Woohoo! New story! And guess what even though its a DGM it's gonna be my first AU! Ever!

I hope I do a good job!

So first let's get one thing straight before the summary. OC time as always. I have to put in this warnings so that people don't say that I didn't.

Now to the summary:
Inhumane is the only equivalent word for Exailion. The game that came into the world in the year 2013, it has gone by for four years and has traveled wide and far through the world. A virtual fighting game it can be played by any who buys the Proof of Mastership and who owns a weapon. What makes this game so inhumane is the fact that the weapons of choice are actually other human beings. In short, when one is defeated they surrender their weapons to the winner and some play only for the fun of it and destroy the weapons. This game has reached as far as Tokyo, Japan and it seems that even the Yakuza have adapted to it. The heirs have in their powers these weapons, all except for one. Kanda Yu, is the heir of the Fourth House and has, up to date, no weapon as a player of Exailion. But when an unexpected 'bug' turns up, it gives the poor Nishiyima Reiyo the chance to participate in a game she never sign up for in the first place. Now the weapon of the Fourth House, Reiyo has to deal with the daily reminder of what Exailion is, how cruel human beings can be, and most of all with the asshole she got for a Master.

This is the same sum that was on my Profile so yeah. Well let's get to it! I'm so excited! XD

.: Playthrough 1 :.

= Press Start =

Reality is broken. Game designers can fix it.

-Jane McGonigal

"Please come again!" the girl cheerfully perked as the last couple of customers left what was the small dinner of Gabrielle's. After turning the sign from Open to Closed, she let out a distinctful sigh. There went her pressure of the day.

"Thanks for taking the double shift Nishiyima-san," Keiko, my senpai in the job, called taking her arpon off. Mimicking the gesture and took hers off to hang it inside of the locker. Closing it and taking her bag she went towards the back door. "Be careful on your way home, Reiyo-chan!"

Reiyo only lifted her arm as an answer, "Will do! Thank you, Keiko!" She went off heading towards the train station. It was about nine p.m. and the last train to come would be in fifteen minutes. She could get there in seven but the distractions she tried to avoid would always be in plain view. Everytime on the way to work in Gabrielle's to the station and back she would always go by this small park. The old jungle gym rusted by the years since it was built in the year 2002. The people didn't see a point in restoring it since it had become an arena for Exailion.

"Ha!" Reiyo's head turned slightly at the triumphant call from one of the two males. Besides them two girls that looked no younger than Reiyo's age were standing obidiently beside the two. The one on the right had lost and the one on the left was celebrating. "I won! Now hand it over!"

"Here!" the one of the right called tossing a mere ring with a stone that had lost its color and was now a clear color. "I don't want a weak weapon like this anyway."

"Let's go, you're mine now," the left one called to the girl of the right one who had already left. She mostly bruised up but no serious injuries. The girl only lowered her head and followed the winner.

Exailain came into the world in 2013. It was a virtual game brought buy some big shot. It went like this: through buying Exailion, the owner recieved the Mark of Mastership, that cheap ring, that was always on their ring finger of their right hand. Through it they could choose any signed volunteer as their weapon, these weapons were dubbed Excells. An Excell, this weapon, however, was inhumanely another human being. An Excell could only be chosen from among the ones who, when reaching the age of twelve but not over twenty, are eligable for signing up.

What, you ask, makes them join this brutal show of male chauvinism? The money. As volunteers, Excells who get picked for the job get a large sum of cash sent to their homes each month as payment for having to leave their families as they are now 'owned' by the 'players'. That was the second thing that made Exailion so inhumane. It made the gap between the poor and wealthy classes even more distinguishable. The teens of poor families were the ones who mostly signed up into the Excell List to be chosen as one. This turned Reiyo's stomach upside down more than anything.

Getting into the train, she reached her home on the west side of Tokyo in less than thirty minutes. Getting off into her neighborhood was a complete change of scenario for her. From the rich central city to the small townshed of her neighborhood. Yep, got it right. Reiyo was one of those poor class citizens that would gladly sign up for Exailion. She, however, found the game inhumane and sadistic and, therefore, for five years, she has refused to sign up into Exailion. Her family is dirt poor since Reiyo had to drop out of high school before she ever finished her last year. She was the oldest and perhaps sanest of her little, broken family and because of that she had to be strong and support it. No matter what she had to give up, her family always came first.

