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(Japan - Miyuki) = Place and P.O.V

Chapter 1: Brave New World I

(Unknown Location - Unknown P.O.V)

A large downpour fell upon the streets of the silent city as crackling lightning, and booming thunder resounded in the distance. Aside from the random car driving by or the sounds of the thunderstorm there was little activity this late into the night. The rain had flooded the streets and sidewalks; the storm drains barely keeping up with such a massive output of runoff.

Alongside the street was an entryway to a web of narrow alleyways that were nearly pitch black. The corridors were filled with trash and debris, with a flow of rainwater finding its way down the edges to the nearest drain. This alley appeared as an ordinary alleyway that anyone could see in any city across the world. Upon closer inspection, however, the outline of a human body was roughly set against the metal wall could be seen. The person's head was pointed to the ground, their clothes soaked by rainwater, their skin was deathly pale, and a trickle of blood was flowing from their lips.

*COUGH*

"Akh!"

The body seemingly sprung back to life, and the assumed male gasped for air as his body twitched uncontrollably. After a few seconds, he regained control of himself with his breathing normalized and his body calm. He slowly gazed around the alleyway, unable to see far due to the lack of light and his impaired vision. He weakly raised his head as rain pelted his face.

"Where...where am I...?" he spoke in barely audible and scratchy voice with a look of confusion evident on his face. Noting the blood dripping from his mouth, he used his hand he wiped the red fluid from his mouth and held it out in front of him as if he was studying it.

"More... importantly...", he paused momentarily as his brow furrowed, "WHO... who ...am ... I?"

He shivered as the numbness of being at death's door slowly faded away and his senses returning, only to be filled with the coldness of his surroundings. The wind howled as he held his arms close to him as he attempted to fight off the cold.

'I...I need to...to get out of here...' he thought as his instincts set in. He reached up and grabbed the nearest possible thing he could and tried to pull himself up. As if all the energy he had vanished, he collapsed to the ground with a loud thud. Unfazed by the failure, he attempted to do it again, and again, until he managed to heave himself over the lid of a trash can.

'Slow and steady...' he thought as he grasped the lid. He slowly leveraged himself against the wall, using it as a crutch while he tried to move down the alley. His short legs shook as he slowly walked.

"This is gonna take a while..." he groaned as he stumbled into a random alleyway.

(Scene Change - 1 Hour Later)

The boy quickly became lost in the increasingly confusing maze of interconnecting alleys and streets. His body had regained most of its functions, being able to walk independently and being able to see clearer. While trying to find his way to somewhere safe, his mind was plagued by many questions that he could not find said answers. He searched every inch of his mind to find the answers, but to no avail, he came up empty.

'Who am I? Why was I left in the middle of nowhere? Where will I go? Do I have a family?...' the questions just kept coming and coming. Having been distracted by the matters forming in his mind, he didn't notice the apparent changes to the buildings and infrastructure around him. As he walked further and further, the buildings became more and more decrepit and squalid, as shady armed individuals dressed in suits and shabby clothes stared at him with a range of emotions. Some looked on with curiosity, and some gazed with murderous intent while mostly everyone just merely ignored him.

Just as he regained focus and looked up, he saw a group of what looked to be thugs armed with wooden and metal baseball bats standing in front of him. He nearly threw up from the intoxicating stench of alcohol coming from the leader of the group as he walked up to him.

"This ain't *BURP* no place for kids...why don't you hand over everything you got and may'be I'll be nice and let you go..." he said in a drunken voice with a sadistic smirk. The boy just stared at him before sighing loudly. Although he was much younger and smaller compared to the people in front of him, he felt in himself that he could beat them. He couldn't tell why, but he didn't feel fear even in the face of an adversary that outnumbered him 10 to 1. Just an hour ago he was on the brink of death, but now he felt as if he was ready to fight an entire army.

