Chapter 1: 1.
Quick info:
"Conversations"
'Thoughts'
[Radio transmission, news, phone calls or signs]
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The streets of the city were lively as always during this time. A lot of people were walking either to their work or to do groceries, some were even jogging wearing business suits, probably late for a meeting.
The noise of the city, cars on the road, people advertising new trends or discounts in their shops and restaurants. Just your ordinary day in the city.
*Ring!*
*Ring!*
"Who the hell is it..." The young man complained at his ringing phone. He put down the bags with the groceries he was carrying and took out his smartphone. There was a picture of a pretty girl with pink hair doing a peace sign.
The man sighed and scratched his head. He answered the call and soon a very familiar to him voice was heard.
"Yes?"
[Hi! Well...umm... how are you doing?] The girl said awkwardly.
"What did you forget again? If you are calling me again to smuggle some fast food to your school I'm hanging up." He said flatly, used to the girl's behavior.
[That's not it! It's Friday and I... kinda...]
The man sighed loudly. "Really? You forgot your tracksuit, right?"
[...maybe... yes, I did...] She admitted quietly.
"Nino, you are 17 and still doing this... Fine, I'll drop it in the usual place near that tree. Just give me a few minutes, I'm coming back from shopping."
[Okaay~ But drop it before 2 p.m. Thanks, bye~]
She said sweetly and hang up.
The man checked the time on his phone. It was 10:30, plenty of time. He took his bags and continued walking towards his apartment.
On his way, something caught his attention. On his left was a TV store with six TVs on the display behind the clear glass.
He could even see his reflection, the image of a young man of slender build with white hair that fall over his left side of face, covering one of dark eyes. As for clothing, he had a black suit with matching pants and a white shirt adorned by a black tie. What stood out though, was a black clinic mas covering his lower face. In his opinion, he looked like an average man of his age, which was 25.
But it wasn't the reflection that made him stop and start looking at the display. It was the news broadcasting on all six TVs. He even recognized the stunning reporter, Yui Nakamura, a star of the local TV.
[...another incident of aggressive behavior has been reported. This time it took place in bus number XXX when one of the passengers started displaying strange behavior. Another of the passengers as well as the camera inside the bus recorded the whole situation.]
Then the screen split in two, on the left side was a video recorded by the passenger, on the right by the bus' camera.
It was nighttime. The bus pulled at the side of the road as the driver was at the back holding in place the head of the middle-aged man who collapsed and started convulsing uncontrollably. Around twenty people were on the bus, mostly men.
Seeing this the man in a black suit shook his head. 'Yeah, just stand there and record everything instead of calling for an ambulance...'
A moment later his eyes widen. The man who was shaking like a fish moment before suddenly stopped moving at all. The scared driver wanted to check if the man was breathing and put his arm close to the man's mouth.
[AAAAAARGH!] The driver screamed suddenly in pain. His white shirt was stained by the red blood coming from the missing part of his hand.
In a split of a second, the once unconscious man bit out a piece of the driver's hand. Then he lunged at the injured driver but the man in his panic kicked the crazy man on the head, knocking him a few feet back.
Only then do the rest seem to realize what happened as the three other men pinned down the aggressor to the ground.
[...The police haven't yet announced an official statement but there is a possibility that the aggressor could be another victim of the overdose of the new, unknown drug whose side effects are displayed by aggressive and almost beastly behavior...]
Clicking his tongue man continued going back to his home. 'Damn... I can't understand how can someone do it to yourself.' He thought about the man who could have taken drugs.
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After a few minutes' walk, he arrived at the reception of the very elegant building, and equally expensive. There were 40 floors and on each were only 5 rooms except the last floor which acted as a single apartment.
"Good morning, Mr. Hatake." The man was greeted by the receptionist.
"Hi, Homura. Your shift already?" Inquired white-haired man.
