Following up with my very first story, I should be able to put this prologue on. At least keeps the fans from killing me. This may have a major Naruto element in this, so if you don't know Naruto, then it's best not to read it. Sorry!
I don't own Infinite Stratos!
I didn't know why I was alive.
The world as I knew it was about to end.
Life as it came to be began to freeze inside your bones.
The red… the bright unnatural red… it was blaring as the sounds of screams and psychotic laughter rose in the air.
Bullets speeding through others trying to fight for their survival, ending their lives in an instant with plasma blades.
One sided opposition of mechanical suits destroying the fortress's defenses and the men inside.
This wasn't a battle…
It was a slaughter of innocents.
Sure, the men were killed, but the children? Even the babies?!
This was not moral in anybody's eyes.
It was psychotic.
The people's wails and cries were heard.
Ingested.
Engraved.
Enslaved.
Ingrained.
Infested.
Absolutely drilled.
All of it went into my ears. Ringing… blasting… the cries of agony… it never stops!
Damn… them…
Curse them!
Those damn Infinite Stratos!
Treating us like animals! Killing us like we're slaughter!
ENDING OUR EXISTENCES LIKE THEY'RE FOR NAUGHT!
It was then I saw the futility of those cries in my head. The needed. The bloody injured.
With one ready to end my life. All with a sinister smile on her face.
She's enjoying this…!
That damn girl! She's no human being at all!
No… All I see in front of me is a monster. Aimed to finally finish the male race. All I had was a knife held in front of me, but what's that gonna do? She was in those freakin' Infinite Stratos… those damn abominations! Those things can even defeat nuclear missiles!
What good will a knife do?
At this point, there was nothing else to say. Death was upon me, as countless mere thoughts were rushing into my head, demanding… no, PLEADING to get out of the way. But my legs were frozen in fear. Trembling in the outcome that awaits, as my eyes widened as she pulled the mechanical trigger of her revolver.
Everything began to slow down. The world suddenly became cold almost to the point where I started to see the colours invert. The definite bang bouncing in my head. My eyes widened as I saw the incoming metal shard gunning straight to me. I literally saw the bullet going right towards me in slow motion. My dry throat was frozen like there was a carbon rod there. My eyes tracked the projectile that was about to pierce my heart. But I couldn't do anything. All I can do is shake in fear, unready to go into the afterlife.
Cmon… move…
I was still frozen in fear.
Move! Cmon!
My arms tensed and locked itself in place. The bullet has already halved the distance.
Dammit! Move!
My legs shook as time slowed down even further, allowing me to watch my death at an agonizing pace, with nothing to do about it.
GODDAMMIT, I SAID MOOOVE!
"GYAH!"
That very same force commanded my arms to move. It felt like moving through concrete but it moved nonetheless. The knife that I held in front of me raised and angled just at the right spot at an unbelievable speed. It was just the right about of time that the bullet grazed the knife angling its trajectory upwards. The bullet didn't hit on the boy's heart, but instead grazed through his blue hair and landed over top of him, conveniently on a pipe.
Plink!
GUUUUUSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHH!
Water began to spray everywhere like a torrent from a large fire hose. The force it exuded thankfully had an arc that went over the boy's head and landed on the stunned IS pilot. The water blasted towards the frame of the mech and, since IS isn't capable dealing with water…
"GARBLRBLRBHALRGH!" The female pilot was seen thrashing around in the large jet stream of water that made her IS short-circuit and immobile. The little boy's breathing nearly became ragged as he blocked the projectile that would have ended his life, with his eyes dilating. However, if anybody saw him, they would note his eyes. They weren't amber anymore. They were red, with a tomoe in his eye.
But the boy knew better, that the torrent will not last long. So he began to rush towards the back walls and opened the manhole in the corner, even though it was heavy, the adrenaline kept pumping inside as he knew the water will stop any time now. Even though the IS won't function for some time, the woman inside will deactivate it, leave the cockpit and will probably go hunting for boy like a wolf hunting its prey. As the boy jumped in however, the last thing he saw was the water dying down, with the pilot looking dead at his eyes, her mind filled with absolute rage and humiliation.
.o0o.
HOW DARE HE?! That…. That damn rat!
That damned pesky rat boy! How dare he make a mockery of me?! An elite?! A woman of high society?! And yet… he was able to surprise me by blocking that bullet!
Curse him! He shouldn't have that type of power! He's making me work for the kill! Damn him!
