FIRST CHAPTER OF KYOTO SEEKER
(WARNING: This story contains gore, swearing, and potentially triggering themes. Please read with caution.)
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Walking calmly down the brightened hallway of an all boys school, the local legend had fingers pointed at him all around.
“Look, it’s the Kyoto Seeker!”
“Doesn’t he look so cool today?”
But alas, the comments were not genuine. They always had some sort of snicker or scoff at the end, some air of sarcasm.
Of course, our ever-so-slightly dumb Chunni did not realize this, and would normally proudly grin as he continued to strut towards his classroom. Yes, indeed, he was but a high schooler with bad eighth-grader syndrome, who thought he was Kyoto’s one and only Seeker.
Note the word “normally” in the beginning of the last paragraph. Normally, he would have a proud smirk on his face that said he was better than everyone else— normally, yes. But today Chuuni was in a bad mood. And it didn’t get any better when someone started poking fun at him.
“Hey, looking pretty nice, kid! Your cosplay’s not all that accurate, but I guess it’s fine,” he shrugged.
“Haah? Who are you to tell me, the Kyoto Seeker, that I’m a fake?” Chuuni said angrily, turning around in his seat, not bothering with his volume since the teacher hadn’t gotten there yet.
“Hmm, not a bad question indeed… How about, I’m the Psychic? Or, Kyoto Psychic, whatever you wanna call it. Is that reason enough?” The person asked. He was so calm, but had quite the annoying demeanor, and it didn’t help that he claimed to be Chuuni’s biggest enemy.
“You’re the Psychic?!” Chuuni was in shock. He had finally come face to face with the only person in the highest tier of the Psi. He got over the initial surprise (mostly, anyway) and continued, “I mean- you’re probably just a fake, but…”
The Psychic laughed. “Hahaha, I can assure you, I’m definitely not any faker than you are. After school, let’s have a chat, yeah?”
So then, when they were walking out of the school building, the Psychic spoke up.
“So… you think you’re the Seeker, huh?”
“What do you mean, ‘think’?! Of course I’m the Seeker!!”
“Hehe, you’re very funny, Chuuni. Do you want to know what your nickname, ‘Chuuni’, means?” He suddenly asked.
“…Go on, but I can’t guarantee I’ll believe you.”
“With the right kanji, it literally means ‘eighth-grader’. You have eighth grader syndrome, Kazan, and you didn’t even realize it,” the Psychic smiled, calm as ever.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means you’re living in your own fantasy world, not having a clue that you made it all up!” The Psychic laughed, concerningly loud considering the topic. “Well, technically, you didn’t make it up, but I don’t know how you’d know about the DR, either.” He noted.
“If I didn’t make it up, then how do I have eighth-grader syndrome? Besides, tell me more about the DR, because I wanna go there.” Chuuni demanded.
“Ooh, bossy, okay. I’ll take you there, but you need some skill first. It’s a little thing called… reality shifting!” The Psychic said happily, while Chuuni looked at him expectantly. “So basically it’s where you meditate and then go to a different reality. Simple. ‘DR’ just means ‘Desired Reality’, but everyone uses the term to refer to the reality I’m from. Also, seriously, everyone at your school reality shifts, how are you just finding out about this?!” He snorted.
“Hey, it’s not my fault that it sounds totally magical! Not like it’s something everyone comes across, you know,” Chuuni huffed, looking away.
“I mean, it kinda is. The kid who sits next to you, for example, Koku? He’s the class emo kid here in the OR, but in the DR he’s a super powerful middle-tier Psycho who could kick your ass.” The Psychic giggled. “I have other Psychos, but he’s probably my favorite just because of the difference between him here and him there.”
Chuuni looked at him. “Huh, sure. Is it easy to… reality shift, then?” He asked.
“Haha, of course not! It’s super hard and takes lots of time!” His enemy laughed.
“Huh?! Then why tease me with that information if it’s that difficult!”
“‘Cause I think you could do it easily.” The Psychic smiled warmly for once. “Just try. You can do it.”
“Fine, whatever… I‘ll try meditating tonight and tell you tomorrow if I get anything. Any sort of procedure I should do, though?”
Then the Psychic proceeded to tell him all about scripting, methods, and the techniques he thought would work best for Chuuni. And as they parted ways, Chuuni headed towards the direction his home was, the sun shining all the way, while the Psi stepped into the shadows to get to his small apartment, muttering something.
“Whether this is the best or worst decision of your life depends on you.. Chuuni.”
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