Chapter Four- City Smoke

POV- Satori

AN: okay, just to let you all know, this first section is a new characters point of view named Satori. SPOILER: He's joining Ero and Aniro. In the next chapter, there will be more info on Ero's past revealed and that girl that Aniro left at the hospital becomes WAYYYY more important then you thought she was. Peace out!! R.I.P Sean Bell

As I took my slowing steps in the rainwater, the tears from the heavens fell over the gloomy city while I mouthed the words to the song I had now listened to at least a thousand times. The song told the story of my life: problems with the law, an impoverished past, and so much more.

The rain drenched my gray hoodie as I looked upon the world while I walked on the sidewalks. The weather lately had been horrible, almost to drive a nigga crazy. I’ve experienced harsher times than “this”, I thought to myself. My life was full of so much pleasure, yet, the pain I had felt still over weighed it by tons.

The crazy weather that had been reigning over this town for hours seemed to have caused traffic to go to a complete halt. Horns honked loudly as the drivers screamed and cursed at each other.

“Move your ass! I have an appointment….” One screamed.

“Can’t you see I’m stuck dipshit?!” howled another.

I was dying laughing on the inside at the commotion these people were causing. They were simplistically arguing over something that neither could control, which made them weak. And everybody who was anybody, which was very few in this situation, knew that the weak were used by those in high power. That’s the way the world worked unfortunately in my eyes. You could call me a conspiracy theorist.

While walking on the sidewalk, I strolled past a set of TV’s in a store that were tuned in to the local news channel. I paused my music and looked at the TV as the headline caught my eye: Government Jet Plane Crash Happens in Middle of City. The camera then switched to the scene of the crash. A small and dimming fire consumed a small part of the site from an overhead view, with various citizens running and screaming in panic.

“Today in the middle of Jinsing, a federal jet plane crashed into the street.” The TV anchor stood at the scene where the plane landed which was not but a two minutes walk from where I was. No wonder traffics so fucked up. What are the odds…

“Several people were injured” he continued “while three were unfortunately killed.” The reporter went on about how badly traffic was affected because of the catastrophe amongst other things and ended with “Strangely, the pilot has not yet been found by the GPF, Government Police Force.”

As the station turned to a comedy sitcom, I sprinted away towards the area of the crash, with rain puddles pitter-pattering and splashing with the harsh steps of my feet. The closer I got to the site the more the commotion rose. Horns honked and rain dived while the wind screamed and the beginning thunder laughed in the now gray sky.

The plane quickly came into view as I closed in on it. The large black mass was messed up pretty badly: the nose was scrunched up like a slinky, the left win was completely torn off, and the cockpit was in flames. A large crowd of people surrounded the jet, with 5-0 making sure the people never crossed the caution tape, their guns and swords backing them up.

I slid through the immense wall of people and leaped over the car unnoticed, until I stood in front of the plane that stood nearly thirty five feet long. The immense rain still pouring, the fire slowly died out. The mass of people grew, with the smaller the fire got. All the news reporters begged for any information regarding the plane, the mostly on why it crashed, how did it get here, and what was going to happen. The only question tat didn’t seem to get much light was the one I thought of: Where was the pilot?

Not much evidence was visible; it was almost like the pilot simply disappeared after the crash. Little to no blood was in the cockpit, there was no sign of an ejected seat, for it was still in place, and there wasn’t even a blood trail leading to the outside.

I stealthily surveyed the surroundings of the plane. My curiosity hadn’t faltered a bit over the years. All I saw as some tattered up clothing in the midst of the rubble. It wasn’t much but it was something. I looked closer at the clothing and saw that it was a pair of denim jeans with part of the right pant leg caked in a shiny coat of blood. Once I touched the jeans I felt that they were moist so I knew the blood was fresh. I reached for the jeans, looking cautiously for any clues

Suddenly, something caught my eye. A shiny object glinted in a partially torn part of the denims’ pocket. I reached into the pocket swiftly and felt a familiar metallic object. Once I pulled the object out, it turned out to be a silver locket that was about the size of a golf ball. It was in the shape of a triangle, the edges rounded out, with cursive like lines slightly protruding from the silver. In the middle of the front side of the locket was the pair of initials NT and DM. The locket was held by a silver chain, with each link in the shape of a heart.

