Kenta Asoki
Kenta; The boy who fell from the sky, no one there to watch him cry.
Kenta, a small, 6 year old, silver haired Angel, walking along the Messa island—His home, covered in beautiful trees, it was flourishing, Kenta, Holding a large, jar of tightly sealed void butterflies as they flittered, around in the jar, Kenta felt content,
“I’m going to give my mom, these butterflies, I know she loves them.”
He smiled slightly to himself as he ran, barefoot, happily up to his cottage, stepping in the flower bed, his eyes slowly widened. He could feel the presence of someone evil, his stomach dropped, suddenly all the butterflies in the jar seemed to flutter less happily, Kenta crept to the door, to listen, rather Eavesdrop, on what people were divulging, He heard his name. And the mention of ongoing human child testing. How it would help the man in question a lot of Kenta’s mother would give him into his scrutiny. Kenta made a gasp, his mother, was going to give him away, like a prize. Kenta’s lips trembled. And he held onto the jar fiercely, squeezing the top with all his might. Cracking the glass with his left hand, he gasped in regret, louder than he meant to. The murmuring ceased, and the man in the house with his mother turned his attention to the door.
“Who’s there?..”
without looking, Kenta lifted to his feet, bolting away from the house, near the edge of the island, Kenta felt a harsh piercing in his chest, he tripped and doubled over the edge of the floating island, gasping as the jar of butterflies was smashed, freeing all the insects, they fell with him, their delicate wings severed upon impact, Kenta covered his mouth as he fell, before a second passed, he had hit the ground, hard, right in the middle of the Estraiya forest, he got the wind knocked out of him as blood spat out, he gasped. Breathing heavily, he lifted his small hand onto his chest only to pull it back with blood leaking.
“How am I alive..?”
he asked himself in fear, a wanderer of darkness seemed to find its way over to Kenta, lifting the broken boy with its slender arms. Caressing the boy's face giving the impression, Kenta felt,
“Child, you’re safe now, don’t fret.”
The wanderer of Darkness healed the hole that pierced into his soul before he left Kenta outside of the forest. “Thank you..” Kenta said, tiredly, as he laid down under a sad, willow tree.
Three years later.
The Faint heart monitor was blaring in the background as Kenta opened his eyes. Looking down he noticed a large tube, very bloody at that. He swallowed, a feeling of discomfort spiked in his throat. The tube was down his nose and seemed to travel down his throat, most considerably it went down to his stomach. It was by definition a feeding tube, Kenta hadn’t been eating, in simpler terms I suppose you could call it hunger strike, what you would call a prisoners rejection of food as a protest. Although the facility he was in was in fact not a prison, but a lab, Kenta had no desire for food, he did get hungry but the suffocating feeling of hunger that his stomach would eat itself was something he was used to, he had no intention of feeding into his vampiric cravings. Looking around he was secured in a chair, he noticed the tube had been talking up some black substance, much to his dislike he guessed it was a drug. He was only 9, transferred a total of 6 times so far for his crude mouth and behavior, he didn’t talk much but when he did it seemed to anger anyone, and everyone. Kenta couldn’t help but say the truth and speak his mind. Not caring what pain others felt, he in fact didn’t care for punishment. He knew they wouldn’t kill him. Curious about the liquid going through the tube he leaned, reaching upwards as his ankles were secured to the chair, not a sound from his figure, he grabbed the end of the tube, pulling the bag that was full of repulsive black liquid. He ripped the bag open and dipped his finger in the fluid, letting the bag sit on his left thigh. Disgusted by the thickness he stuck it to his mouth. Immediately gagging in aversion. The bag fell and spilt all over his bare thigh as he was only wearing a hospital gown. He quickly wiped it off, smearing it across his thigh with his hand before he grabbed the tube up his nose, the tape on his cheek ripped off and with out second thought he forced the tube out of his nose, opening his mouth in pain as he felt the tube scratch his throat, coming out, it was covered in blood and the black liquid. Regurgitating, he threw the tube across the lab room. Moving his ankles back and forth before the cuffs broke from the chair, he jumped from the chair looking down at the mess he made he scoffed.
Three years later.
The Faint heart monitor was blaring in the background as Kenta opened his eyes. Looking down he noticed a large tube, very bloody at that. He swallowed, a feeling of discomfort spiked in his throat. The tube was down his nose and seemed to travel down his throat, most considerably it went down to his stomach. It was by definition a feeding tube, Kenta hadn’t been eating, in simpler terms I suppose you could call it hunger strike, what you would call a prisoners rejection of food as a protest. Although the facility he was in was in fact not a prison, but a lab, Kenta had no desire for food, he did get hungry but the suffocating feeling of hunger that his stomach would eat itself was something he was used to, he had no intention of feeding into his vampiric cravings. Looking around he was secured in a chair, he noticed the tube had been talking up some black substance, much to his dislike he guessed it was a drug. He was only 9, transferred a total of 6 times so far for his crude mouth and behavior, he didn’t talk much but when he did it seemed to anger anyone, and everyone. Kenta couldn’t help but say the truth and speak his mind. Not caring what pain others felt, he in fact didn’t care for punishment. He knew they wouldn’t kill him. Curious about the liquid going through the tube he leaned, reaching upwards as his ankles were secured to the chair, not a sound from his figure, he grabbed the end of the tube, pulling the bag that was full of repulsive black liquid. He ripped the bag open and dipped his finger in the fluid, letting the bag sit on his left thigh. Disgusted by the thickness he stuck it to his mouth. Immediately gagging in aversion. The bag fell and spilt all over his bare thigh as he was only wearing a hospital gown. He quickly wiped it off, smearing it across his thigh with his hand before he grabbed the tube up his nose, the tape on his cheek ripped off and with out second thought he forced the tube out of his nose, opening his mouth in pain as he felt the tube scratch his throat, coming out, it was covered in blood and the black liquid. Regurgitating, he threw the tube across the lab room. Moving his ankles back and forth before the cuffs broke from the chair, he jumped from the chair looking down at the mess he made he scoffed.
