Chapter Text
There were many things that happened over the recent years - political corruption, climate change, pollution, rising housing and food prices, but the strangest of all was the disappearance of almost all people over nineteen and the appearance of strange, dog-like creatures who hunted the survivors.
At first, it was chaos, young adults roamed the streets like crazy, some in panic, others in joy ready to start some shit. It all seemed like fun and games until a few days later; the power started to disappear, and realization of what was happening started to sink in. Kids and young adults alike started hoarding food, forming groups, and the first conflicts arose.
However, that was not the worst thing that came from it all. Earthquakes started happening, buildings started falling, causing further chaos and the innumerable deaths of kids. After the earthquakes came the appearance of inhumane-looking creatures that attacked anything that moved, causing everyone's free spirit to truly break and go into hiding.
That was the case until some humans found themselves awakening abilities and groups started forming among them, as they had enough power to protect themselves and the people around them. One group under the name ‘Sheep’ established themselves as the leading group of Yokohama and was under the leadership of Chuuya Nakahara.
Tap tap tap
It had just rained a few hours prior and hurried, heavy footsteps were accompanied with a splash of water in the early morning dusk.
They stopped for a second as a boy halted to look out at the intersection between roads, trying to remember the layout of the city that had changed quite significantly over the last three years. He had chosen the left, remembering there was a large bridge with a hidden passage in it, and usually, during this time of year, the river would allow him passage to it.
So he ran, hearing the rumble of the old debris being moved, not allowing the old wines to continue their steady life on them.
The pursuer should catch up with him in 15 seconds and in 34 seconds he would have a clear view of him once again.
So the boy in a brown jacket ran and put the last of his strength into it, knowing that if he was quick enough he would be sure to reach the place before the flying annoyance saw him. The boy in the brown coat would have not had any issue taking that ginger out, but he had no plans getting into local politics and would have rather just found a quiet place with lots of books for himself.
However, that plan was not going to come into existence as it crumbled as quickly as the bridge had. A miscalculation on his part, how odd and unbecoming of him.
“And where do you think you’re going?” a voice behind his back called out. He turned around, the ground slipping beneath his feet and making him fall down. From the ground he looked at the flying figurine, rocks rising up and forming wings of death.
“Clearly away from you and your horrible sense of style accompanied with your Ed Sheeran face,” the boy answered, not a twinge of fear in his voice, just mild boredom.
There were ways to survive in the situation, even if the only way out was to go back to where he came from and take the right to the train station and the sewers, if they still existed. The only problem was the flying boy who was getting more pissed with every passing moment that was accompanied by insults from the brown haired boy.
His eyes drifted to an old stop sign, the ground was slowly cracking at the base of it and then it lifted, metal ripping and forming a spear point. The runner was about to become a shish kebab if he didn’t make a move of his own soon.
“Who the fuck is Ed Sheeran!?” the ginger yells as the stop sign is hurrying towards the brunette, who swiftly dodges, however sacrificing his backpack. He will need to replace it later. Oh well, survival sometimes requires sacrifices.
“Someone who can aim!” the other retorts, already running towards the ginger, rubble controlled by his opponent raining down and leaving a path of heavy intents in the ground behind him.
As soon as he was near the floating threat, the brunette used the momentum, leaned back, and slid below the other, his hair almost touching the tips of the other.
Huh, he seems smaller up close.
A quick thought passed through the runner's head as he didn’t stop, getting away being his main priority. The confusion that the ginger was experiencing was giving him precious seconds to put some distance between them.
Nevertheless gaining a few extra seconds didn’t help as the ground started shaking and judging by the swears that came from the other's mouth it seemed that it was not the doing of the ginger's powers.
“Watch out!” a sonorous yell was heard by the brunette as he saw a building starting to collapse and felt a rock hurtling towards and knocking him out of the way of the plummeting building.
The surprise was clear on the brunette's face as the other did not expect to be saved by a person who was trying to kill him just mere seconds ago. His surprise was short lived as two large figures were burrowing their way out of the collapsed building.
Creatures with uneven, rock-like skin and large upper body mass appeared. Their back legs were long and had adapted to jumping high while the front was adjusted to tearing apart whatever they got their claws on. The only saving grace of the creature was their blunt jaws that made it hard to bite down on anything, giving the prey a twinge of hope to escape.
“Fuck, not them again. Get the fuck out of here, I will deal with you later.” The demeanour of the flying pursuer changed. The thrill of a hunt he had before was changed into a calculated sharp expression, a bit of worry plaguing his face.
“If you insist,” the brunette said, a small smirk on his face as he stood up and dusted himself. He didn’t seem worried nor afraid as he leisurely started walking away, the other throwing rocks onto the creatures and them just ignoring it as if it were just a droplet of water or an annoying fly that got in their way.
One of the creatures jumped, almost reaching the floating boy who evaded the claw that could rip him apart with ease, circling his body vertically and jumping down on the creature vertically. The speed of the fall increased significantly until it collided with the ground, leaving a large crater in it. Although an extreme amount of force was used, the creature stayed in almost the same state, give or take some of the places in its skin looking duller.
The ginger boy jumped out of the creator, only to be attacked by the monster and pinned down on the ground.
“Go to hell!” he yelled as he kicked the creature off him with enough force to force it five meters into the air.
The boy quickly hops to his feet and looks around for sharp metal objects, as a blunt force was no match for the skin of the creatures that appeared this time. Waking to the nearest pole, the boy rips it out from the ground and presses the end into a sharp triangular point.
“Come at me you overgrown dogs,” he says, a wild smile plastering his face as the creatures regroup and prepare for the attack. One circles around while the other charges forward, into the thrown pole, that pierces the creature's head making it collapse. “Eat shit,” he says with satisfaction and turns around to look at the other.
The pole comes back into his hand as he repeats the tactic again, with a slightly lower rate of succession as the pierced creature still twitches, trying to get up and attack. Its efforts quickly stopped as a powerful leg descended onto its head, crushing it with sheer pressure as purple blood splattered all around except directly on him.
As he examines the corpse with great interest, the ginger loses touch with his surroundings and is knocked face down by the first creature.
“Why you…” he groans as he prepared to activate his powers and throw the creature away from him only for the pressure to disappear and crumble into dust as a familiar, half-bandaged face looms over him.
“Your fighting is shit,” it says, disinterest and disappointment stretched out on his face.
“HUH?” the other boy musters, taken aback that someone dared to speak with him in this manner. “What did you say? Do you know who I am?” the ginger asks anger, taking over his voice as boiling water.
“Don’t know and frankly don’t care,” the other said nonchalantly as he looked around for his backpack, only to see the place where it was left covered by rubble. The brunette took a deep breath and sighed over the loss of his precious items. “Was just returning the favour as I do not like being in debt,” he said and was ready to go away.
“My name is Chuuya Nakahara, and I’m the leader of Sheep, you bastard,” Chuuya retorts angrily as he throws a kick towards the brunette, which he lazily avoids.
“Baaa,” the other makes a mocking sheep sound. “That explains why your fighting is shit, you fight like a sheep! No grace, no nothing, only running!” he taunts, eyes glinting in delight as he is knocked to the ground by a powerful kick and pinned to the ground, the foot on his chest making it hard to breathe.
“What’s your name, so I know before I crush and make an example of you,” the ginger says with his confidence growing as he prepares to lift up a rock and shatter the head that’s holding those glinting eyes.
“Osamu Dazai, and you won’t do that,” he states with a confident smirk growing larger on his face.
And he was right, Chuuya could not activate his powers and swiftly kill the boy, so he did the next best thing and kicked Osamu Dazai's head hard, rendering him unconscious.