"Piss off," he muttered as he pushed him aside and walked passed him. Having been so easily brushed aside, the man looked at the child with pure rage in his eyes as he raised his bat for a killing strike.

"DON'T IGNORE ME YOU STUPID BRAT!" he yelled as he swung as hard as he could at the kids head. The boy quickly ducked and stepped to the side while the man missed while he lost his balance and fell over. Stunned, he looked at the kid with disbelief as he tried to stand.

"You cocky little shit!" another gangster yelled as he sent a punch at him. The boy dodged the attack and threw his fist straight into his abdomen with full force. The man fell over panting as he had the air knocked out of him. The rest of the gang charged at him at once, wildly swinging their bats with the ferocity of a wild animal. The actions didn't faze him as he smoothly dodged their attacks while sending out devastating counter-attacks. He felt as if he was a natural fighter, but the boy couldn't shake off the feeling that he felt rusty. Was he some type of brawler or bodyguard before today?

Before long all the members of the gang lied groaning on the street while clutching their bodies in pain. He didn't notice the semi-large crowd had slowly formed around the fight.

"Holy Shit..."

"Did you see that?"

"That kid kicked their asses!"

The crowd whispered as they gazed in amazement at the sight before them. The boy looked around and realized that the fight had caused a scene. He held his head down and silently walked away from the area, the crowd parting way to let the kid leave.

He quickly moved away from the area, not wanting to draw anyone's attention to himself. He still needed to sort out everything before he could move forward, and having a target on your back would not be helpful.

(Scene Change)

He wandered further into what he assumed was the slums of the city. The old crumbling buildings were mixed with new redevelopment housing that created a strange look. Homeless people were begging for money, prostitutes arguing with their pimps, gangsters beating the living crap out of some poor random guy and drug dealers selling their wares. It was, at least in his mind, the den of absolute degeneracy.

Strangely no one paid any attention to a child walking around by himself in the most dangerous part of the city. He quickly made his way to a random convenience store and entered. It appeared quite lovely compared to that of its surroundings.

"Welcome! Can I help you with anything today?" the cashier said politely.

"Is there a restroom here?" he asked. The man nodded.

"It's down that aisle on the right," he said while pointing in the direction.

"Thank you." the boy said courteously. The man nodded as he returned to reading his phone. He pushed the door open and entered the room, heavily sighing as he shut the door. He pressed his back against the door and let his body slide to the floor, running his hands through his short wet hair.

'Where do I go from here?' He thought as he contemplated his situation. As things stand, he had no idea about who or what he was. Every time he tried to dig into his mind for any memory, he felt a surge of unbearable pain that threatened to make him pass out.

He considered his options. He could go to the police, but then that could lead to many unknown effects. If he didn't have a family, then he would be put into foster care, or if there were other criminal offenses he could go to juvenile prison or something else might happen. There were so many variables that he felt it would be too risky.

The boy stood up and walked up to the bathroom mirror and gazed over his face. He had azure blue eyes and short jet black hair with a childish look. It felt strange to him. His face and body were that of a 10-year-old, but his mind and fighting skills were more like a calculating mature adult. It didn't make any sense to his already overwhelmed brain.

"First things first...I'm gonna need a name," he said. He dug around his shirt and coat pockets and body to see if he had items that might give a clue to his name or who he was. After fumbling his hand around the pocket, he found a small slip of paper that has been soaked by the rain.

On the sliver of paper, which looked to be some form of basic I.D, was the name Tatsuya printed on it. He didn't seem to find the last name printed, however, along with a lack of other information.

"Tatsuya...that will work," he said while stuffing the slip of paper back into the pocket.

"Excuse me, sir. Are you alright in there?" he heard the concerned voice of the store clerk. He realized that he must have been in the bathroom for a while now.

"Yes, I am fine." he calmly replied while opening the door. He respectfully bowed the clerk and exited the store, not missing the strange look he sent his way. The morning sun began to rise after he exited the store, noticing there were fewer people around than there was before.

