Yo, I’m starting my third fic on fictionpress, and I hope this fic is enjoyable. I thought up the idea for this fic when I thought about luck and just what made the good and the bad luck. I hope you like it!

Quick note: The website in this story does not exist, so don’t type it into your URL. If it is a real website, it was pure coincidence.

Misfortune dot com

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The void: The field of emptiness, the undisputed essence of infinity. An endless black space that could fit everything in the universe within its hollow plane, yet only one thing occupied part of the dark spectrum.

In the dark emptiness of the void sat a glowing blue elliptical capsule. It resonated in the dark space like a lone star in the night sky.

Inside the small chamber stood a 18 year old girl of unparalleled beauty: She had flowing dark hair, beckoning blue eyes, the softest skin, and the fairest complexion. Her limbs were proportional, and she looked very fragile, as if one fall could break her into pieces. She was a beautiful creature inside an eerily beautiful chamber. Anyone could gaze on her and find that they would be unwilling to pull away from her. They would find that her appearance would fill their hearts with content.

However, there could be no such happiness in the dark void.

The girl was crying. She was crying because she continuously endured pain. Pain was her constant, her guarantee throughout her entire existence. She shared her pain with no one, because no one has ever been inside the void.

Bright, white lines danced around her body like small, wisps of smoke. Dark lines attacked her body relentlessly as she tried to squirm away, although it was all in futile inevitability: She felt pain this way, and she knew that no one could stop it.

She felt more pain from the fact that she was effectively alone. No one could take pity on her. No one could shed compassion for her. No one even knew she existed:

Because there was no one to share it with inside the void.

An old woman walked up to the blue capsule, seemingly appearing from nowhere.

She said soothingly to the wretched girl “Patience child, for my plan is nearly complete. Soon, all the power of the world will be mine!”

The girl who was still incased within the aqua prison continued to cry silently. She cared not for this woman because she relished in her pain. For 13 years, she was the meaning, the incarnation of loneliness. For those 13 years, pain controlled her life. She wished that the pain would stop. Every nerve in her body wanted it to stop.

She wanted to die.

In Tokyo Japan, in a small apartment building,

Usagi Dakaru awoke suddenly from his sleep. He looked out the window of his humble apartment.

“Meh, it’s still night. I’ve got to get back to sleep.” he muttered, looking at his clock. It read 1:00 A.M.

Outside, yellow neon lights filled the street which gave way to colorful bright buildings that seemed to resonate through the night. Noises of radios and dance clubs could be heard through Usagi’s window.

Usagi wasn’t satisfied with this at the moment. Slamming his pillow over his ears, he said “Man, just my luck I had to live right next to a chain of raves.”

As he lay there under the pillow, he couldn’t help but think: “What was that dream I had? It was like, someone was calling out to me.” He had remembered the dream only vaguely: It was like he was floating underneath the water, and a voice beckoned him to help. He then tried to swim, and then he heard a gentile voice. It sounded like, she was crying.

He pondered this, and went back to sleep, his head still buried underneath his pillow.

The next morning,

Usagi awoke with a sigh. He sat up, and turned to ponder some more. He was in his white T-shirt and jeans that he wore yesterday. He let his legs rest on the rough carpet, and he stared into the mirror on the opposite wall where his desk was.

Usagi is 19 years old, and he now attends the local Yoshito University. His black, short hair was disheveled, and his brown eyes had dark circles underneath from countless sleepless nights trying to do his school work.

Usagi’s name means, literally ‘rabbit’. His parents gave him that name as a sign of luck and good fortune.

However, Usagi was far from lucky: In his life, he lost his father in a car accident shortly after his birth. He accidentally set fire to his own bed when he was three. At age six, he met his first best friend: a pretty five year old girl named Kayta Sashiaka. Only two months after their meeting, she mysteriously disappeared. She was supposedly murdered, but they never found the body. At age thirteen, he almost got hit by a car. At age sixteen, he DID hit someone with a car. At age seventeen, his poor mother had to send him away into Tokyo to live on his own because she couldn’t support him. She gave him all the money she had left, about 3000 yen, and died shortly after, penniless.

In short, Usagi figured he was a curse to his family, and everyone he got into contact with.

Today, he is pushed around by the jocks and the higher classes of the school. He had virtually no friends, and no support. He figured that if he could get a decent job, he could live through the rest of his life.

He walked to one of the only friends he had: his computer. It kept him occupied as he went to random web sites all the time. He had no T.V., or radio. All he had (and all he could afford) for his enjoyment was his 456 PXL modem.

He pulled out a small disc, and said “Well, my report’s finally done. I just hope Mr. Naraki will accept it.”

