors came in. The main doctor with the broken arm, told the rest to inject enough anesthesia for him to be knocked out. A few of the doctors took them out, but Rokujo threw the nearby equipment at them, knocking them back. One of the nurses was calling someone, while looking at Rokujo.

At that moment, Rokujo opened one of the cabinets, to find his clothes in there, and quickly took the hospital clothes off, and threw the normal clothes onto him. He jumped over a few of the laying bodies of the doctors while trying to escape. The nurse hung up, and ducked for cover.

Meanwhile at a house, Rokujo’s college professor, Takashi, hung up on a cell phone he was carrying in his hand, while standing in the doorway. With a sigh, he walked back out, clenching his right arm. “Rokujo that idiot student of mine, what is he doing!?”

Back at the hospital, Rokujo was running from some security guards, while being halted by a wall. “sheet! A dead end!” He turned around, to see the guards with tazers ready in hand. “This little brat is crazy, ain’t he?” whispered one of the security guards to another. Rokujo was going to run for it. Run as if his life depended on it. Well, it actually did anyway.

Running towards the guards, he jumped over them, kicking one of the back guards, to knock the others behind him. When they were all knocked down, he quickly ran out of the hallway, and into what was the main lobby or some sort. He saw an exit, and quickly broke through it, not even realizing it. When he got to the road, a familiar car he remembers stopped in front of him. The driver opened the passenger door, and shouted, “Get it!”

Obediently, Rokujo dashed into the passenger’s seat, closing the door behind him, the driver stepped on the pedal, speeding out of the hospital. Rokujo sighed, and look to see who the driver was, and it was none other than Takashi. “P-Professor? What are you doing here?”

“Saving your ass. And from now on, don’t call me professor outside of school. Call me Takashi.”

Nodding, Rokujo looked straight forward, wondering where they were off too. Finally, after a few minutes, he asked, “T-Takashi, where are we going?”

“To an empty area that isn’t habited by humans.” Takashi looked at Rokujo with a grim face. “I’m going to train you to use your powers.”

 

 

[spoiler=Chapter 5]

After thirty minutes of driving, the two inside the car finally stopped in the middle of a forest. As Rokujo got out, he asked, “Where are we?” Takashi pointed to his left, and informed him, “We’re here. At your new training grounds.”

Rokujo glared. This was his new training ground? Actually, it was more like his first. He expected more however. Of course, if this was perfect for him, then he might as well make it useable.

“So, Takashi, let me get the right. My training place, is a rundown factory that no one has even heard about?” Takashi smacked Rokujo’s back, and nodded. “Yup. Don’t worry, once inside, you’ll like it. Hell, to be honest, I even trained here.”

After a few minutes of walking, they were at the entrance of the factory. Which a slight push, the door opened widely, letting the sun rays pass through and into the space where Rokujo would train. After they walked inside, Takashi put his hand on a nearby switch on the wall, pushing it up, turning every single light in the factory.

Within seconds, Rokujo thought back. So if this was where he was going to train, how was he going to do it? There was nothing there. He turned back, and saw Takashi looking at some switches. He snapped his fingers, and went to a switch, and shouted. “Let’s see if you can handle yourself!”

After the switch was pulled, a black cloud appeared, taking a resemblance of Rokujo. Rokujo laughed. “Pff, Takashi, don’t you know? It’s really the original that’s better. Always!” Takashi disagreed. “Not true. You see, this one’s a different copy. It is like you, only twice as strong. But take a look at his right hand, there is no mark. So, you have an advantage. However, you will defeat your copy without your powers, and just in case, no weapons either. The match starts… NOW!”

“Wait, wha-“ Just before Rokujo finished, a fist collided into his face so quick and hard that he was knocked back at least ten feat. Getting back up, Rokujo spat at the ground. “So, you like doing some cheap shots huh?” After taking his stance, Rokujo dropped it, and ran straight after his copy. If it was actually a copy, then he would know what he would do normally in a situation like this. He would use the person’s speed, and throw them over himself.