"I'm home," she mumbled lowly when she entered the small house. Running through the hall came a little figure that threw itself onto Reiyo's arms.

"Welcome home, Rei nee-chan!" the little eleven and a half of age girl called in a whisper and hugging the older teen. Reiyo hugged her back and stood there looking at her. Her long strawberry blonde hair so different from her own and those beautiful, dark emerald eyes which gave her her name: Gemma. "Aunt Grace went to sleep when I got here from school," was the first thing that she told her sister after their welcome.

"She probably got drunk again," Reiyo said with a small smirk hopping that bitch would get the hangover of her life.

"Do you think she'll wake up for dinner?" an unnoticable fear resounded in Gemma's voice as she said it. Of course she would be scared. Everytime that Grace would come down before dinner after drinking, she would yell at Gemma for not making any food or bitch later about how bad it tasted. Gemma hated those fights Grace ignited and would more than often end up crying and sleeping with Reiyo in her bedroom.

Reiyo smiled and ruffled the girl's hair. "Highly doubt it. You know if she passes out before one she won't wake up until the next day." She walked past her and headed upstairs to her room.

"Yeah, you're right," Gemma agreed confident and impishly followed behind her older sister.

Entering the small abode of Rei's one would say that it was too small for the average teenage girl. With all walls sky blue and the cieling white the room was not large at all. A small bed that barely fitted her stood hugging the door's wall. On the wall to the right there was a small window that always remained opened. A small desk with a chair stood opposite of her bed holding her old desk computer and countless books that she read and reread when time was available. And next to that desk was the door to her small closet which was rather small for any normal teen but for Rei who didn't really like dressing up it was perfect.

Reiyo left her bag from work aside and began to change into her pjs while Gemma began to look through the pile of letters that she had brought earlier. "Anything new?" Reiyo plunged onto her small bed and heard the springs cringe under her weight with the added momentum.

"Just the old bills and these," she said holding up two ornated envelopes. They were the only ones that stood out with the name of Inaguri Co., Exailion's ownered, printed on the front. Those came in every so often to make me reconsider about joining the game and even trying to recruit Gemma three days early.

"Throw those away," Reiyo's answer wouldn't change. Sat there reading over the books and new applications for more jobs.

"You know," Gemma began slowly and catiously. "If we could win more money we could easily get out of here faster. We'd be free."

Reiyo glared down at Gemma, thing that didn't happen unless Gemma was really in trouble or Reiyo was really mad. The latter was the most plausible right at that moment. "Exailion is a brute game for the rich who demean the poor, Gemma. I've thought you that. Neither you nor I will join there ignorant game and followe their stupid rules. It would be like selling your body out in the streets for a dime. I told you already that you're ending school and getting into college and that's that." Reiyo slumped down on the bed ending like that the conversation.

Gemma knew why Reiyo was so persistent with getting her to stay in school and be someone in life. Reiyo gave up too much to support her, the only family she had left. She wanted for her to have what she never could: a better life. Gemma sighed at the simplicity of her older sister, "I made some lasagna from the stuff that Keiko-san gave you yesterday. Want some?"

"Double serving please," Reiyo called muffled by the mattress.

"Sure," Gemma said with a smile and closed the door behind herself.

Reiyo turned about on her back and face the white ceiling. It gave her a mild headache looking at it but also helped her think. She barley made the bills this month again. Even working at Grabrielle's at nights, a cafe in the mornings, and a flower shop in the weekends, it was still barely enough to make ends meet. If it weren't for Keiko's generosity of giving them food supplies knowing their condition, they wouldn't have a thing to eat. She was thankful to Keiko who hired a low life drop out like herself. Her pride made her, unconsciouly, to thank her every afternoon when she went in and every night before leaving to go home.

She heaved a heavy sigh. Gemma was right. If either Gemma or her joined Exailion they could get out of that place faster than planned. Aunt Grace wasn't really their aunt, only the foster parent that ACS had put them in. Grace was nothing more than a fifty-two year olg hag that said she was taking care of the two when in reality she was only stealing the governments welfare money that was supposed to be for them and used it to buy her liquor. ACS didn't care, though, that some petty woman took the money from kids who were going to be leaving the system soon enough. At least that's what she told herself and what she told Gemma when she was would cry about hating Grace and living there. That at the very least kept Gemma from running away like she would swear to do someday. She wanted freedom, Reiyo wanted it too.