Putting the disc into his book bag, he walked out to his car: An old Honda he had ever since he could drive that hardly served him well. He almost got into several accidents with it, and claimed the destruction of several street signs.

He started the car, and drove onto the bustling street. He checked the clock: 9:30 P.M.

“Oh damn, class starts in ten minutes! Ok, don’t panic, I still have some time left.” he thought franticly.

One car was ahead of him when they stopped at a red light that had just changed from yellow.

“Damn! Not now! Come on! This happens every day!”

However, everyone knows that no amount of screaming, yelling, or complaining will make the timer on the stoplight go any faster.

After what seemed like an eternity, the light finally switched to green.

Usagi sighed, and started to press his foot on the gas, when he saw that the car in front of him wasn’t moving.

“What the,” wondered Usagi as he tried to look through the window of the car in front: It was a business man who was holding a certain object to his ear: a cell phone.

“Yo! Move it!” yelled Usagi as he slammed his palm on the horn.

Rather than move, the man simply flipped him the dirty bird, and went right back to talking on the cell phone.

Usagi, now irritated, started to repeatedly honk the horn. “GO ALREADY!”

Finally, the businessman put away the cell phone, and drove through.

Usagi started to go, however the light was already yellow, and went to red just as he approached the stop line.

Cursing, he muttered “Great, NOW I’m definitely going to be late.”

When he finally got to school, he locked his car, and raced towards the giant red building. He ran down the black and white checkered halls, and came to a stop in front of his locker.

“Well, at least everyone is already in class so I can’t crash into anyone along the way.” he muttered.

“Don’t think that you’re alone, Usagi.” said a laughing voice.

Trembling, Usagi looked to his left, and stared right into the eyes of Suko Kendo, the local bully, and his three friends, all of them 6 feet four, and all of them towering over Usagi. Suko usually harassed people who didn’t like him or didn’t care. Captain of the football team, he needed a lot of exercise to stay in shape, usually by pounding choice targets into a pulp. Usagi was his favorite target thus far, and Usagi didn’t mind if he was replaced.

The only thing that Usagi was thankful about was the fact that they never punched or kicked him in the face, but only because it would leave lasting marks.

“Lucky for you Usagi, we have a study hall this period. And what better way to spend it than on you?” snickered Suko.

Usagi then trembled “You don’t have anything else better to do?”

“’Fraid not. It was either this or homework.” replied Suko as he craked his knuckles.

Usagi prepared for the worst. He was slammed into his locker, punched in the gut, and thrown towards the water fountain. His right knee smashed into the wall, and his bag flailed onto the fountain.

Suko and his friends walked over to Usagi, and Suko reached for the lever on the fountain.

Usagi pleaded “Please Suko, don’t do that! I’m about to get a passing grade in Mr Naraki’s class!”

Suko sighed, and said “You know, I don’t think Mr. Naraki wants to see your dirty work. You should be thanking me for trying to clean it up!”

And laughing with mischievous merit, he pressed the lever down with all of his strength. The water gushed out, and made an arc that seemed to travel in slow motion, and splashed all over Usagi’s bag.

Then Suko gave Usagi one more kick to the stomach, and then he and his friends laughed about it as they turned the corner.

Usagi clutched his aching chest, and pulled himself up. He then grabbed his dripping wet bag out of the fountain, and shook his head saying “Why is it always me? I didn’t do anything wrong.”

Dragging his bag behind him, he stopped right in front of the doorway to Mr. Naraki’s classroom, but not because he was reluctant to go inside (or maybe it was.): it was because Mr. Naraki stood at the doorway.

Mr. Naraki was an old, stern looking man whose shriveled face looked like it had sucked on lemons for too long. The head science professor, his dislike for unnecessary shenanigans is only matched by his extreme dislike of people who don’t work, namely his class.

Unluckily for Usagi, Mr. Naraki was in a particularly bad mood today, as he said with a hint of distaste “Mr. Dakaru, I see you’ve finally conjured up the nerve to join us in class.”

Usagi nodded, and said “I’m terribly sorry Mr. Naraki, but I ran into some trouble along the way, and-

“There will be no stalling with your excuses.” he interrupted, showing no signs of mercy. “Pity: it seems to be the only thing you can do well. I trust you have your report, as it was due at the beginning of class, and not ten minutes into it?”

Usagi opened his damp bag, and pulled out the disc, now wet from the earlier meeting with Suko. Usagi smiled very nervously at a seething Naraki.

He spat “Just because the report was on underwater creatures doesn’t mean you have to try and make up some kind of performance presentation. I’m tired of this Usagi. Do you know that you’re failing this class? Do you even care?”