I struggled with the IS mech suit, but the frame wouldn't budge, because it strictly was not an aquatic suit. It could not handle the pressure in the water, but in the air is a different story. So I deactivated my IS, making it disappear into a compact wristband and then I walked over to the corner of the room. There, I saw a manhole, with its lid covering it. Who does this little boy take me for? We're the most powerful species and gender on the planet! Plus these punks need to be exterminated! Tabane Shinonono will see us to it.
You see, while we were in a patriarchal society, there was women's rights and feminist laws out there, which produced equality. That's what most people wanted and that's how peace was laid on the world. However, with the invention with the IS, a industrial super-weapon capable of taking out nukes, we became more superior due to females only being capable of being the sacred users of IS. And that's how the world came to be. We were the ones wearing the pants in this world. We were the ones who maintained the peace in this world, not those wretched men. They were the bottom feeders, who couldn't get up from their own scum from the streets. We were the ones who have risen, while they were the ones sucking our heels. The world as we know it has become a matriarchal society and women now ruled the world.
But suddenly those… perverted animals began to spread a disease. One woman came to the hospital, contracting something that made her sick to the bone. It literally degraded her, but thankfully it was cured. Those damn men! I knew they had something to do with it! There were approximately 500 women who caught the disease, but while 499 survived and was cured, one died.
And that was when the camel's straw broke.
It was them! I know it! Don't try to deny it! Those animals have no place in our world! Our perfect world! OUR WORLD OF PEACE AND ONLY WOMEN! They tried to kill us with their own existence! I say fuck all of them! To high hell I should say! No recompense nor forgiveness!
Once I opened the sewer lid, armed with only a revolver and my skin-tight IS suit, I jumped downwards into the dark sewer. It looked quite musty, a perfect place for a rat like that boy to hide in. However, he can't hide forever. The floor had footprints that were fresh, wet and tiny, which will lead straight to the little boy who ruined my IS!
"Oh little boy~, where are you~~?" I sang in a creepy, angry voice. He was making me go crazy. I want to kill this little bastard real nice and slow. Maybe shoot through his eye first.
As I crept along the turns and twists of this sewer, the footprints never stopped to fade. Lucky day for me. That is, until I reached a dead end, with the footprints ending there. There was a brick wall in front of me, with a small hole on the side wall and a pipe on the side of the wall.
"Well well, I'm guessing this is as far as he could run… But you can't hide forever~." I said out loud, hoping to unnerve the boy a little more as I cocked my revolver, ready to fire. I know he's here, since my brain is telling me that he's trying to hide rather than run, like the rat he is. And knowing rats…
HE'S RIGHT BELOW ME!
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
What? I looked again and now with more light and focus, I noticed that he wasn't there. There was only a steel grate that looked rusted and bricks that were in a thin arc.
It was then I heard a pebble fall on the ground, and I shivered. I immediately turned to the alcove and-!
STAB!
.o0o.
DIE
The boy leaped off of the alcove, knife in his hands in a reverse grip, and dove towards the woman. She was turning her head, her eyes wide with surprise and horror as the red-eyed boy landed the knife straight through the center of her chest.
SQUELCH
DIE
"UWAAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!" The monster lady cried in pain as she clutched her chest, now bleeding profusely. Her body contracted, shaking from the shock she just received as she fell down, with the boy with the tomoe around his eyes on top of him
DIE
The boy refused to bat an eye as the woman was struggling to move. She tried to raise her arms towards the boy's neck in order to choke him, but the boy has killed before. He won't stop. He WILL not stop!
SQUELCH
DIE
"WAGAGGUH… GRAGHUHGERGAAUHGH….!"
Not for his friends, for they are all gone and lifeless.
SQUELCH
DIE!
Not for the Lord up in heaven, who has casted his horrible sin and punishment upon all men.
SQUELCH
DIE! DIE!
Not even for the parents who left him alone in this cold heartless world nor the sister who abandoned him for greater things and purposes.
SQUELCH
DIEDIEDIE!
No. He will destroy them. He will kill them all! They have created a monster, and that boy…
DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
…is he.
SQUELCH!
In the end of his absolute rage, he saw the bloody carcass that laid visible in front of him. What looked like a high-class woman warrior has become a bloody mess. Deep down inside the boy, he did not feel a single ounce of regret with what he saw. Their hearts were much uglier and blacker than the foul smell or the wretched corpse in front of him. They were the monsters to him. They were the evil beings in this world. And like every story out there, the evil must be eradicated from this world.