The receptionist's name was Homura Akado. He was the same age as Hatake, a few centimeters shorter with a similar build. His eyes were light brown just like his hair. The distinct feature was a small scar cutting through his left eyebrow.
"As it looks like. Oh, now that I see you, there is a package for you." The receptionist said and grabbed a small box, not bigger than the clenched fist.
Hatake raised his eyebrow. "You sure it's for me and not for Miss Nakano?"
"I'm. I had to sign a confirmation from the delivery man and there was your name, Kakashi Hatake." Homura responded at held out the package to Kakashi.
Kakasgi sighed and with his chin pointed at the front pocket of his jacket. "Can you put it here? My hands are kinda full."
Homura sighed, "You can just put the bags on the ground and take it..."
"Thanks. By the way, you saw the news? Another drug-addict incident." Kakashi asked his friend slowly walking towards the elevator.
"Yeah," Nodded the receptionist. "I'm telling you, this ain't a drug or whatsoever. Probably some deadly virus escaped and started turning everyone into zombies..."
Kakashi stopped in his track and looked at Homura seriously. The man behind the counter had the same expression.
"You..." Kakashi frowned, "You again played 'Not So Dead V', right?"
"Yes, I did," Homura responded instantly still looking at his friend.
Kakashi couldn't take it anymore and laughed briefly at their conversation, walking inside the open elevator. Homura cracked a smile and also chuckled.
"Wanna grab some beer after 7? The usual spot." Kakashi asked.
"Sure, but will young lady let you out?" He teased the black-haired man.
"*Sigh* Quit with the jokes already." Shaking his head Kakashi pressed the last button.
"Sometimes I envy you, living with a pretty girl in a pretty apartment. I wish to switch places with you" Complained Akado.
"Hah!" Snorted Kakashi. "Trust me, you don't." He said before the door closed and the elevator started going up.
Once inside "his" apartment, Kakashu took care of the groceries and brewed a coffee. While waiting for his drink, he decided to go and grab the tracksuit for the certain airheaded girl. And as he thought, the tracksuit lay quietly inside the bag next to the long couch.
"Sometimes I wonder, is she doing this on purpose?" He checked inside the bag to be sure everything is inside to avoid going back and forth.
"Agh!"
Suddenly his head started aching, so much that he grounded out. It felt as if someone was piercing through his skull, with a very dull drill. He sat on the couch, in case he could faint or fall to the ground.
"Gagh!!!"
The pain intensified, but now his vision started going blurry. The ringing sound assaulted his ears. At that moment he was worried and scared. He didn't know what was going on.
'I'm dying?!' He thought in pain.
Once again the volume of the pain and ringing sound increased, now to the point, Kakashi started screaming as if he was burned alive. But he couldn't even hear his own voice, the noise was overwhelming.
'What is going on?!!!'
That was the last thought he remember before darkness consumed his view. The pain was so intense that he fainted on the couch he was sitting at.
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3 hours later.
Kakashi groggily opened his eyes and sit up. He looked around, but thankfully he recognized the place. He was at the very same place where he fainted.
"What the fuck was that..." His dry voice reached his ears. His headache passed away, but when he reached his ear, he made an ugly expression.
He could feel something under his fingertip. He scratched it and bring it to his face. It was dried up blood.
For a moment he was worried that his eardrums must have popped up but after saying random things aloud in different volumes he was confident that his hearing was as sharp as ever.
"Was some shithead experimenting with his speakers or something..." He just couldn't explain what happened to him, but he doubted what he said. Their apartment was soundproof, no sound could come out or in unless you opened the window or the door.
He sighed and told himself to go to the hospital, just to be sure everything is okay. After a few deep breathes he stood up and walked to the kitchen, to grab his cold coffee, but as he passed by the windows from the corner of his eye he caught something unbelievable.
On the street below him, hundreds of people were in chaos. Everything as far as he could see was in chaos. He saw multiple cars crash into each other or run over the people, some even crashed into the buildings!
"What is going on?!"
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