Walking down the streets, he couldn't shrug off the feeling that someone was watching him from a distance. Glancing off to the side, he saw a man dressed in a tan trench coat and a black fedora with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Although it could have been just his nerves, he could've sworn that every so often he felt the man taking quick looks in his direction.

'Well, let's see if he is' he thought while taking a sharp right into a nearby alleyway. After a few seconds, as expected, the man also entered the alley. Tatsuya stopped and quickly turned while taking up a fighting stance.

"Who are you? Why have you been following me?" he spoke with an agitated tone. Only to his confusion the man put on a smile and pulled the cigarette out of his mouth. At this distance, he was able to get a better look at the stranger.

The older man had short brown hair mixed with grey, a worn out face with sharp grey eyes that appeared to have seen much. He had the appearance of an average grandfather a person might have. Tatsuya stared at this man with suspicion, however, not trusting his magnetic aura for a second and remained in a defensive position.

"You are a cautious one. This is a good trait to have boy, however, in this case, it is unneeded. I am not here to harm you, I only come to you to give you a one in a lifetime deal" he said, the smile still plastered on his face. Tatsuya merely squinted his eyes, only slightly relaxing his stance but remaining ready to strike if need be.

"What would you possibly want with me? I'm homeless nobody who has no exceptional skills..." Tatsuya said.

The man shook his head in disagreement.

"Really? I saw you beat the living crap out those thugs a few hours ago. The skill you showed in the way you fight, the ability to think quickly on your feet, the ability to adapt, these are all traits that I'm looking for. I am looking for skilled fighters to undertake some jobs for me, and from what I saw you have the promise to be unmatched in hand to hand fighting." he said.

A slightly stunned Tatsuya pondered the idea for a moment. The promise of a job sounded tempting to him. As he had no other plans, and soon he will need to pay for food and other expenses, he saw no alternative other than to accept. On the other hand, however, his gut instinct felt that this might be a trap to kill or use him. He couldn't tell what the man was thinking behind his formidable facade.

"Tell me, what would I receive for my services?" he said. The man grinned in response.

"Straight to business are we? Good. In return for your work, you will be given a place to stay, as I'd assume that you have none judging by you being out so late in the night. Also, you shall receive payment for completing missions, as the riskier jobs pay more than the moderate or easy. Also, you shall receive the training necessary to make you a better fighter. Do you accept?" he asked while holding his hand out.

The boy stared at him for a second before he took his hand and shook it.

"Sounds like a deal."

"Excellent. By the way, my name is Yatsuro Matashi, and yours is...?"

"Tatsuya. I don't have a last name" the man nodded.

"However..." ominously he said as he reached for his pocket with his right arm. Tatsuya tensed up and almost acted on instinct to attack the man but held himself in check. Noticing the boys now tense posture, he kept his left hand in the air as he slowly pulled out a small picture from it. He handed the confused boy the photo before continuing with his explanation.

"Before we can bring you into the fold, we require you to show us that you can be of use," he said while pointing to the photo. The boy looked over the picture of the person. It was a young man, likely in his late thirties to mid-forties that had short cut black hair and charming green jade eyes, dressed in a neat business suit that gave off a charismatic look.

"That man is Jeolong So Na, an executive to a local string of pharmacies and small pharmaceutical research labs. We have been hired to kill him by any means necessary. Your job is to kill him, nothing more or less. The only two restrictions for this job is to make sure that it cannot be linked to the client and that there is little collateral damage done." he said as he reached into his bag and pulled out a piece of wrapped cloth and held it out to the boy.

He grabbed the small package, slightly surprised at the weight, and untied the opening. Inside of the box was a fresh change of plain black clothes, a dual pair of rudimentary combat knives and a black balaclava that only had an opening for the eyes.

"Consider this as a welcoming gift. These tools shall hopefully aid you in this upcoming mission," the old man said while he pulled out his phone. Pressing a button, it displayed a holographic map of the city, aiming in on an unusually large mansion in the luxurious residential district of the upper class.