Blood stains adorned his clothing and face as he looked into his reflection. His eyes saw every single detail about his appearance. It couldn't leave his mind. It was a curse to have eyes such as these. Remembering every single detail, like the bloody carcass, the screams from above… It served as a reminder.
A reminder of who this world is dealing with.
His name… is Ichika Orimura, the Uchiha.
.o0o.
A year later, the world truly was in complete shambles and at a loss at what to do. Specifically the higher-ups. As they witnessed the bloodbath with guiltless steeled eyes, test results came in showing the data tests for the sickness that arose. What they found was something that horrified them.
It was as the saying goes:
Men believe what they see and women believe what they hear. That's why men lie and women wear make-up.
All this time, the women believed that the disease (primate zoonotic disease was the name) actually originated from men, but rather it wasn't true. It came from an experimental breakout in a primate test subject facility. Thankfully, the disease has been neutralized mostly, however the repercussions from that very disease was probably one of mankind's stupidest mistakes.
It took the female leaders of the world a minute to process what they just read. And then, all hell broke loose in the government.
Everybody started to blame one another, leaders and dictators grieving over the loss of their own actions. The soldiers and the users of ALL IS were shocked from the turn of events. At first some didn't believe it, which lead to more attempted massacres. However, women and IS soldiers all over the globe apologized, cried and begged to their deepest cores of their hearts. The thing about that was…
…no one can forgive what they have done. It was depressing to every women out there, seeing all the men they knew migrate or kill themselves. From a proud six billion men, they were all slaughtered to the near last man, all down to the pitiful 2.1 million, with 50,000 of them suiciding after what has happened or the aneurysms they suffered from the world's most stupidest mistake.
While men were usually the skeptics on what they believe was true, the women in this world would have jumped to the bandwagon once they heard the "bogus" reasoning. It was the reason on why men handled the military and women handled the economics.
Because if the women handled the military, the world will tip, and nukes will fly, and the death toll will rise astronomically. No one can repay the men on what they were subjugated to.
Even if they managed to slaughter the women five times the amount.
Today, which was six and a half years after the dubbed Purge of Society, men live in absolute seclusion, with nobody knowing where they live. The female government heads tried to search for them, but to no avail. The human race, now with the two genders separate, now ran a risk of population decline. It truly was a horrible sight to see, and the looks on the women were just priceless when men refused to have sex with them. Even with the metaphorical gun pointing at their heads, they knew if they shot it, they would have doomed the race to even exist.
The world has changed. The buildings have changed. However, many of the women did not. Some became really miserable and indulged in whatever the world offered them. Others would focus on the task at hand, isolating them from the rest. A few even continued their search and research on locating the men. Just so they would finally be satisfied.
It just proves that even with all the outside appearances changing and growing…
…the heart stays the same. Blackened with what looks like greed and piety.
One of them laughing, tormenting the other, who was meek and crying… and angered.
And they do say, when you cornered an animal, they would do everything to stop and kill you, having nothing to lose, but your dignity.
There was a boy who had that very heart. He had pride… and a whole lot of hatred.
A single boy who was left behind by the male populace… but quickly grew up and learned to defend himself from oncoming threats.
It was soon learned that this very boy can pilot an IS, and has a personal one built-in. Where? No one cared. The women were amazed, hopeful, and most of all overjoyed, that they can perhaps finally be able to connect back to the male roots and finally rebuild the bridges and bonds once lost. Sadly, it was the opposite.
This boy wanted nothing to do with the world. So they tried to persuade him by bringing presents and women to court him. Obviously he reacted to those gifts by blood and charred corpses.
Their blood.
So naturally, they tried to do it through the only way they knew how.
It only served to prove the point the boy's existence had.
.o0o.
'Hmph… only monsters use lethal force to get what they want.' The dulled aquamarine-haired boy brooded as he sat in the train. He wasn't fazed by the other views of girls who were curious or love-struck by the cold (or cool) demeanor he had. All he ever wanted was to get off the damn train.
The grizzled boy looked outside, in the peaceful sun shining down on the metropolis that was IS Academy, an all-girl academy that was made for girls who had capabilities of an IS. It was around well over 1,000 female students who attend there. Certainly if it was any other male who lived before, it would be a paradise. Not for this teenage boy.