One year and eleven months left, the sheer thought of that gave her a little light of hope. In just a year she would be legally able to take care of Gemma by herself without intervetion of the government. She would remain independent and as Gemma's only living relative, would gain custody just like that.

"Just one more year, Gem," she mumbled getting up to go downstairs and eat. "Then we'll get the fuck out of this rotten place." She closed the door with a slight slam. She would work and thrive for it no matter how much it cost her. To Reiyo her family was the most important thing in her life and she would give anything for them, for Gemma.

"Stop fucking around with me Bookman," the young Japanese teen called through his end of the reciever of his IPhone. He was pissed that 1) the stupid usagi had called him for such idiocy and 2) because it was him. As simply as that.

"I'm not fucking around with you Yu-chan!" the American accented Japanese that came through the other end of the line called a bit hysteric to his friend - if one could call them that. "I overheard the Heads talking about it. Even Gramps admitted it in that gather up!"

"Don't call me that you stupid usagi!" the Japanese boy called enraged feeling like he could strangle the other boy. He couldn't believe this guy. He dared fucking call him by his first name and even add the freaking -chan! "Besides what the fuck are you doing eavedropping on the Heads' meeting?"

"No easy droppy, Yu. Didn't you hear me? I said I 'overheard' them. That's not intentional, that was an accident," the American boy called form the other line correcting the native Japanese. The native boy could feel the vein on his temple popping in anger. This guy really pissed him off major. It was like the most stupid thing to do this King of Fools was tempted to do them and most of the times did. "Don't change the subject on me. I'm serious as death here! I heard Gramps saying that they are advancing through the north districts and fast. They've gone after Allen-chan's terretory already. Marian fights back hard but he lost some ground to unexpected guerillas. They're doing something, Yu-chan. Something big."

"I don't believe that bullshit for a second," he said back to the American.

"And the best part still is that they're using something big to move about in numbers," the American said with a very frivolous tone. The native boy knew that tone, when the other knew about things that nobody else did he would do that. He remembered it creeped out the Moyashi and it frankly did a bit to him too.

"What is it?" he asked one last question before he would seriously hang up.

"Have you heard of a game called Exailion?"

"Good afternoon and welcome to Grabrielle's!" Reiyo called perkily once again for that Friday night's crowd. It was unexpectedly full that night which surprised her. And being the only waiter on Friday until seven was quite frightening to be honest. Running about in many ways she would avoid as many people in order to not drop anything she carried on her tray.

For a second while going to pick up and order, she took a breather holding her empty tray. "Since when did Tokyo begin liking American classics?" she inquired hysterical to Keiko who stood behind the window in the kitchen.

"Strange, isn't it? I think so too," she said flipping a steak. "Don't worry though, Morimo-san will be here in half an hour. Your doing a great job Nishiyima-san." She placed five plates neatly on Reiyo's tray while the tean attempted to keep it balanced. "Keep it up!"

"Yeah, yeah," Reiyo mumbled going to delivering four plates. When she heard the ringing and being close to the door, she turn on her heel to welcome the new customers and began her hello half way there, "Good afternon and wel-" But before her greeting was over with she had bumped her tray into the person that had come through the door, slipping the steak and frieds and large strawberry milkshake fall all on that person.

The whole dinner went silent as if someone had just pressed the freaking mute button on them. Reiyo hated this, it just added more attention to her damn clumsiness in crowded places. Keiko wathced from her place astonished but not at Rei's mishap.

"I'm so, so sorry sir," she called in something almost as close to a pity whimper. It punched her bad in the stomach having to apologize, specially since the dinner was one of the ones that had one of those little signs that said 'wait until we give you a fucking seat' or something like that. Reiyo was too busy trying to apologize as instinct to keep her job. She took out a white handkerchief from her white and blu apron. She was too busy right then trying to clean up her mess that she couldn't hear other voices around her. What finally halted her was a great hand that sturdily and suddenly grabbed onto her wrist stopping the cleaning. She cringed at the force of the hand. It was hurting her wrist. Placing her hand on the man's she was trying to disengage the iron grip on her wrist. She would've kicked the guy in the crotch had Keiko not intervened placing her hand on both of their arms.