When he was close enough, knowing what his copy would do, he dodged to his left just in time, and beat his own copy at his game. Jumping behind his copy, Rokujo jumped, kicking downwards with his left foot, striking the shoulder, one of his weak points. Of course, this was himself. He knows himself more than anyone knows him.

After the copy fell to the ground, he rolled away, and got up. With a grim look, the clone soon disappeared, and noticed Takashi wasn’t around. Looking right and left, he saw no one in sight. “Where’d he go? That bastard…”

And arm popping up from the ground, like a zombie, grabbed Rokujo’s leg. Without acting, he grabbed the arm, and almost broke it, and pulled on it. Breaking the floor, Takashi jumped out, and kicked Rokujo in the gut, and afterwards the back of the head while Rokujo was bending over from the previous kick.

Upon landing on the floor, Rokujo reacted with haste, moving backwards from Takashi. “So, an ambush huh?” Rokujo held his right arm out, and called to Takashi. “Am I able to use my powers now? Or do I still have to go through physical training without my powers?”

Takashi stepped forward, and shouted. “I don’t give a damn right now. All we need right now is for you to get stronger. Nothing more, nothing less. Got it?” Hold his arm out, cutting it, and letting it ooze onto the seal. With a glow, he started to state, “I control the power of my own blood. I can make into weapons, armors, and other items. Now, are you ready?”

Before Rokujo could cut a bit of his skin, Takashi started to dash at Rokujo. With instinct, Rokujo dodged to a nearby mirror, shattering it. He didn’t believe in luck in the first place, so what was the point. He took a piece, and cut a part of him, letting the blood ooze to his right hand. When the blood touched, the seal shined.

As the darkness grew to his elbow, Rokujo dashed towards Takashi, and vice versa. With fists charging forward, the balled up hands collided with their faces, knocking them backwards. Both Rokujo and Takashi were knocked back towards the walls.

 

Meanwhile, Arata was walking around the town at night, without a care in the world. When he came across a shop, he just stared inside of it. Thinking of what was inside of it, he saw nothing of interest. This happened to him often. When he saw a good shop, he saw nothing of value. When he left the street, he came across a shrine. Without a doubt, he never saw it before, so he went to take a look. Within a few seconds, he laughed, and whispered. “I claim this shrine as my territory.”

 

Back to the fight, Rokujo and Takashi were catching their breath. Takashi stood up, and shouted. “Rokujo, do you now know how to successfully use the power you are given? If so, show me, now!”

Rokujo stood up, and held out his arm. Letting a drop of blood onto it, and it went from dimmed lighting to a solar flare within seconds. When it dimmed down, Rokujo lashed it to his right and the darkness from his arm grew to his shoulder. Takashi threw projectiles at Rokujo, who destroyed them within seconds. Takashi attempted to kick Rokujo, who was again, blocking the path of injury.

Takashi jumped back, and nodded. “Okay. You are now aware of your powers. However, I know only a few of this type. This type of power is only occurred twice a century. So I can rarely know what to teach. It would be better for Satan to help you about this power. But however, it is late, and we should head home.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Davok Newbie

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Eh, it's all right. You could have added some more description and background to it, and it generally seems a bit rushed. The first chapter is more like a prologue, and a short one at that. I also thought it ended quite... abruptly, so to speak. Also, this isn't a fan fic. xD

 

It's pretty good for your first try, though. Try expanding the chapters and oozing in slowly and steady with the introductions of the characters. Take your time and sprinkle a little more description in. End your chapter/prologue gradually and tie up any loose ends to signal the next chapter.

 

Overall, this has some good potential, and I'm looking forward to reading this. Good luck. ;D

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Okay, Prologue it will be called then, but in turn yes, it was partially rushed, because of certain events that were happening at the time. But the whole story meaning doesn't even start there, it's just like a normal school day for them.

Later it will be better however.

Because next chapter, someone new joins the party, but disaster appears as well.

 

But in all, thank you for the support Davok. Speaking of which, the next chapter should appear within tomorrow or later today.

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