"This is where the target lives...and it is where you will end his life. Infiltrate the house, determine his location and discretely kill him. Escape the estate undetected and return to this exact location. Do you understand?" Yatsuro said while placing the phone in his pocket. Tatsuya nodded while he held the short blade in his hand, feeling along the grooved plastic surface of the knife grip. The knife seemed to fit quite well in his small hands, seemingly a natural fit.

"Good, you should probably start to head out," he said while turning in the opposite direction, "Good luck".

"Thanks," the boy said, not missing the sinister smirk the man had before he exited the alley. He quickly changed from his old damp clothes to his new dry ones.

'I never knew just a change of clothes could make such a difference...' he thought before he chuckled, "Not that I have many memories".

He stuffed the balaclava and knives into his pocket before exiting the alley.

(Scene Change - 10 Hours later)

Tatsuya stood along a darkened street that bordered the outer edge of the compound. A tall wall surrounded the entire estate with patrols that moved in designated patterns. Two guards dressed in formal business suits armed with batons stood on either side of the gilded gate that opened and closed automatically. He had spent a few hours observing the building, fixating on the central building which he hypothesized was the main house. At random times maids and butlers would be seen walking out of the building, going about their daily tasks.

He noticed behind the house was a well-maintained garden, filled with many types of trees and shrubbery. He concluded that a route through the gardens natural camouflage would be the most effective route. But then was the question was how to move about the house. He would have to figure out on the fly. He made his way to the back of the compound and scaled the wall effortlessly.

Landing silently on the other side, he quickly moved to hide in a nearby bush. A patrol ran quickly down the adjacent path, walking past in a steady march.

He peaked out of the bush to make sure the coast was clear. Tatsuya dashed from bush to the tree, until he made a b-line to the back entrance to the main house. Making sure as not to alert anyone, he created the door open painfully slow to avoid any noise.

The halls were elaborately decorated with paintings and wooden furniture. It was a traditional Japanese home. He moved from object to object, standing completely still when a patrol of 4 walked down the hall.

"Did you hear something?" said one of them as they stopped. He scanned the hall though he didn't see anything out of the usual. He pulled his baton from his side before he carefully moved down the halls.

"If there is anyone in this room, reveal yourself!" he said while the others also upholstered their batons. As they neared the spot Tatsuya was hidden the boy sent a roundhouse kick straight to the man's head, knocking him out and sending him to the ground.

One man reached for his earpiece. Before he could call for backup, he pulled out one of the blades and threw at the man's hand. It easily pierced the glove, the man wailing as he held tried to pull the knife out of his hand.

He sped towards the man and punched him in the face and sent him to the floor. He grabbed the knife from the man's hand just in time to block the swing of the guard's baton. He shoved the man backward as he slashed at his chest, his blood splattering across the wall.

Not wasting time he quickly incapacitated the remaining guards, leaving him alone amongst a pile of bodies. Hearing the rushing sounds of footsteps coming closer and closer, he looked over and saw a large group of guard armed with handguns appear around the corner.

'Shit!'

"Stop right there!" yelled one guard as he aimed his pistol.

He sped down the hall and look a left with the guards in chase. After playing a game of cat and mouse for a while, the pursuit lead him to a hallway with a strang metallic door that appeared out of place.

As the large group of guards came closer, he had no choice but to see where the door lead. He walked up to the door, and it opened automatically. Running inside he quickly pressed his back against the door and waited.

"Where is he!?" yelled one of the guards as they ran down the hall.

"No sign of him!" yelled another.

"Continue looking! He couldn't have gone far..." he said as the squad moved out.

Breathing a sigh of relief, he looked around the spacious room he was in. In the middle was three rows of lockers, along the sides were racks filled with various weapons including swords and multiple types of guns, indicating that this must have been the guard's armory.

