《Their Noblesse Oblige》


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    With a quick horizontal pull of the blade Kazuya feels a searing hot pain across his abdomen. The blade that burns with incredible warmth leaves a large gash directly under his rib cage. An overwhelming pain emanates from the wound, knelt down and no longer able to catch his breath. Red blood pools around his knees the sight is disgusting, Kazuya feels the flow of the blood oozing out of the wound. It¡¯s warm to the touch, its wet, and soft seeing his hands covered in blood it quickly becomes a struggle for him to stay conscience.


    ¡° stay awake¡­ you have to complete the ritual¡­ it¡¯ll never¡­¡± a distant voice calm yet demanding, in such a terrible state Kazuya can barely make sense of what the voice is saying. Ears ringing with such ferocious ping that his vision steadily becomes blurred. Unable to stay conscience Kazuya falls to the ground passing out from blood loss.The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.


    A loud knock on a thin wooden door. Kazuya sits up out of bed. It¡¯s bright out; the sun is shining down through the window. The harsh light accompanied by a splitting headache, Kazuya has no recollection of how he wound up back in his apartment.


    ¡°kazi it¡¯s been three days¡± Sylvia enters the room peeking her head around the door. She looks at Kazuya with a concerned look. ¡°Don¡¯t you think you should get out of bed now?¡± She picks up a few bottles laying around on the floor.


    ¡°You¡¯re wearing my jacket.¡± Sylvia was adorned in a blue and yellow Bathing Ape track jacket. The colors separated by a black trim with the letters ¡°BAPE¡± embroidered into the fabric. ¡°Take it off right now it¡¯s not yours!¡± Kazuya snaps sharply at her. Sylvia was used to it, he has always been this way especially in the morning, and certainly about this jacket.

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    Actually I just went and picked this up. I had it fixed for you. So let¡¯s chill out a bit.¡± Sylvia had a way of putting things back in his face like that. She¡¯s such a kind hearted women very reserved in her nature, she didn¡¯t go out of her way to be popular. Her life was quiet and routine that simplicity was enough for her. From behind long black hair there¡¯s piercing green eyes and a pale complexion. A face that rarely grimaced. As Sylvia takes off the jacket and hands it over to Kazuya who promptly puts it on. He collects a few things from a drawer behind his bed. Without speaking another word he slides past Sylvia barely acknowledging her. Down a small flight of stairs and towards the exit of the house Sylvia follows behind. Kazuya does feel rather heartless for not showing at least a tiny amount of gratitude. That¡¯s how it¡¯s always been though. Kazuya has a dark soul and a sunken heart.


    ¡°You¡¯re not really about to leave without even saying thank you?¡± That face that so stoically held a smile was never ever so rarely grimacing. Sylvia hated this part about him. More than anything else she hated how cold he was. ¡°We¡¯ve lived here for three years; you still are this cold?¡± knowing that she won¡¯t get an honest response from him she tries to ease up and that grimaced face returned to normal. ¡°You ought to treat people better, ya know?¡±Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.


    ¡°I¡¯m really sorry about all this; I¡¯ll see you later okay?¡± With a fake laugh and a forced smile Kazuya opened the door and left the house.


    New District Columbo was a flourishing city in a time of poverty and instability; the N.D.C. was a stronghold bound by close ties between government and religion. The church operated in order to fulfill social needs of its citizens while the government operated only to the will of a monarchal ruling family headed by King Charles Fenrir. A symbiotic and powerful alliance between the King and Maharishi Paul Jones created the N.D.C. Focus on education and defense has led to a militant environment for the citizens.  Nearly all are employed by either church or state. It is a good place to live, you are free to choose how you live but, there is only rare occasions that citizens are allowed to leave the city. Surrounded by a heavily guarded border wall system, escape was never much of an option and most people born in the N.D.C. never leave, dying here, being all they ever knew.