Hikari&Kiro's Writing Thread

[Noel]

Welcome to Kiro and Hikari's writing thread! You made it here, you're still alive, good job.
Anyways, we'll be posting all our writing here, with varying updates. Most work is done by Hikari, but usually when we're online it's Kiro.
So, Table of Contents:

First Post: This. What else?
Second Post: Sin Plague (barely started)
Third Post: DNA; The Winged, The Demons, and The Human's Demise (prologue and a short chapter one done)
More to come, in a day or two.

[Noel]

This is a little story I thought up during History class one day. Its going to be a collection of little mini-stories, showing the important parts of the plot. The beginning will be a bit slow, bare with me.

All you really need to know to start is that the seven sins -Envy, Wrath, Greed, Sloth, Gluttony, Lust, and Pride- are literally spreading as a disease, infecting everyone. It is not possible to be diseased with more than one though, although it never goes away. The world is torn apart as the sins war, the few unaffected left trying desperately to remain as such and destroy the plague.

Review and critiques will be hugely appreciated!

Plot by Hikari, 85% of writing is done by Hikari, proof-reading is by Kiro.

Part One(Incomplete)
By The Pond
As a girl convinces herself she is superior

His name is Kiro, and it always has been. He hates it, remembering it only as the name they called him back at that place. Rieceri always wonders why he didn’t just simply change it like she had. ‘Lauca’ was her old life as one of those idiots. Now she was Rie, and refuses to be called anything different.

“You coming or not?” That boy’s voice snaps her out of her little daydream, and with a smirk, she stands, stretching as she pulls herself off the wet rocks she had been sitting on for quite awhile. Kiro had already stripped down to his shorts and one of his older tee shirts, standing in the water and shivering. Fall was coming, as slowly everything froze. Pretty soon they wouldn’t be able to use the lakes to bathe anymore without getting sick. Taking advantage of one of the few times they had left, Rie jumps off the rock and into the water next to him, gluing her clothes to her skin and splashing the other boy simultaneously. While she laughs, his eyebrows drawn together, instantly shoving her off her feet, making her head dip below the freezing surface of the water.

“You little…!” She yells, forcing her way back to her feet on the slippery bottom of their little lake, casting him a glare of ‘you’ll pay for that.’ But she knows it’s his infection that causes his reactions, and that she is above reacting to that.

Even then, on his bare left shoulder, she can see it. That twisted, dark red mark, like curling ivy blemishes his skin. The mark of the disease that has his mind, his being, and nearly killed both of them. Wrath, the sin he was cursed to be infected by, despite what everyone says about having to have ‘fallen’ to be infected. Kiro can’t fight against it, it envelopes his mind, helpless to its whims. He fights, he kills, and with only a happy smile. But their motives ware for the best, they do not deserve a death at the hands of those who consider him a threat, Rie is sure of it. Her? She can see her mark two, a twisted yellow black on her right leg, but she has done nothing. Of course not, she is above everyone else, they just aren’t very good at seeing it. But with Kiro and their little ragtag group, it doesn’t matter if someone opposes her, that person will die either way.

It has been twelve months since Kiro were banished from that place, Rie running after him. Just because they were infected… they hadn’t changed! They were the same! They could still fight! Those people were inferior for thinking they couldn’t, Rie was, of course, unable to understand how they could be so idiotic.

[Noel]

DNA; The Winged, The Demons, The Humans' Demise

Prologue covers it all pretty well.
(Plot by Hikari, writing evenly split, editing by both)

Prologue- Sudden Mutations, and The Hellhole

Dear Diary,
Today Mom took brother away. Dad was with her. They say its because he’s winged. That doesn’t mean anything! Its not like it’s the winged people’s fault they can fly! And the demons can’t control their aura! It doesn’t matter… it shouldn’t matter…
I Hate Them All
-Loire Hikechou

It hurts! It really hurts! Stop it! STOP IT! A young little boy, hardly five, thrashed and screamed, crying out in pain, begging for it to stop, that he wouldn’t do it again. Around him stood three grown men, encased in military uniforms, smirking at the withering body. The little brat had asked to go home; completely unaware that he was the lowest of the low, a winged, born against the will of humanity, he even had the devil’s bright red hair and wings. A month previously, the sickened parents had brought the little horror, and without even asking for his name, he was whisked away. Forced to stand in front of those he didn’t know, big men he was afraid of. He was examined, injected, tested, and beaten. The verdict had come through; he was healthy and a fine weapon. The boy heard this from the floor; over the past hour he had lost the strength to stand. He felt an iron grip force him to his feet, the small arm painfully twisted behind him. A large needle pierced through the skin, implanting a small, metal chip. Now that chip was being used to shock him, painfully and mercilessly, over and over. They were laughing at his screams, mocking him; they were the essence of human filth.