"Holy shit" he whispered as he walked up to a particular rack. He picked up a regularly sized pistol and inspected it. The gun felt a little big for his hand but otherwise felt comfortable. He picked up a nearby holster and strapped it to his waist as he holstered the weapon. After picking up a few mags, he walked towards the door and pressed his ear against it. Not hearing any more footsteps he opened the door slightly and peeked out. Not seeing anyone he quietly and slowly made his way the end of the hall.

Spotting a lone sentry standing near the entrance of the hall, he snuck behind him and pulled out his combat knife and pressed it against his throats from behind. He covered he mans mouth so he couldn't call out for help and held him in a bind.

"Tell me, where is your boss?" Tatsuya whispered while uncovering the trembling man's mouth.

"H-He's c-currently i-in his office doing work...it's on the second floor, down the first hall on the right from when you walk up the staircase," he said shakily.

"Thank you," the boy said before taking the blunt end of the blade and knocked him out cold. He began moving around the halls to find his way to the central staircase, which would be in the atrium of the house.

After a few minutes of searching he came across the room he was looking for. It had a grand wooden staircase of a European mansion, with a giant chandelier and fancy red carpeting to give it a regal look. Going up the stairs, he noticed a lack of guard in the general vicinity, not hearing any shouting or movement nearby.

'Where the hell did they go?' he thought while moving up the stairs.

He closed his eyes for a second to concentrate, but then he felt a strange feeling surge through his body. He felt as his brain somehow disconnect from his body, instead of his standard sight he saw a map of the layout of the floor and also showing a solitary humanoid figure within the general vicinity. Blinking in confusion as his eyesight returned to normal, the boy looked around where he stood still now, confirming that in the brief moments he had not moved an inch from where he was. He had no idea what he just did nor how he did it.

Wanting to see if what he saw was merely an illusion, he gripped the pistol as he crouched near the entrance to the hallway that lead to the target's office. To his astonishment, there was standing a guard in a defensive position behind a small barricade. The floor was exactly as his other 'sight' had seen, with almost every detail as exact as he saw. Instead of using the gun, he chose to use his knife for a more stealthy approach instead.

Tatsuya jumped from his hiding spot and lacerated the man's neck. Looking down the hall, he saw no guards in sight. Closing his eyes, he attempted to summon the sight again to see where his target was. Yet sgsin he was taken to a strange dimension that showed the nearby rooms and its contents.

In a room at the end of the hallway had around five signatures, two in front of and another behind a desk while two were standing guard on either side of the door from the inside. He focused on the one that behind the desk, feeling that the figure was somewhat nervous and appeared as if he was yelling at the others.

'Must be him' he thought as crept to the door.

"What the hell do you mean you lost him?!", screamed what he assumed was the man behind the desk.

"I-I don't know sir! The team that encountered him lost him somewhere in the servants quarter, and no one has reported a sighting since" the man nervously. He heard a loud sigh before hearing the creaking of a chair being moved.

"Double your efforts you fools! It's just one person, how can it be that hard?!" the man said in a strained voice. Not wanting to listen to this any longer, he readied himself and unholstered his gun. He kicked opened the door and instantly aimed his pistol to the right and fired. The bullet easily passed straight through the thin wood and killed the guard. Just as quickly he aimed directly left and shot the other guard.

The two men that stood in front of the desk quickly turned around and raised their guns. They were too slow, however, as they were immediately gunned down. The terrified man known as Jeolong So Na, his clothes stained by crimson red with the blood of his guards, now pressed his back against a nearby wall like a petrified statue. Tatsuya fired a single shot at his lower abdomen, the businessman collapsing to the floor in pain as he grasped the bloody wound.

He held his other hand in the air, " P-Please, hold on... I'll pay double of whoever paid you to kill me...Just don't -" he was cut off when he fired the last round into his head. His body twitched slightly before it went limp and his now lifeless eyes staring aimlessly. He ejected the emptied magazine and loaded a new one before holstering it.

