WE ARE NOT SHINING STARS

[ARI ♏]

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[STYLE=font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; width: 338;] [STYLE=font-size: 12px; font-family: courier new; color: #7D7D7D;]the year[/style] [STYLE=padding-left: 25px; color: #828282;]2014. [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 12px; font-family: courier new; color: #7D7D7D;]the location[/style] [STYLE=padding-left: 25px; color: #828282; ]Ouran City, a bustling metropolis located in Japan [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 12px; font-family: courier new; color: #7D7D7D;]the setting[/style] [STYLE=padding-left: 25px; color: #828282;]In this world, superheroes don't just exist behind the cover of a comic book; they're real. But so are the villains. In to the picture comes Ouran City, a giant municipality large enough in size and population to rival New York City. This metropolis has its fair share of heroes and villains, forever battling it out over the heads of the civilians. The police do their best to keep the order, but that's rather hard to do when contending with superpowered forces. Enter a young girl with a deadly vision. Disaster lurks on the horizon. How will the city, heroes, villains, and civilians alike, deal with the coming catastrophe? One thing is for certain; everyone has a secret, and none of these people are shining stars. [/style] [STYLE=font-size: 12px; font-family: courier new; color: #7D7D7D;]notes[/style] [STYLE=padding-left: 25px; color: #828282;]1) Ages of certain characters may vary. THIS IS MY AU, I DO WHAT I WANT. 2) POVs will vary. 3) THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING K. I'm still working on the rest. but yes, it WILL be multi-chaptered. [/style] [/style]

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[ARI ♏]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #5d7d57 8px solid;] █ IT WAS THE SCREAM THAT WOKE HIM UP, a terrified, primitive noise that ripped through the quiet night and echoed through the Nakamura house. Shinkuto didn’t even hesitate. He fumbled with the bed sheets that had become tangled with him during his sleep, before finally ripping them off and feeling for on the bedside table. When his hand finally came in to contact with them, he shoved them on his face so quickly that he nearly poked himself in the eye. Even with his glasses on, he could still barely see anything. One of the cons about sleeping in complete darkness was the fact that if you woke up in the middle of the night and had to go somewhere, you were screwed. His electric clock on his bedside table provided the only source of light in the room, the square red numbers glowing softly in the darkness. The clock read 12:00 AM on the dot Shuffling as fast as he could towards where he knew the door was, he cursed softly upon stubbing his toe against an unknown, if painful, object. However, there was no time to pause; flinging the door open, he hobbled in to the dimly lit hallway, rushing towards the room at the end of the hall where he was dead sure the scream had come from. His little sister’s bedroom. Momoko was fourteen, and although childish, had long since passed the phase of screaming and lashing out during her nightmares. Nonetheless, the scream had been hers. He knew his sister’s voice. Shinkuto had never heard her sound more frightened, and that scared him. Reaching her door, he ignored his deeply ingrained instinct to knock and charged in. Momoko’s room wasn’t as dark as his had been; unlike him, she minded the dark, and insisted on having a tiny nightlight in her room to make her feel more secure during the night. It glowed brightly against the darkness from its position in the corner, bathing the room in a dim glow. Momoko was hidden under the blankets on her bed. Shinkuto guessed that she was hunched over in to a little ball underneath; that would explain the large mound rising from the otherwise flat bedspread. Ignoring the throbbing in his big toe, he approached the side of her bed and lowered himself beside it, accidentally kneeling on a stray stuffed toy. Momo had a weakness for cute things and wasn’t the best at keeping a clean room either, two habits that didn’t go well together at all. As a result, Shinkuto could hardly step in to his sister’s room without accidentally trodding upon some stray stuffed rabbit, flowery pillow, or plush toy. Shinkuto tugged the stuffy out from under his knee and tossed it behind his back, not really caring where it landed. “Momo?” he asked, eyes on the lump that he presumed to be his sister. “Momo? What’s wrong?” now that he was closer, he could see the figure was trembling. A small, cold feeling began to gather in his chest. Reaching forward, he gently peeled the blanket off his sister. Momoko was curled up on her stomach, face buried in her pillow, ivy hair tangled and mussed from a night of tossing and turning. Reaching out once more, Shinkuto placed a hand on her back in a brotherly, comforting gesture. “Momo?” he asked for the third time. It was then he noticed the dark splotches on her pillow. In the faint light, they looked pitch black. Scarcely knowing what he was doing, he felt his hand lift itself, prod at the stains with slightly shaky fingers. They came away damp. On the pillow, the color may have looked black, but on his hand, it was more noticeable, more prominent, more red- He felt small hands grasp at his shirt sleeve, curling around the fabric tightly, clinging to it as if life depended on it. “Shinkuto,” came Momo’s voice, trembling, terrified. He couldn’t remember her ever sounding so scared. For the first time that night, he got a good look at his little sister’s face. Liquid red dripped down from her orbs, running down her cheeks, a gross parody of tears. But the worst part- the worst part- were her actual eyes; normally filled with life, they now stared glassily ahead, blind and unseeing. “Sh-Shinkuto, I can’t- I can’t- I c-can’t see! I can’t see!” her voice grew shriller and shriller with every word, until her voice became full-on wail. Grabbing on blindly to her brother, she threw back her head and wailed. “I CAN’T SEE!” Choking on her own sobs, she clung to him, body quaking with every shaky breath she inhaled. Paralyzed, all Shinkuto could do was stare at the dark stains on the pillow. The clock in his room read 12: 03. [/style]

[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image: url(http://i1101.photobucket.com/albums/g439/dezerare/Other/Shinkuto%20-%20Gumo/th_31.png); border-radius: 5px; border: #5d7d57 solid 10px; margin-top: -10px;] [/style] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image: url(http://i1101.photobucket.com/albums/g439/dezerare/Other/Shinkuto%20-%20Gumo/th_31.png); border-radius: 5px; border: #5d7d57 solid 10px; margin-top: 15px;] [/style][STYLE=width: 120px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 0px 0px 10px 0px; text-align: justify;] █ WARNINGS dark themes. and blood. DON'T WORRY, EVERYTHING IS MUCH LIGHTER AFTER THIS, I PROMISE- █ POV shinkuto █ NOTES I HAVE BEEN WORKING ON THIS SHIT FOREVER K. like, I have a little notebook that I'm scribbling in and everything. I just thought this idea seemed kind of neat lD also, I'm sorry for being silly and overly-dramatic. [/style]

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