It was a nightmare come true.
As the monorail stopped itself, the female students left, leaving the boy to be the last one out. With the monorail roaring behind to go to its next destination, the boy looked up to see the white buildings with other multi-coloured ones out in the distance. It looked like he was taken to the front of the main one however.
As the boy walked, armed with only a duffle bag, he knew that he was the center of attention. He heard whispers left and right, front and back on his identity and his appearance.
"Wait, is that a male?"
"Yeah, what is he doing here?"
"Look! He has the same uniform as us!"
"Oh my! He looks so dreamy and cool!"
"Yeah! We should go talk to him!"
"So what is he doing here? He can't be joining us, can he?"
"He can't use an IS though…"
"Is he an engineer? He doesn't look like one."
The whispers that he was getting did not affect him on the outside. However, his hand clenched around the handle of his duffle bag and his black pupil eyes twitched a little from the judgments that the whispers. Even though he has dulled himself from whispers, he can never block it out. He can never get used to it. It was like every day he was outside to civilization, usually at school, the streets or assassinations. People would look at him and whisper, like he was a danger. Some even approached him and tried to belittle and bully him. However, they learned the hard way that he wasn't someone to be trifled with.
As he opened the doors and approached the desk, it suddenly became quiet. Some of the students that hung around in the front door looked at him in silence, either by surprise or awe. However, the boy could care less about them, because in front of him was the one person whom he did not want to face.
"Wow… you truly look different. Maybe even changed."
His focused target looked ahead to see a women with amber eyes. She had a business suit, with a black skirt around her waist. Black stockings adorned her legs and footwear. Her jet black hair is in the style of a long pony tail, reaching down to her lower back. It didn't make her any less intimidating to the other students. However, the boy was unaffected.
"So you're here. I assume you wish to skip the introduction, Ichika." The woman, in a tone of authority. It had a hint of care and gentleness and… guilt and pity? The boy, Ichika Orimura, shook his head internally and continued his glare towards the woman.
"…" People thought that he was being disrespectful to someone such as a famous warrior lady like Chifuyu Orimura, the retired White Knight and one of the strongest instructors of the IS academy. Disrespect to her can only mean certain death. However, instead of anger, Chifuyu only adopted a guilty look towards her brother in blood.
"Sigh… Silent treatment, eh? Not even a hug?" Even now she continues to belittle him. "Well I guess my presence only aggravates you further." She said, wincing a little at his intensified glare.
'Preaching the choir about that one.'
"…" Ichika gripped his fist as he stared at the blasted woman. Aggravate? More like it makes him absolutely livid. Just looking at her… Just THINKING about her is making his vision turn redder and his blood boil. However, he couldn't risk his emotions coming out. It would only paint a brighter target behind his back. After all, the woman in front of him did participate in The Purge of Society, and that he was abandoned by her. His sister. One of the objects of his undying hatred.
"Anyway, we should make this quick. I'll give you the rundown, Ichika." The black-haired woman began tiredly, already dreading the headache it was causing. Her brother was a sole victim of the purge, and it sickened her greatly. However, she, unlike other women, did not dwell in the past and chose to accept and rectify.
"…" More silence was present as the glare was still having its intensity. It didn't stave off the shudder she had, but Chifuyu went on anyway. She began to walk down the hallways, looking a little emptier than usual, as Ichika followed her, albeit reluctantly.
"The first condition I have for you is that you don't harm any other students." Chifuyu stated, which alarmed the onyx-eyed boy.
"…!"
At this point, the boy was snarling, which made the business woman widen her eyes. It could be only her, but she swore she saw a flash of red in his pupils, almost out for blood. He really wanted to hurt someone now. If he wasn't able to hurt anybody, what would happen if he tried to defend himself? There were many cases in which he was blamed for starting or instigating a fight, which in truth was actually in self-defence against the incriminators who started it. If he was not allowed to harm other students who would harass him, what then? Just take it like a man? A punching bag?
"I assume that you are not particularly fond of that rule. I can understand, since it was coming from you, but please-."
"…What if it was self-defense?"
Again, Chifuyu was surprised by the actual vocal question the broken man in front of him asked. His voice was deeper and gruffer. More than she has anticipated. Not only that, but she didn't hear any form of malice or hatred. It was just a simple question
"I'll know if it is. If not, then we'll hear your side of the story. We believe in equal gender rights after all, Ichika." Chifuyu reassured the person in front of her, but then stopped.
