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I work best when listening to anime music, and although I have personal preferences and playlists of my own, I'd appreciate if someone donated some time to creating or finding youtube playlists with OSTs, openings, endings, or anything else. If you want to see mine, they can be found
~Chew
* * Cyrus’s POV * *
The final bell rang as a sigh left my mouth. Our Spanish 1 teacher, who seemed to never notice the time on the clock sitting atop the counter, looked at the time and apologized for what has been the 5th time we ran to the bell.
“Lo siento, clase.” She said apologetically, age withering her voice to a scratch. “No homework tonight, just study your words and be ready for our next lesson.”
Every piled out into the hallway, and split either way. Some went down to the gym vending machines to get the good snacks, and others went into the commons to talk. The “commons” was basically this large area in front of the main stairwell that had a clear view of all 3 floors. It was so large that most of the school could fit in it. I myself went straight out to the bus loop, tired as hell and hoping to relax into the leather seats and listen to some Fairy Tail openings or something.
I never got that chance.
“Hi.” A voice came from right next to me. This was Jalen, a long-time friend and a fellow Otaku. He was up-to-par in his height, but skinny in his arms and legs. He wore a blue polo shirt and had a black book bag hanging from one side of his body, and only God knows how he was able to carry that for the past 2 months.
I closed a window beside me, crisp November air trying to breach the warmth of the bus. “Hi.” I responded. “What bring you here? I thought you rode on 5728.”
“I do.” He stated. “I wanted to see what was up with you, Cyrus. You’ve been distant these past few days.”
In truth, I was. I wasn’t getting any sleep, my eyes were hurting every day, and even though I wear glasses and keep up with my health, I feel sick. I only go to school because I have to, nothing more or less.
“Whatever you say. We still have another day before the weekend.”
“True.” Thanksgiving was next week, so we had a 3 day week. I just wanted to rest and prepare for that catastrophe. Teachers cramming all the work you never want to do down your throat until you’re stuck working all break, not even being considerate of your imminent food coma. Last year, we were in middle school. That was the case, at least for us. We’re hoping that our new high school doesn’t treat us like that, or we’ll both burst like balloons.
The bus from the school downtown came, and they began piling onto our busses. “Time for you to go.” I reminded. He turned around, waving as he went off my bus and dashed to his own. Taking the opportunity, I pulled out my phone and went on YouTube, finding my playlist for Naruto openings and cycling through to find something to listen to.
Whenever I have free time, I do something relevant to anime. In many cases, I listen to an opening or ending of an anime I watch. Today was a FT day, but I’m going with Naruto. I didn’t find one I was in the mood for, so I played “Mayonaka no Orchestra” instead. That song was bae.
I tried to relax, but the pain in my eyes was getting to aggressive. I pulled pack on that attempt and sat in silence the entire ride home. We pulled into the parking lot of another school, and everyone dismissed themselves to their homes or to a fight. I didn’t bother with any of that, and walked to my mother’s car, waiting for her to drive me home.
* * *
I woke up for the third time that night. My eyes were getting on my last nerves, and I was debating if I should just gouge them out at this point. Cursing under my breath, I moved to the bathroom again, examining my eyes for what should have been the 100th time since they began hurting. Before I could look under my left eye, my right one began bleeding. I could feel it, iron-infused liquid slowly trailing to my lip.
“Wh… What the hell?” I asked myself. Great, a vessel probably popped and now I’m going to bleed out my eyeball. I closed it, letting myself calm down before re-opening it. That, however, was the worst mistake of my life.
The mirror had set on fire.
I immediately panicked as a small part of the mirror had set ablaze with black flames. I tried to pat them out with a washcloth, but it was to no avail. Intense pain stopped me, and I stood there, both eyes wide opened as the flames slowly circled around the brim of the reflection in my mirror. Nothing registered in my mind for a moment, but it slowly pieced together. My eyes had been hurting for a week, and suddenly black flames that won’t die lash out at the mirror. My eye was bleeding immediately before, and there’s no connection. My mind was puzzled, completely and utterly puzzled, all up until I looked into the mirror.
There, where my iris and pupil would have normally been, was Itachi’s Mangekyo Sharingan.
And then, I blacked out.
* * *
I would have thought I was dead. An Amateratsu flares up in my bathroom, my eyes were in extreme pain, and I passed out from both agony and exhaustion. From my knowledge, I could have sworn that the house would have burned down and everyone in it, including me, would have died. The case changed when I found myself sitting up against a cherry blossom tree, feeling sleep deprived and confused. I looked down, finding restraints on me, and looked up, finding men in grey clothing and white animal masks.
“Anbu…?” I said to myself. Unfortunately, they caught on in an instant, coming ever-so-slightly closer to me.
“How do you know who we are? State your name and business in the Hidden Leaf Village.” One said, holding up a kunai while his friends formed a tiger seal.
I could feel the ropes beginning to constrict slightly, and I let out an aggravated sigh. This is EXACTLY what I need right now, a bunch of guys interrogating me about stuff I don’t even understand. I had to take in a moment to think. Anbu, hand seals, Hidden Leaf… Nothing made sense.
And to confirm my suspicions, I turned my head. Directly to my left was a clear view of Konohagakure. Right then and there, I knew what I needed to do.
“My name is Cyrus, and I need to speak with the Hokage.”