The job was done. Now, all that is left is to-" he said as the assassin narrowly dodged a hail of bullets as he jumped over the desk and crouched behind it.

"HE KILLED THE BOSS!"

"Get him!"

The guards yelled as they fired at the desk, wood splinters flying everywhere with extreme velocity. He quickly gazed around the room and saw a window that overlooked the eastern wall. He took a deep breath as he made a dash for the window. He pulled out his knife and used the blunt end of it to smash open the window before jumping up and over the wall.

Not wanting to take any chances, he quickly ran away from the scene of the crime to the meeting place.

(Scene Change - 2 Hours Later)

He heaved a sigh of relief as he stood for a moment to catch his breath. He had practically sprinted from the other side of the city to make sure that no one was following him. In the few moments of peace, he reflected on the long and dizzying day. He had woken up in a dingy alleyway with no idea who or where he was, then somehow ended fighting a gang of misfits, was contacted from some gang member and was offered a job to kill someone and then he proceeded to go through with. All in one goddamn day.

"Guess this is going to be an interesting life..." he said with a slight smirk. He might have had no clue on who he was before today, but he intended to try and make it pleasant for himself with this type of 'clean slate' sort of situation. Now what he needed to do was to hook up with the man from before, and he was all set. He paused for a second as he remembered why this whole ordeal started.

Yatsuro Matashi, the man, dressed in the sharp trench coat with bald and graying hair that mixed in with his aging face that made him appear as if he was an innocent old man. But he could tell with one look that he was far from that. Once you looked past those looks and stared into his eyes, you could see a cold and calculating gaze that would terrify most people. He had noticed it from before, but he hadn't acted upon it since he wanted to tell if this was the real deal. But as he thought more and more about it, he realized that it just seemed way too convenient and that they would give him so much for one job. He would need to be on guard when they met.

He continued to walk around the city blocks until he reached the particular alleyway the two met earlier that day. He peered into the alley and saw the man in question standing alone in the middle of the aisle. He placed his hand on the grip of the gun before slowly making his way to the man.

"Hello Tatsuya-kun, I assume the job is finished?" he said with a smile. However, he could see through that fake smile. He tensed up as he felt a wave of anxiety wash over him like water. From the side doors of the buildings came out four armed men dressed in trench coats.

'I knew it!' He scolded himself in his mind. He turned to run the other way, but another group of armed men in similar dress blocked off his escape. He turned again to the senior man who had a maniacal grin on his face.

"Did you really think it would be that easy, kid? You are a lot dumber than I assumed. While I do appreciate you offing that CEO, I'm afraid you're now a loose end I need to tie up..." he said as he pulled out a handgun. Tatsuya attempted to grab his pistol, but it was shot out of his hand before he could fire, sending him to the ground.

"Nice try kid, but this is the end of the line for you," he said as the rest of the gangsters pulled out their guns and took aim. For the first time, that day did he experience an emotion that he hadn't in his short life so far.

Fear.

As the gangster opened fire, he closed his eyes and held his hand in the air, waiting for his end to come...

TO BE CONTINUED...

Thanks for reading! Leaving it off with a bit of a bit of a cliffhanger. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I had writing it. This story originated from another story that I enjoyed but can't seem to find it (Not sure if it was removed or if the author took it down, as I hadn't followed it), which was essentially Tatsuya breaking away from the Yotsuba's and him partaking in crime, taking over Japan and many other things. (If you can find it, please send me a PM or leave a comment). In these first few chapters, Tatsuya will be developing his super/magical powers, and he will be relying on conventional weapons and tactics until he masters them. Also, keep in mind that this story will probably change many times until I feel it is right. Well, that all I got to say. If you have any criticisms, thoughts, ideas or want to get in contact with me, just send me a PM or leave a review. Thanks, and have a good one!

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(P.S: Will update other stories...soooon...)

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