The winged had been born suddenly, without warning. Humanity was shocked, normal little children with wings perfectly capable of flight. An eight year old winged had the face of one who was four. They aged at half the rate of the normal, dying with the appearance of forty-five year olds. The government had given the order quickly;

“Enslave them.” Soldiers marched up and down the streets, tearing wide-eyed babies out of the arms of weeping mothers. They were perfect weapons; a country with many had a huge military advantage. But then the first rebellion had occurred, a large group escaped. More followed, and slowly the colony grew. Soon they were saving young winged before they were taken, launching attacks to harm humans. With time there was a country of non-humans, and all of the population could fly freely.

As if this wasn’t a great enough shame to the humanities hierarchy, another DNA defying race was born. The demons, or so they were called, appeared in a startling wave. A toddler of that race could throw a full-grown adult across the room, and they only strengthened with age. During the mid-teenage years, their bodies stopped growing, never becoming old. They died of old age, yes, but looking like fifteen year olds. The highest members of society decided on a different solution then that used with the winged.
Annihilate.

Her name was Erico. But it didn’t matter now; all the others who knew it were dead. She sat in the middle of the ruins of what was her hiding place. Its charred, blackened remains have no affect on her. Black hair whips around her head in the wind, shielding a void, pained, and hopeless face. She hates humans, but she knows there are too many of them to ever be defeated. Erico knew that another situation had to be reached. However, she noticed with a glace at approaching cars, it was time to run again. With a sigh she pulls herself to her feet and vanishes into the night.

But once again the humans failed. The demons were too strong, and they fought bitterly. However, they were hopelessly outnumbered. The expressionless group, humanoid without emotion, whose very presence was terrifying and depressing, ran. Little to no demons were captive, either free or six feet under.

Humans grew to hate the two opposing races, winged were devils, and the demons were self-explanatory. School kids were taught the inhumanity of the evolution-cheaters. The winged attacked, but on a very low scale, and the demons hid. The army still had captive winged, torturing them, forcing them to their will.

This was only the beginning. Humans obeyed a tyrant who never showed his face, believing his words of destruction. The demons let lose their final strike, no one knows how they did it, blowing a quarter of the country to shreds, and the last of them disappeared into the shadows. The winged still suffered, recklessly charging to fight, in their very DNA was the urge to fight and kill. Nevertheless they were terribly outnumbered, the demons refused to help, and nothing could be done.

But now new problems brew, a whole nothing chapter of history just was waiting to happen. The young tortured boy, who in a moment of agony named himself Adell, is now fifteen. He has escaped, he lives in the winged country, serving their army, preparing for the day he can have the human’s heads. The forgotten Erico had managed to escape as well; she looks fourteen, while in truth she’s even older. She now trains, prepares, and serves in the demon’s land. This is not their story, its not a foolish heroes-of-light tale, many more would be involved in history’s destruction, but it begins with them.


Chapter One- It Begins

“Solider Adell!” He felt himself stiffen as his name was announced. Adell stood among nine, each hoping desperately either to be called or not to be. In the next room over sat Commander Leicia, known for assigning the tasks with the highest chance of fatality. Adell stood silently and stepped forward and through the door. Upon stepping in he jumped: the commander looked no older than eight. While that did mean she was roughly sixteen, their minds maintained the maturity appropriate to how they looked. Once, a solider who was thirty-eight slapped a little child’s hand away when she asked for the candy bar that solider was eating. Adell himself looked and acted fifteen, but in truth he was roughly thirty-one.

“Surprised?” Leicia asked with a hard smile, apparently used to such behavior. Adell nodded, not bothering to deny the accusation, she was completely correct. But that smile faded quickly as she turned to more important matters. She reached down beneath her desk, pulling out a long list of paper, on which was a list of names written with a date.

“This” she said gesturing to the paper, “is accounts of humans rallying for war, and this…” at this she pulled out a second sheet “is unconfirmed sightings of demons in the human country.”

Adell felt his hand turn to a fist, pondering the development. If the humans actually were intending to go to war, chances were it was not another human country that was their target. While the demon sightings were unlikely true, any demon interference with the humans that wasn’t war was undoubtedly bad for the winged. The demons hadn’t left their country for years, and hadn’t interfered with anything involving the other two races in any way. The winged could far from easily go to the human world, not for actually getting there, they simply didn’t look very human. The wingeds’ hair and eye color was wild, much more often green than brown. They were also taller, easily infuriated, very light, and wings don’t just fold up onto ones back. Wings have to be huge to be able to lift a person, in their case fifteen or sixteen feet across. When folded up, it gave them the appearance of wearing small refrigerators on their backs.