"Gentlemen, I don't believe you had a reservation today," Keiko said matter of a fact and with a dead serious in her voice which was mostly like to get the grip away from brekaing Reiyo's wrist. Looking up Reiyo didn't flinch but was threatened to by nerves and pain recievers. There, the mamuth holding her hand so hard, was actually a rather handsome man and looked Japanese unlike herself who was half Japanese and half other. Long dark black hair tied back into a high ponytail and with a pair of dark black trousers with a dark blue silk shirt which, however, was dirtied in pink and black because of the milkshake and steak and smeared more when she had tried to cleaned it. Something was hanging from his belt too. Was that a walking cane? What caught her eye the most were the dark cobalt orbs. Staring at him in the eye was like fighting in silence to see who would draw back first. She never let nobody intimidate her much less boys and she wasn't about to let it start now. She glared back at him with the meanest glare she could muster plus the pain made her feel even madder.

"Excuse us, Kei-chan." Reiyo's sudden stare showdown was interrupted by a perky voice reminiscing of Gemma's. Popping from behind the mamuth was a redheaded boy with an eyepatch on his left eye. His accent gave him away. She had that but a tinge in her speech. He was American. She had his hair styled to the side and he wore dressy black trousers but was elegantly casual with a white shirt untucked with a red vest and a loose tie. "Me and Yu-chan just had to talk about something and Gramps can't hear about this."

"You two kids should get another gathering place," Keiko said still trying to get the grip of the mamuth away from Reiyo. But her attention was elsewhere, astonished as she saw the customers one by one slowly beginning to leave the edifice of Gabrielle's.

"C'mon Kei-chan. Think you could give a solo table to the couple of guys you adore so much?" the American redhead pleaded childishly clapping his hands together and standing next to the man Reiyo had now officially dubbed the mamuth.

"You won't any food if Kanda-kun doesn't let go of my only working girl right now," Keiko said in a serious tone again.

Reiyo looked back at the Japanese and glared again returning to the unfinished business from before. The redhead place a hand on the noirette's shoulder. "Let go Yu-chan. I am kinda hungry."

A moment of silence.

"Che." Reiyo froze over in contempt. Did he just click his tongue at her? She was about to really kick him in the crotch when he let go of her wrist harshly almost throwing it away. "She better do something about my shirt."

What? It was his fucking fault! Did he not know how to fucking read! She was about to cuss him out when Keiko's held her back from her shoulders. "Niyishima-san will get something to clean it up." Reiyo stared at Keiko for the longest before giving up and going back to the kitchen for something to clean up the mess she had, presumedly, done. "Over here gentlemen, I believe we have a solo table available for you two." What the hell was she talking about? The freaking dinner is full.

Reiyo went into the kitchen and looked deliberately out to see why the dinner had gone so silent. Her mouth dropped when she noticed that everybody, no exception, had left during the whole spilled-milk scene. She scoffed; plenty of room there is, she guessed. She went to the sink and damped a cloth. While drying it Keiko came in with orders in her hand.

"Who the hell's the punkass and redhead kid who came in?" Reiyo didn't beat the bush and went directly to the point.

"Sons of very important people. I harbor those two and another friend of theirs when they have family issues. They always call before coming though so it surprised me when you bumped into them," Keiko said looking down while preparing the dishes.

"Who's sons?" she asked getting from all that speech only the 'important' part.

"Don't ask and go get what happened cleaned up," Keiko said to her employee. Reiyo couldn't oppose even though she didn't want to go. When was Morimo getting here!

She heaved a breath in resignation and anger. Then a lightbulb turn on in her head. She smirked and walked out of the kitchen doors with the semi wet cloth in her hand. Walking towards the farthest back table the redhead was the first to see her for he sat facing her way while the mamuth sat facing away. Reaching the table she slammed her hands heavily on the table making both of them turn; the redhead with an expression of surprise and the noirette with the same stpid glare. Okay, first attempt was a fail. Time for plan B.

"I apologize about the incident when you came in, mister," she said with a sweetish voice and with an angelic smile plastered on her face. She held the cloth up which was neatly folded in a square. "Mind if I clean it?"

"Don't touch me with your filthy hands," he spat out making a vein pop on her temple.