Blood dripped of the chain as I dug into my pocket an took out a golden locket that looked exactly the same, all except the initials in the middle. Instead of a pair of initials, it was only one set: mine, which was SM. Inside my locket was a picture; I could only wonder what was in his.

Thoughts caused traffic in my mind as I wondered if the owner of this knew who I thought he knew. Could it be?, I thought. Does he know where my sister is? Ultimately, I had decided to open the locket but it turned out to be locked, as was mine. A key was needed to open it. I searched the jean pocket for it, but couldn’t find it.

“Damn it”, I sighed “I’ll just have to find a locksmith to help me out.” I decided to put the locket in my hoodie pocket for safe keeping until I could find a way to unlock it.

I leaped off of the massive mess of rocks and began to walk off into the grey distance, with the rain gradually lightening up. My thumb moved towards the play button on my music player until I heard a halting “Wait!” from a strange voice behind me.

“Put your hands up where I can see them and don’t move.” I slightly tuned my head to see a MGS operative in camouflage attire, his machine gun pointing towards my head as it rested in his left hand, and a sharp sword in his right. Paying no attention to his earlier command, I sardonically replied, “What did I do wrong this time?”

“I saw you steal from the newly found evidence. Now, with your hands up where I can see them, return what you took. Afterwards, you will be arrested.”

I turned my body completely around, and pointed my right hand towards him, with the iron embedded in my palm facing him.

“I said put your hands up, that means both!” he screamed. Still, I ignored him, as I raised my 2nd and 3rd finger on my left hand and slowly slid the fingers across the iron pyramid that stayed carved into my palm, causing a white light to glow luminously stemming from my hand. The MGS trooper stood back in fear as the light grew. Citizens nearby shielded their eyes with their arms while more MGS troopers in their camo outfits came to the site, guns on hand and rain dripping down their helmets.

Suddenly, majestic light slowly faded to the point where people could see again. The watchers stared in awe as the light grew into an outline of a large sword, slightly shorter than I. Then like a bird shedding its feathers, the newly dimmed light broke off in small pieces to reveal an iron forged sword, with the sound of shattering glass filling the air.

I, with style and ease, twirled my sword around in a graceful fashion, as the rain made the display all the more beautiful.

“Which one of you lapdogs wants some?” I said menacingly. There was now a wall of troops in front of me, keeping all civilians behind them. With a sly movement of his hand, the leader of the group motioned for his cohorts to open fire with their machine guns. In a matter of seconds, an eruption of bullets commenced, each one aimed for me.

“Shit…” I whispered as I turned my blade vertically, with the flat side facing the bullets, and sprinted towards the line of army men. I deflected each bullet with my blade swiftly until I was not but a foot in front of the MGS members and at the last minute I disappeared from sight. As the gunfire slowly ceased, the look of confusion was carved onto each and every single troops face until a loud “Look in the sky!” resounded throughout the area. Each guard looked into the air and beheld the sight of me, dozens of feet in the sky, as I twirled my gigantic sword around gracefully.

In midair, I dove down towards the ground and jammed my sword into the ground beneath me. The impact quickly formed a huge sphere of visible wind around me. It was small at first, but then, like a time bomb, the sphere exploded with wind pressure, blowing away all within a decent range of me. Bodies flew and windows shattered as the air forced the troops to fling in all sorts of directions, with the wind being so strong that cuts appeared in MGS troops’ clothing. It was truly a sight to behold.

Gradually, I rose to my feet as lightning cackled in the high clouds above us. I suddenly threw my sword in the air and caught it, with the flat side resting in the palm of right hand. Then, as quickly as it appeared, the sword glowed and disappeared.

Then, without a hint of fear, I dug my music player out of my pocket, and put on my earphones and listened to the song that was my life as I traveled to the next town, wandering as I had been for the past two years, hoping a task of excitement would come my way. Little did I know, that excitement would come in the shape of two teen male ronin. I mouthed the words to my dong as the rain stopped while the sun glowed in a bright hue.

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Ero and Aniro

Ero crept out of the bar, on the lookout for any sign of the girls. They were sneaky as hell. With no sign of any whores around, he stuck his face out of the club, door, as an instant wave of a nasty odor kicked him in the face.

