Life 0: Heart and Souls

''Angels. Devils. Sacred Gears.''

''Talk about some mythic topics at hand. And the strangest parties not that they're just a bunch of random words I happened to blurt out. Everything turned out to have a larger impact on the world as a whole. ''

''Myth wasn't the right word to use nowadays. Whereas myth used to just mean a story, it is now classified as old religious tales with little connection to facts. So, the real word to use here, is fact.''

''Can't say I was shocked when I found out. What I was more shocked about, was that the girl I was with turned out to know more about this than I ever did.''

Life.0
This happened a lot further in time, so I guess it would be better if I started from a few days before. Sound good? Oh yeah, I can't hear you. Sorry, just ignore that but then.

Introductions; my name is Santouno Zenjirou, or Santōno Zenjirō if you can spell it with matrons. But just a heads up, I don't like being called Zen, or Zenny, and don't push it with Jerry or something weird like that. Zenji, I can live with, but that's as far as I'm pushing it.

Remember that.

I live in Japan, obviously, I mean who doesn't when stuff like this only happens in anime or manga, where better than the founding nation of these stylised drawings.

Rhetorical question aside, I'm in my second year of Middle school, so as you could probably guess, I am thirteen at this moment in time since it was the beginning of the year, starting in September. Until I reach December 21st, in which case I would then be fourteen, but with a lot of the stuff that has been going on, i have been lucky to have made it this far.

I going too far ahead again, my apologies. It was the fourth week in, which translates to the last week of September. Monday morning, and the sun was out, so my day was off to a good start.

I awoke to the sound of my mum knocking on my door.

"M~mm" I moaned. I was never a good morning person, not at 7:00am, and not when it was any season but summer. I sleep late and I wake late, just not when I had to be in school two hours from now.

The door creaked open as she manoeuvred through my room, my bags for school and gym were obstacles, as were the pile of washing I left sitting against my draws. At the base of the window sill was my trainers, and a pile of books that couldn't go anywhere else in my room, so they just stacked up, using the stand where my TV set and video game consoles were, to rest upon.

The curtains drew, and the suns rays struck my shears. I was prepared like every morning, and I covered my face with my quilt to ensure the stinging would not happen again.

From where my window was facing early in the mornings, and where my bed laid, the sun would have glared over my eyes and the morning sleep would have been rudely snapped away.

I heard my mum walk back to the door and kick the stopper under the door before walking downstairs. I stirred as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I slowly pulled myself out of bed and to my feet. I already to,d you I wasn't a morning person, especially on a school day.

I pulled my self up and walked onto the landing at the top of the stairs. I looked at the mirror, which had the best natural light in the whole house and started waking myself up.

I fiddled through my dark brown hair as I tried to flatten its thickness at the back, where the sleep had caused it to stick out in all directions. I pulled open my eyelids and stared at my light amber coloured eyes, and the red lightning bolts that stained my eyeballs whiteness into a scarlet sea around my pupils.

I shook off my face and slapped my cheeks to wake me up. Since I'm all done discribing myself, I have no need to bore you with the rest of my morning. To cut it short; I had breakfast of two pieces of toast with lemon marmalade and a glass of tropical juice. I went back upstairs and brushed my teeth, then spent the remaining hour on my laptop.

I would use up a lot of my time on this laptop, not just for work, but entertainment, research, socialising (which is a loose term for scanning around Facebook and sending "happy birthdays" to anyone on my friends list).

I wouldn't say that I wasn't without friends, but I generally preferred to be alone most of the day. I felt that despite the fact that I have people I hang around, I wouldn't call them friends as such;

While I could hang out with them, I never had that connecting feeling. I was more of a drifter, and that is how it had always been. I had friends in nursery school level, but when I first entered genuine schooling at the age of six, I found myself alone. I tried in the following years and I succeeded to an extent, but then middle school was coming up, and that was that.

There people I knew at the school I now go to, hut I was never really friends with them. The only people I considered my friends all went to different schools, and we talked. To each other for a few months on the first year, but then they just stopped, and I stopped with them.

I was now in my second year, but I was alone like I had always been.

It was 8:00am now, and I really needed to leave. Putting on uniform. The usual black tie, white shirt, blue suit combination. I brushed up my hair, or my mum would go fiddling through it as she would do unless I did it myself.

By the time I arrived, I still had ten minutes before my first lesson of the day.

Crap. I forgot about my town. I never mentioned where I lived or where I go to school.

Backtrack. Rewind.

So, yes, I live in Japan. I won't say where because then you'll just Google Map it and claim it doesn't exist. Well you might not think so, but I live here so there.

The name is Kaijō, or you could write it as Kaijou if you don't know how to add anything to your letters, just a helping hand. It wasn't the biggest place or the most well known, I already said to not bother with Google Maps, and I'm pretty certain that if you are reading this you've heard the big isolation speech before to explain why it doesn't exist, but it does.

Kaijou was granted it's name, which