Usagi then said “I can get it into class tomorrow; it’s saved on my computer-

Once again, Mr. Naraki interrupted harshly, saying “Don’t you give me any of that crap you slacker: I already hear enough of it before class, and now you’re trying to fit that same kind of malarkey during class time. This grade will be cut by 50, if you can hand it into me without any further delays tomorrow. Now take your seat.”

Usagi silently went to his seat, and his dripping bag earned him laughs from half the class. Frustrated, he slammed his bag down next to his seat, and sat cursing under his breath.

After school,

Usagi, still grumbling about Mr. Naraki, tried to pack his books from his locker into his bag. “Man, I can’t believe this. He assigned another report to us due next week! Man, why can’t he just give us a break?”

Just then, all of the books that he kept on the top shelf of the locker fell out and clobbered him several times on the head.

Recollecting his books and ignoring the laughter, he grumbled “Damn, that’s the third time this month!”

As he was reaching for his battered history book, another hand reached down to pick it up. Usagi looked up at the stranger: A thin boy about his age stood with blue eyes behind glasses and short gold cropped hair. He smiled, and asked “Need any help with that?”

Usagi sighed. “Definitely: Man, it happens to me all the time.”

After handing over the book, the boy bowed, and said “So sorry, my name is Tenji Murisaka. I’m the exchange student from Okinawa.”

“I’m Usagi Dakaru.”

Tenji laughed at the irony of his name, and said “So, have you always lived like this? I heard you’re also bullied, and you get into a lot of car accidents.”

Usagi began to protest: “Well, I don’t get into a LOT of car accidents,” but he conceded: “but my whole life has been utterly miserable.”

Tenji then got out a slip of paper, wrote something on it with a black pen, and handed it to Usagi. “Then take this. It helped me out very much.”

He then walked away, leaving Usagi to look at the piece of paper.

It had but one thing on it: misfortune dot com

“A website? How can this help?” wondered Usagi.

When Usagi came back home from work (an uneventful fast food restaurant), he threw his work apron onto a chair, and plopped down on his bed.

He turned to the object next to him on the bedside table: it was a white rose, withered with age under a glass case. It was very special to him because the rose was given to him by Kayta when they first met in kindergarten. He remembered it all too clearly:

He was all alone at recess. All of the other kids wouldn’t take a second look at him. He was in his own little world. He didn’t disturb them, they didn’t disturb him.

He was making circles in the dirt with his finger: his only source of amusement.

All of the other teachers complained about this. If he was to be shunned from the other children, what’s stopping society from ignoring his pitiful existence?

He cried silent tears. They fell into the dirt, just outside of the circle he was making.

Then, a small voice: “Hello.”

He looked up: a small girl with long dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a face that matched her petit body stood in front of him in a pink shirt and a white skirt, holding a white rose to her chest.

He replied “Hi.”

Smiling, she said “My name is Kayta. I hope we can be friends.”

And she handed him the rose.

For that moment, Usagi felt truly happy. He caressed the rose, beholding it as the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, second only to the giver of the present.

Imagine his devastation then when only two months later, she disappeared from his class, never to be seen again. He looked everywhere. He even caught pneumonia trying to find her in the city. When his mother brought him home to rest in bed and watch the news, the report came on:

“Our top story for tonight: A little girl about 5 years of age was reported kidnapped. Experts say that the crime was committed at an unknown time somewhere between 4:00 AM yesterday, to 6:00 AM today. The little girl: Kayta Sashiaka has completely vanished without a trace. Unfortunately, her parents were out on a ski trip, and what disturbing news will be waiting for them when they come back home. Our next story,”

Usagi then thought “Everywhere I go, I get hurt. People die, or turn up missing. Why me? Why is it always me?”

He then took the crumpled paper out of his pocket, and gazed at it.

Finally he decided “Meh, What do I have to lose?”

He turned on his computer. He signed on, and clicked on the icon that would get him to the internet.

When the homepage appeared, he clicked on the URL box, and cleared it.

Then, he started typing.

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Then he stopped. “Wait,” he thought, “should I really trust this site? It could be dangerous.”

Then he thought about the drive to the school and the idiotic driver in front of him.

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He thought about Suko and his cronies, beating him up, and shoving him into the wall.

He thought about his report being destroyed as the bag it was in fell into the water fountain.

He thought about Mr. Naraki, and how he yelled at him for something he wasn’t responsible for.

Finally, he turned to the rose about two meters away, and thought about Kayta’s warm face, and wondered what she would look like if he had that chance to see her today.

It was just his luck she was snatched away from him.

He typed the dot com into the URL.

He pressed the ‘enter’ button, and the downloading began.