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Chapter 1: Prologue

After joining Teikou high school, one of the most prestigious schools in the country, the feeling of isolation and loneliness became even more pronounced.

Kuroko felt the overwhelming feeling of isolation evoked by the suffocatingly ruthless culture of the school. As a person whose personality is practically the manifestation of invisibility and whose presence is so innately quiet and unassuming, the superior attitudes displayed by his classmates on a daily basis cut like blades on his skin.

He had initially hoped that the hateful discrimination and unwelcome attitudes other students displayed would slowly lessen and change once he became more integrated in the school's student body, but he was sorely mistaken. It seems as if the longer he's there the more he finds himself at the receiving end of disparaging words and physical harassment.

Sometimes during his darkest moments, when he finds himself believing in nothing but the cruelty of the world. When he begins to despair of finding any hope or escape from the darkness in his life, the slightly raised edges of his wrist would spark back the dying embers of his hope.

Everyday sitting on the cold floors of his home listening to the sound of flesh hitting flesh, sounds of shattering alcohol glasses upon hard linoleum floors and the sounds of his mother sobbing, his fingers would trace the contours of five barely visible names over and over again until the skin would chafe and sometimes bleed.

Then there were really bad days. Days where he would find no escape from the fists and cutting words of other students only to return to his house to face the drunken rage of his father. Those days were the days where he would cling onto the feel of the names on his wrist and pray with all his might.

Sitting on the cold marble floors of his home, afraid to move because of the licking pain travelling up his body and the bruises he knew were starting to form on his skin, there was nothing holding him back from the razor blades hidden in his school bags or the pills containing lethal dosages stored at the back of his drawer except for the names on his wrist.

The names of his soul bonded. The ones who would understand him irrevocably, and the ones who would complete his soul. They were the feelings he knew he was supposed to have, they were the parts that complemented and completed him and they were the whispers in the corners of his mind in the quiet of the night when the feeling of incompleteness stirred strongest. It was them that he lived for.

Even if he can't read their names on his wrist yet, even if he doesn't even have an inkling about who they are, the phantom feeling of them always hovering there on the edges of his mind was enough for him to hang on to.

He was also aware that the soul bond does not mean that they will accept him. The soul bond was only there because it was a natural normal biological trait all humans had. It did not mean that they would accept him. In the end, everything came down to choice. He knew that, but foolishly he could not let go of his yearning because in his heart he still held hope that he could find something better. Something more than the life of minimal human rights and the hell of being an Inferior.

The bond was the only reason he's alive today. It had saved him from the despair of his suffering under his father's hands since he was nothing but a toddler and society's blatant disregard towards his suffering. He knew even though they did not accept him, it was enough for him to simply know how they're doing and who they are.

CLASS SYSTEMS:

Inferiors = people who are born with weaker bodies, lower IQs and weaker immune systems. All children are put through tough physical and mental tests that determine their class at the age of three, they are then recognized by the silver wrist bands given to them. They are seen as defects without any rights and are essentially only seen as pieces of property.

Superiors = People who are born with stronger bodies, high IQs and a near perfect immune system. They are the ultimate human machines, they are so high functioning that their physical and mental abilities are nearly superhuman. They can be recognized by the gold bands on their wrists. Although some Superiors are not as smart as others, those that aren't will excel more in the physical department.

BONDS: not everybody has a soul bond. If Superior citizens have a soul bond with Inferiors, they are killed if they refuse to work for the Supreme Council but kept as pawns to do dirty work if they choose to work for the government.