She just discovered the irony of the sentence she just said.
"…" Ichika can only shake his head in disappointment as he continued walking the now desolate halls. Chifuyu had all the right to be embarrassed.
"I-I didn't mean-."
"Only proving the point…"
'Hypocritical whore.'
"R-Right. You know what? Forget it. Just don't hurt anybody that doesn't deserve it." Chifuyu can only say in a flustered manner. She then regained her professional look. "The second condition is that you will not be allowed to leave Japan. You're free to roam around the city, but you must have permission first."
"…" No answer. It was if Ichika was blatantly ignoring her. But Chifuyu knew better, since he had more of a thoughtful glance. She figured he agreed to it and moved on.
"The last condition is that you do not do anything immoral to the students especially your roommate. I know that you have been a victim to-."
"I'd sooner mutilate her and their instigators than do any of that sort, Chifuyu."
His straight-up answer turned the female's blood cold. Never has she seen a threat said just like that.
"Ichika, they-!"
"Mark my words."
Again, another straight answer was said. A full minute of silence blanketed the area along with a whole lot of tension. Chifuyu was still as a brick, knowing that she stepped on a landmine, while Ichika's diamond-hard gaze was upon her. His eyebrows furrowed more than usual, and his stance is completely menacing. She should have known that Ichika has a hatred to women and the ruling class in general, but to this extent…
She has greatly underestimated the damage her gender has caused… so much that Ichika would literally follow up with that threat.
"Your luggage, belongings and uniform will be upstairs in your dorm. Your weekly allowance of 50,000 yen, along with your manuals, textbooks and your roommate will be there as well. Follow me, I'll take you there."
Chifuyu picked up the pace as she walked through the halls. Ichika kept up without trouble, his emotionless eyes. Soon they arrived that their destination. It was like a hallway in a four-star hotel, with a green rug and fancy doors with apartment numbers on them embroidered in a silver plague. They stopped in front of a door that had the number 1064, and she turned around.
"Here are your keys. I expect you to be at class 1-1 at 10 am. Got it?" She said, hoping he doesn't go stir crazy anymore, but instead, he just took the keys. No answer was given after that. As soon as she walks away, she turns with a sad look on her face.
"I'm sorry Ichika… for leaving you." Her amber eyes met black cold eyes as both of them gazed at each other. An uncomfortable silence reigned yet again, as Ichika looked at her with untrusting eyes. It made her wince, knowing that the opposite of love isn't hatred.
It is indifference.
"…" Only silence came from Ichika as just shook his head and scoffed. Chifuyu took that as a sign that said: 'out of my face'. So she turned around and walked back with vigour, not showing the tear that left her eye. If she had stayed longer, she would have saw his eyes change shape, morphing into a red pupil, with three tomoes in his eyes.
The Sharingan, the Copy Wheel Eye.
He turned away, deactivating his eyes and slid the key card in the slot, awaiting what untold darkness lurked for him in the shadows.
This is my new story, known as the Curse of Hatred. It's clear that the "White Expressions" story that is somewhere in this archive (go find it, it's pretty short, but it's pretty interesting). Since it has been left in the gutter, I propose that this will be called the White Expressions Challenge! Basically the setting of that story, in your words and your eyes! I know that this could be considered stealing, but he has not answered anybody (not even PMs), so I took it into my own hands.
Keep in mind that this will be updated SPARINGLY! Let me tell you something: Stories like these often tend to stop after midway or even at the very beginning. People might think it's because of laziness, but it's actually because of the psyche. Reading more and more darker stories can seriously give you a bad vibe in the world, and can affect judgement and updates for other stories! So this will be updated sparingly so that my mind doesn't get affected as much as it can get. But if you guys like this story, then I don't see a reason not to stop it (unless I broke my arm or break my hard ware).
Now this will be a strong, ruthless Ichika and there will be no pairings (maybe i dunno not sure yet). Like... INCREDIBLY strong! Plus he has come prepared with his own IS to wreck shit up and take revengence. Plus, the Sharingan is an idea I came up with on my own. If you don't like the added Naruto element (and it's the only one), don't read it, but I always thought of it as a major destroyer. I mean, just take a look at how powerful Madara's Perfect Susanoo is.
So I hope you can understand my reluctance! Plus, I'm still working on The Failures' Journey, the PokemonxNaruto crossover! As always, follow the three Rs!
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