“What in the hell is that smell!?” he screamed out of pure surprise. He walked towards the source of the smell and saw a pile of dead bodies in a nearby alleyway. Instantly, Ero knew it was the same girls he talked to an hour ago.

“Oh well,” he sighed “I guess girls around here are just as dumb as the chicks in the last town.” Ero walked back towards the club entrance in the pouring rain and found Aniro sitting on the curb in front of it in a zombie-like trance.

Ero nudged him as he asked “Sup, hothead. Where ya been?” The boy said nothing. He just sat there letting the rain drops briskly fall on his head.

Taking the next step in getting his attention, reared his right hand back into a fist and punched Aniro in his weak spot, his right shoulder blade. A loud THUMP was all that was heard as the boy sat silently, ignoring all that was going on around him.

“Hmm… if that won’t get you up then I have only one more option.” Ero dug deep into Aniro’s back pocket and pulled out a small photo of a lady smiling with a newborn child in her arms. Her skin was a tan hue, while her long and flowing hair was an angelic brown. Her beautiful features were heavenly.

Ero walked in front of the zombie like kid, and shoved the picture in his face. This was a photo if Aniro’s mother, with him in her arms as a baby. Ero knew that Aniro cared about this picture more than life itself for it was the only thing he could remember her by. Sadly, he didn’t even know her name. All that Aniro knew was that he was hers, and she was his.

Ero, kneeling in front of Aniro, held the picture firmly as he drew his blade. Ero tossed the photo into the dimming sky and as it floated down, he started to thrust his sword into the middle of the plastic film, but in milliseconds he was interrupted by a blood curling scream, with a sword at his neck.

“Never… ever, touch my mother again. Your head’ll be clean off the next time you do.” The formerly dazed boy angrily said.

Even with his head close to being off, Ero stayed calm, almost being careless. Almost.

“Sorry kid, but it’s the only way I could bring you back o reality. You were completely spaced out.”

The picture was the closest thing Aniro had to seeing his mother. If even a speck of dirt got on it, he would spend hours to days trying to get it perfect. He often referred to the picture itself as if it was actually the embodiment of his mother for some strange reason. Maybe it made him feel closer to the real thing, Ero thought.

Aniro eased his grip on his sword until he gradually out the blade back into its resting place. “Sorry” he said. “It’s just that… that girl.”

Raising an eyebrow, Ero couldn’t help but ask “What girl?”

“The girl who took me outside. You probably didn’t notice since you had all those girls around you.”

Ero knew exactly who he was talking about, but didn’t interrupt to let him know as Aniro went on.

“She was so… beautiful.”

A look of doubt flooded Ero’s face. “Come one kid, you always say that to girls you’re trying to sleep with.”

“I know” he said “but it’s for real this time. Ya see… I took her to the hospital cause she fell out and when I looked into her eyes, I swear… just for a minute I saw someone she reminded me of.”

“And who might that be?” Ero said sardonically.

“I… I’m not sure. Her eyes held a flame so similar to someone I’ve seen before. I just can’t put my finger on who, though.”

“Aniro”

“Yes.” The boy said.

“Are you high? Because most girls don’t pass out on the floor after sex.”

“No! I’m not high!” Aniro screamed. “There was this guy too, not much younger than you, who saw her and me. He told me to take her to the hospital. And he said I was ugly.”

“Hmm…” Ero murmured. “Well that proves that you weren’t high cause you damn sure are ugly.”

Aniro bubbled with anger. “Shut up Ero! At least I have a face to look at and don’t hide my face behind some mask like a punk.”

Ero chuckled slyly “It’s true that I hide my face but here’s why I can still make fun of you extreme ugliness.”

“And why is that?”

“Because girls actually want to blow me, while girls like the so called “beautiful” one you just talked about so candidly only did it so she could take your money. Check your pockets.”

Aniro dug deep into the depths of his pants to find ALL of his reward money gone. He looked at the ground sulkingly as he screamed, “I’ll kill that girl if it’s the last thing I do!”

With his arms folded, Ero said “come one, while you were gonna new job came up on the site. It pays 3 million credits- each.”

“Are you serious! What do we hafta do?”

“Nothing serious, just murder the President.”