It had started out like any other day. Alone within the large mansion he shared with his parent and staff. He avoided the dining hall, knowing already that neither parent would be present anyway. Then again, even if they were, he probably still wouldn't have gone. Grabbing an apple from the kitchen, he was gone out the door before anyone could say a word to him. He didn't want the car to take him, he preferred to walk his way to school. Though even if he did, he still stood out like he was wearing a neon sign.

As soon as people caught even a glimpse of him, the whispers and the looks would kick into gear. To the school and basically the entire town, he was a freak. His entire family were freaks, people that were either hated or feared. Being the son from parents like his, unfortunately got him the same unwanted attention. From a young age, he had learned that the only person he could count on was himself. He had a few friends, but they were mainly simply those who feared him enough to attempt staying on his good side. Those who would rather look badass themselves as some might say.

He didn't really interact much as it was, though sometimes it was nice to imply have someone around. Most of the time he was on his own. Shikabaneno Kiritsu, known for the most part as Shiki. It was a nickname given out of the same fear and hatred he faced everyday. Instead of fighting it however, he had embraced it. A weakness into a strength, he refused to let anyone have that power over him. His name's meaning was well known, his mother had been quite proud of it, which never helped her image either.

People thought she was in some cult or something, that her son was some offering or appeasement to a dark god or something. They were so quick to judge what they didn't know and didn't understand. He wasn't surprised to hear about the party. The youth in this city loved their gatherings. Most of the time they were harmless enough, the worst crowds only usually going to alcohol and cigarettes, feeling rebellious. It was a laugh really. Most of the time he and the people he ran with would not be caught there, preferring their own sort of make shift hangout.

Though this time however, the one telling him about the party insisted that it was going to be worth it. He was a bit curious, for he heard word about the party circulate around the school all day long. He'd never really heard so much hype about one party alone, this perked his curiosity enough to make him slip out of the house long after the sun had set. He made his way to the warehouse in which the party was being held. Meeting up with a small band of his 'friends', he lit a cigarette and let his eyes scan the crowd. This party had obviously been in the works for awhile, the warehouse looked more like a dance club than a run down building.

People dancing in the flashing lights, the music so loud he couldn't hear anything the others beside him were saying. To be honest though, he really didn't care what they had to say. A tap on his shoulder though caused him to look. One of the guys in his group was motioning the others closer. He arched a brow, blowing out a stream of smoke. He pulled out a small bag, in which small what looked like pills sat. They were black in color, no markings, no nothing.

"Dude...is that...?" another said. Shiki knew what he meant, it was that new drug known by a few names, but the most popular seemed to be Dusk. It came typically in shades of purple, supposedly the darker the color, the more concentrated and potent it was. Being black, this had to be the worst of the worst. "You're not seriously going to take it are you?" another asked. Dusk was known for being a high unlike other drugs. Having never taken it, he couldn't personally say how it felt, but he really wasn't inclined to find out either.

Looking a bit more closely however, he caught sight of a few bags of this stuff floating around the party. Coupled with alcohol and the buzz of the party, this could go really bad, really fast. A frown forming on his lips, he wasn't really interested in sticking around for when the cops showed. Ignoring the offered bag, he turned away and walked out of the party. The night air felt nice, a slight chill on it. Walking along, he slipped his hands into the pockets of his coat. He saw a few stragglers, but soon pulled away from the scene and ended up on an epty street. It was quiet, almost to quiet.

An eerie feeling set in, bubbling up within his stomach. He wasn't afraid, but something told him this wasn't right...he shouldn't be there. Down the street, a black van turned on the road. He glanced at it, before haunching his shoulders slightly...as if that would hide him. He expected the van to just pass by, keep going and he would keep walking. However, as it got closer, the van seemed like it was slowing down. Inching along closer and closer. He'd pause midstep, the feeling within him getting stronger.

He turned to go down through the trees, cut actoss to a side street, but a blinding light caught him off guard. He hadn't heard anyone approaching, but he could make out the dark figure of a person. The van suddenly stopped, the door open. He'd been raised all his life on the art of Bushido . His father had started it as a way of teaching him discipline, but he had taken to it and really liked it. He was no stranger to a fight, and managed to take down a pair of the black dressed figures heading his way.

That was, before a gas was sprayed in his direction. Vision became fuzzy, he'd let out a slight cough, trying to blink it all away. His body began to feel heavy, soon wouldn't cooperate for him. From there it was a blur, bits and pieces of flashes. He heard voices he couldn't make out, movement, he was moving. Then bright lights, those blaring lights above him. He was laying on a cold and hard surface, more shadowy figures appearing over him within the lights. Who were they, his head was screaming, something about this was wrong...all wrong.... A breathing mask was put over his face, and he drifted into darkness....

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Sitting up with a start, he found himself in his bed. A hand moving to his head, as it screamed in protest of sitting up to quickly. The room spun around him, slowly calming back into place. He glanced around him, he was home...but how? This wasn't possible, the last thing he remembered, was... The van! He'd been grabbed, but by who? Throwing off the blankets, he moved to the mirror. He couldn't see anything wrong with himself, no markings or signs of anything on him. He couldn't have been dreaming...could he?

No, it had been so real, he had been on his way home and had no recollection of actually getting back here or into bed. A hand moved to his head, then again this was so absurd. Getting grabbed off the street like that? No one who did something like that would be kind enough to just return him home like this. He sighed, before shaking his head. This was crazy, someone probably slipped him something last night. He hadn't drunk anything though, only having a cigarette before leaving. There was probably some explanation for it however. There had to be, he would remember in time.

Maybe he had a drink when he got home? No...he'd remember that in some way, and this pain within his head wasn't a hangover at all. He really was going crazy... Turning away, he took a quick shower, before heading down to get to school. He'd figure it out later. Right now, he wasn't in the mood for people, but he couldn't afford to skip once more right now. So he headed to the building he would be glad to say goodbye to at the end of the year, heading to his locker. Whatever had gone down last night, he would figure it out. He would find the answers.