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. That's just one of my old ones, though. I have a few others for various other animes. Anyway, you can find this book on Wattpad to, because that's where I will be revising and editing, as well as posting "Final Drafts" of chapters. This is going to look and feel like crap when the story starts, but I'm never good with introductions. Anyway, if you do enjoy this Prologue, I will revise it for the future AND update it on Wattpad. Hope you all enjoy!~Chew
* * Cyrus’s POV * *
The final bell rang as a sigh left my mouth. Our Spanish 1 teacher, who seemed to never notice the time on the clock sitting atop the counter, looked at the time and apologized for what has been the 5th time we ran to the bell.
“Lo siento, clase.” She said apologetically, age withering her voice to a scratch. “No homework tonight, just study your words and be ready for our next lesson.”
Every piled out into the hallway, and split either way. Some went down to the gym vending machines to get the good snacks, and others went into the commons to talk. The “commons” was basically this large area in front of the main stairwell that had a clear view of all 3 floors. It was so large that most of the school could fit in it. I myself went straight out to the bus loop, tired as hell and hoping to relax into the leather seats and listen to some Fairy Tail openings or something.
I never got that chance.
“Hi.” A voice came from right next to me. This was Jalen, a long-time friend and a fellow Otaku. He was up-to-par in his height, but skinny in his arms and legs. He wore a blue polo shirt and had a black book bag hanging from one side of his body, and only God knows how he was able to carry that for the past 2 months.
I closed a window beside me, crisp November air trying to breach the warmth of the bus. “Hi.” I responded. “What bring you here? I thought you rode on 5728.”
“I do.” He stated. “I wanted to see what was up with you, Cyrus. You’ve been distant these past few days.”
In truth, I was. I wasn’t getting any sleep, my eyes were hurting every day, and even though I wear glasses and keep up with my health, I feel sick. I only go to school because I have to, nothing more or less.
“Whatever you say. We still have another day before the weekend.”
“True.” Thanksgiving was next week, so we had a 3 day week. I just wanted to rest and prepare for that catastrophe. Teachers cramming all the work you never want to do down your throat until you’re stuck working all break, not even being considerate of your imminent food coma. Last year, we were in middle school. That was the case, at least for us. We’re hoping that our new high school doesn’t treat us like that, or we’ll both burst like balloons.
The bus from the school downtown came, and they began piling onto our busses. “Time for you to go.” I reminded. He turned around, waving as he went off my bus and dashed to his own. Taking the opportunity, I pulled out my phone and went on YouTube, finding my playlist for Naruto openings and cycling through to find something to listen to.
Whenever I have free time, I do something relevant to anime. In many cases, I listen to an opening or ending of an anime I watch. Today was a FT day, but I’m going with Naruto. I didn’t find one I was in the mood for, so I played “Mayonaka no Orchestra” instead. That song was bae.
I tried to relax, but the pain in my eyes was getting to aggressive. I pulled pack on that attempt and sat in silence the entire ride home. We pulled into the parking lot of another school, and everyone dismissed themselves to their homes or to a fight. I didn’t bother with any of that, and walked to my mother’s car, waiting for her to drive me home.
* * *
I woke up for the third time that night. My eyes were getting on my last nerves, and I was debating if I should just gouge them out at this point. Cursing under my breath, I moved to the bathroom again, examining my eyes for what should have been the 100th time since they began hurting. Before I could look under my left eye, my right one began bleeding. I could feel it, iron-infused liquid slowly trailing to my lip.
“Wh… What the hell?” I asked myself. Great, a vessel probably popped and now I’m going to bleed out my eyeball. I closed it, letting myself calm down before re-opening it. That, however, was the worst mistake of my life.
The mirror had set on fire.
I immediately panicked as a small part of the mirror had set ablaze with black flames. I tried to pat them out with a washcloth, but it was to no avail. Intense pain stopped me, and I stood there, both eyes wide opened as the flames slowly circled around the brim of the reflection in my mirror. Nothing registered in my mind for a moment, but it slowly pieced together. My eyes had been hurting for a week, and suddenly black flames that won’t die lash out at the mirror. My eye was bleeding immediately before, and there’s no connection. My mind was puzzled, completely and utterly puzzled, all up until I looked into the mirror.
There, where my iris and pupil would have normally been, was Itachi’s Mangekyo Sharingan.
And then, I blacked out.
* * *
I would have thought I was dead. An Amateratsu flares up in my bathroom, my eyes were in extreme pain, and I passed out from both agony and exhaustion. From my knowledge, I could have sworn that the house would have burned down and everyone in it, including me, would have died. The case changed when I found myself sitting up against a cherry blossom tree, feeling sleep deprived and confused. I looked down, finding restraints on me, and looked up, finding men in grey clothing and white animal masks.
“Anbu…?” I said to myself. Unfortunately, they caught on in an instant, coming ever-so-slightly closer to me.
“How do you know who we are? State your name and business in the Hidden Leaf Village.” One said, holding up a kunai while his friends formed a tiger seal.
I could feel the ropes beginning to constrict slightly, and I let out an aggravated sigh. This is EXACTLY what I need right now, a bunch of guys interrogating me about stuff I don’t even understand. I had to take in a moment to think. Anbu, hand seals, Hidden Leaf… Nothing made sense.
And to confirm my suspicions, I turned my head. Directly to my left was a clear view of Konohagakure. Right then and there, I knew what I needed to do.
“My name is Cyrus, and I need to speak with the Hokage.”
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If you did enjoy, please tell me. If you think I need to add more detail, please tell me. Tell me anything. I NEED SOME HELP SENPAI!