“Dumb demons..”
he muttered. Taking a step before falling face forward on the ground, the life crystal in his chest let out a painful shock. Someone opened the iron door in-front of him.
“1630? Was it?..”
A man entered the room before he stood in-front of the anorexic looking boy, his body was so frail one could grab his arm and it would break if you held to tightly. The man crouched down.
“What a mess…”
Kenta looked up before he got to his knees. “What…?”
the man noticed the black liquid all over Kenta’s face and hands, on his white gown as well. And the blood exiting his left nostril and falling to his mouth. The man was Rexto. Kenta had yet to know. Rexto grabbed the frail boy’s arm.
“How’d you get out?— you didn’t fall asleep?—“
Hinting to Kenta he was supposed to be asleep this whole time.
“I just woke up, you dipstick…”
Kenta said. The man ignoring Kenta’s back talk. He walked Kenta back to the seat.
“What is that black liquid?”
Kenta asked. Rexto knelt down and picked up the ripped bag.
“…Corrupted Demon blood and some other drugs..”
he answered. Kenta made a face of disgust as he wiped his nose.
“That’s disgusting…”
Rexto sighed in disappointment
“Well I suppose we have to do the procedure while you’re awake, oh how exciting…”
he said. Kenta gagged as Rexto walked up to the closet behind the chair and unlocked it. Pulling out another liter of the black, thick mucky substance. To Kenta, the blood looked black. But if you weren’t born with chromatopsia [also known as full colorblindness] , it would appear dark red with bits of black in it. Rexto then pulled out another tube.
“Your not gonna put that thing down my nose are you?”
Kenta asked.
“That would be a pretty stupid move..”
Rexto slammed his hand over Kenta’s mouth. So much as it left a red mark.
“Silence yourself you vexatious child..”
Kenta did so, but he attempted to bite the mans hand. Something he hadn’t second thought about before he did so, Rexto removed his hand and grabbed Kenta’s jaw firmly, causing Kenta to bite the sides of his cheek.
“We can do this the easy way or we can do this the hard way… if you don’t move it won’t hurt as much, but if you keep talking, it’ll be more painful…”
Kenta nodded slowly. Dried up Blood clogged up his left nostril. As Rexto let go of him. Kenta slunk down into the metal chair. Rexto connected the tube to the liter of blood. Kenta closed his eyes. As Rexto grabbed his Jaw and lifted his chin up Kenta opened his eyes in horror as Rexto slowly pushed it down his right nostril, blood gushed out. The tube seemed to be too large yet he kept going. The pain on Kenta’s face seemed to make Rexto happy, or at least it seemed that way. Kenta tried to scream but nothing came out, choking and suffocation filled the room, the noises he made were inhuman, uncouth noises as if he were drowning. He couldn’t bear the sound of his own choking, he attempted to cover his ears, yet Rexto forced his wrists down, until the tube reached his esophagus . Kenta could breathe normally. He huffed in some air before he dry gagged on the pipe.
“T-take it out!..”
he screamed in horror as Blood poured out of his nose and mouth. His throat ached.
“ I can’t do that, you’re a vampire, yet you don’t seem to take in blood… you could die, I can’t have that now can I..?”
He said, taping the access tube to Kenta’s cheek. Kenta squeezed his eyes shut. Such torment was to much for the 9 year old as Kenta slowly passed out from shock.
Kenta shook from his thoughts. He walked up to a room, it was illuminating with melancholic energy. He opened the cold handle and heard uncouth noises. He froze in his position. It sounded like Ayamei. She sounded like she was suffering. Yet the noises from her figure were dreadful, inhumane noises. She was surely dying. Kenta wanted to move, his trauma caused him to fall to his knees, shaking, whimpering, sobbing. Such mental turmoil. He quickly stood up and walked over, the pitter-patter of his feet rushing towards the sickly, crying, gasping girl.
“Ayamei..”
he gasped. Horrid the sight was. She was, inhaling her blood. Her body made forceful movements, her eyes begging him to kill, end her suffering. She clawed the chair as she choked. Kenta swallowed as her eyes, in horror made their way behind him. Kenta turned around to see none other than Rexto, the man behind it all. He quickly made his way over to Ayamei and unplugged the line, causing Ayamei to inhale some air. Her body no longer making seizure-like movements as she sighed in relief, Kenta was filled with anger. Rexto smiled slyly. “You see, Ayamei Heals from her own blood...Interesting. Isn't it?--”
“You're sick!”
Kenta yelled over the man. Ayamei, regaining consciousness, whimpering in fear.
“Kenta…”
She whimpered as if she was embarrassed to be seen in such a vulnerable state. Kenta turned around to see her, bleeding from her left eye.
“Kenta… Didn’t I die Just now?..”
Kenta shook his head. He has as beyond mad at Rexto.
“You… You’re a terrible man You!”
he yelled pointing his finger at Rexto who just smiled in response.
“What has to be done, has to be done..”