"Alright then," she said sweetly and threw the cloth straight on his face. The redhead's jaw was wide open but a low chuckle was being reatrained from the back of his throat. The noirette was immobile with the damp cloth in his face but his fingers and hand clearly twitched in anger. Reiyo simply cleaned her hands against eachother and with the a satisfied smile said, "Suit yourself."

When Keiko heard the suddenly ruckus from the dinner she left the kitchen and headed out into the edifice. "What's going on?" But then her eyes landed upon the trio. The redhead was holding the noirette back who had a red aura behind him threatening to strangle Reiyo who only stood tauntingly with her fists raised. "Reiyo!" The moment that mother-like voice reach Reiyo's ears her hands dropped behind her and her face dropped to a sullen expression and her head lowered alike that of a scolded puppy. "What in Pete's name's going on!"

"He insulted me!" Reiyo called out like a little kid pushing the blame away.

"Come here so I can strangle that skinny neck of yours, you damn mouse!"

"Mouse!" Reiyo scowled in disdain. "Fuck off, orangutan!"

"You bitch!" he snarled at her as the redhead tried his best not to let go.

"Calm down, Yu. You're the one who started it all so don't be a wimp," the redhead argued, incoherent to the noirette.

"Yeah, yeah," Reiyo said with a triumphant smirk waving her hand away. "Ya heard him. Don't be a sissy."

"Nishiyima Reiyo, get out of here now." The sole comment made Reiyo turned in disbelief to Keiko. She was mad; more than mad she was furious. Did she really mean... was she really... f-. "Take some time off for today and comeback tomorrow when you've cool off." Reiyo bit her bottom lip and without even turning to the other two she went for the locker room, took the apron off and left to go home. She couldn't believe it. A candid guy had pushed all her buttons at once and made her explode like no one had made her blow up before. She was intoxicated with anger but she had to learn to control that short temper that ignited with any insult to her pride if she wanted to keep her job at Gabrielle's. She looked at her wrist watch. Eight fifteen. She would be getting there early today.

"Interesting staff you have, Kei-chan," the redhead called eating his steak. Kei lighted up a smoke while she turned to blow it away from them. The noirette had refused to eat excusing himself saying that he had lost his appetite.

"She's got a sharp tongue but she's a good worker," she blew out again. "Getting back to the topic, what exactly had been happening? My Black Decks have been demolished to smethereens. They claim it wasn't any of the Four Houses."

"It wasn't," the redhead said putting the dish aside to talk serious.

"Someone's going out targeting the Four Houses," the noirette answered the question. "It seems that their going after the small gangs like your Black Decks first."

"For what? We don't control terretory. We work for the Black Lotus, your family Kanda-kun," Keiko said not understanding. "With what purpose are they going after small gangs for?"

"To recruit," the redhead said placing his chin in his hand.

"Recruit?" Keiko repeated confused. The redhead motioned with his finger for her cigarette. He took it from her hands and explained.

"Exailion has been booming since of late. More and more males have gone and purchased this and have gone under the enemy's name as players. They are igniting a glow on the surface of our industry," the redhead placed the glowing end on the cheap wood table making a black burn mark on it. "Right now it may seem insignificant but if this glow were to grow and consume more of the surface." He lifted the bud and Keiko saw the small red glow that was left on the table. "Even the smallest of holes can make a big problem in our part. Right now the Four Houses are doubting eachother trying to figure out who's on whose side. This makes them weak."

"Get to the point Bookman," the noirette called irritated pretty badly already.

"Perhaps it will be necessary to join the fight of our time, Yu-chan. We might have to fight fire-" he pinched his thumb onto the glow letting it burn out. "With fire in order to put it out."

"You mean to join that beastly and kiddy game?" Keiko asked shocked.

"Exactly my point," he said with a smirk. "We, as the Heirs, will have to join in Exailion as players."

Kanda only closed his eyes in contemplation while Keiko spoke with the other. Join that ridiculous game for kids? No way. No way in hell was he, Kanda Yu, joining a stupid game just because of this small glow that Bookman spoke of. There was no need for that. He wouldn't join. Not even if it killed him.

Well...? How is it?

Was the chapter okay? Was it too long or short? I doubt it was short but is this length alright?

Anyways, this is all I can give so far! How's my first chapter on an AU story, huh?

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