“I want you to go to Aeltia. Yes, the human country.” Aeltia was the largest of the countries, filled with humans and suffering from population overflow. Adell had been there before, that had been were he had was born and tortured until he was twenty. He also knew the day was coming when he would be asked to return; he looked amazingly human. Adell had brown eyes, and thin, smaller wings. He could fly, with a little difficulty, but they were much easier to hide. A somewhat large backpack and he seemed ordinary. His hair, an unnaturally bright red, was easily fixed with dye. Adell had been to the smaller human countries before, and he had only been discovered once.

“When, and where?” He asked quietly, eyes on the floor. Leicia winced, knowing the strong danger of sending him. Years of being trapped in the humans’ military had made him even more aggressive than their race already was. He would fly into a rage from even the simplest of things.

“Five days from now enter through the northern west district. Be back by the end of the month.” Adell nodded, that meant he would be in Aeltia for a week and a half, which was about ten days more than he would have liked. He saluted wordlessly, and exited, pushing past those clamoring outside.

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Rei listened to the sound of the bullet hitting the target, smiling at his latest success. Those around him felt their eyebrows raise in surprise, that boy never seemed to miss. That child fired again, the impact of which forced his body a step back, and his black hair to spray in front of his face. Rei was perhaps the strangest solider the others had ever seen, he was skilled, more so than many of them, they were mainly men of ages twenty to forty, he was a minor, and he harbored a hatred for the winged that was almost unfathomable. When the boy was four, a flying girl, graced with beauty and strength, dropped a bomb on his city. Had little Rei not been far away with relatives, he would have died as well. Every member of his family and all of his friends perished, the entire town went up in flames. All the places he had known became cinders. He began learning to fight barely half a year later. Now he was in the military, awaiting the day in which he could kill that ‘Blue-Wings,’ the girl who destroyed his life. Rei Hire wanted to kill them all, and didn’t intend to let anyone do it for him.

“Hire, Rei!” He was summoned by the captain’s voice, the smile from his success gone. The captain, a bitter man of fifty, never really understood that boy had ended up in his squad, and always wondered how he was still alive after recklessly charging to fight so many times. But he had different things to worry about.

“There have been sightings of demons in the western district. Your age makes you perfect for a little ‘scouting mission.’” Rei grit his teeth together, knowing what he was tasked to do. He was wanted to go and slaughter should he find a demon. He had no issues with that, he hated demons almost as much as the winged, but demons were extraordinarily dangerous. A single one was a great threat to an entire group of soldiers. He had only met a demon once before, with four others, and had a massive scar across his chest to prove it.

“I look forward to it.” Rei said with a grin, he wasn’t lying. It was much better to be anticipating a chance at removing a demon than to be frozen in fear at the same prospect. He stepped away; he would learn when he would be going later, and turned to leave. The captain once again stared in amazement at the boy, still wondering how such a person could have made it this far; for Rei is barely thirteen years old.

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The girl Erico grew with an emotion that does not normally form in demons, a hatred for human’s existence. She had fled to the demon country, where she waited for the human downfall. She had been many times to the human world, she look remarkably human, and was disgusted by their life. They were lead by greed; their decisions were based off emotions, and those who seemed inferior were cast away. The demon race was not emotionless, theirs were simply less protruding, and they did not make decisions off of them. Erico’s dislike was unusual, not unheard of. She was thirty-nine, but she stopped growing at sixteen, and like the winged demons mind remained at the same maturity as they looked. Ice-cream was still like a miracle to her, she was competitive, and if someone tried to get the better of her; well, it was a bad idea. She had just been called to go to the human world, to observe if they were preparing for war, and if she was seen, to cause unrest among the humans with the idea that demons were watching them. It was easy enough to go among them; humans were painfully ignorant. All it took was a hat to cover her horns and it was easy. Demons typically had white or black hair; Erico’s was black, although there were some irregularities. She had none of the demon’s telltale black markings on her face or arms either, and its not as if she had to hide wings. She would leave in one of the following days, it didn’t really matter which. The demons did interfere with humans, but quietly, in the shadows, calmly tripping them up, getting in the way, silently and invisibly leading young demons and even some winged out of the area. They were far to outnumbered to simply wage war; their society was small, hidden in the mountains, with nearly everyone in the military. They monitor the humans, sometimes the winged, although that was a small bit harder; the winged placed their country on the tops of a mountain range. So long as the humans didn’t foolishly attack, all would be well.

[Noel]

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[AquaFrosting334]

umm.. it's hikaru, and kauro!! Not hikari and kiro.. And their from ouran high school host club.

[Noel]

What the heck? It's our names.... I'm Kiro, it's my alias online... and Hikari is a name, and the one my account partner goes by. It's not connected in any way to Ouran high school host club.

[Noel]

Bump~

-Kiro

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