The Night Before
There was a void of uncertainty burrowed deep within Sayū’s chest. It was one of the reasons he had been up all night, in deep thought about the circumstances that had occurred over what was supposed to be merely one glass. In reality? He was more than a bottle in. Within the dark confines of his living room, he raised the glass to his lips as he inhaled another shot. As someone who was obsessive over answers and knowing, the disappearance of Madoguchi caused an imbalance within him. Madoguchi’s arrival was merely one set of questions: Why was he here? Why now? What are his objectives? They were questions that were going to get answered. They were questions that were supposed to be answered. However, that was not the case. All that was left now was speculation.
It had what caused him to isolate himself. Nothing was making sense. Nothing was logical. First was the death of Heiwa informed to him by Ketsugo Uzumaki. While he did not react at the moment, his heart had dropped for he understood what the demise of the pillar of peace meant. It also explained why his mentor had come as well. But not being able to continue the mission left more unanswered questions. What had happened to Heiwa? Why is nothing being done now? Had they forgotten about him—did they even deserve him? He served a purpose and when he was no longer around to serve that purpose they—he began coughing from the burn of the drink. All these questions yet no answers. Sayū rubbed his forehead with his right hand as if he were trying to ail a troublesome headache. What he felt was himself slipping, his mind spiraling deeper and deeper toward insanity.
Currently
"Breakfast served!”
Sayū’s whole body jerked as if he were falling in a dream as Takewa’s voice awakened him out of his slumber. From the living room, he could clearly see the man and he knew the man could see him or had noticed him earlier before he had begun cooking. His startled wide-eyes dimming down to what could be compared as lazy or even sloth-like. Barely open as he placed both palms onto the side of the chair and struggled to get up. As he stood up one foot went over the other as he leaned involuntarily toward the left while making his way towards the kitchen. Clearly indicating that he was still drunk. If that had not been a sign, perhaps the quarter-full bottle in his left hand that had been in his hand which he was unaware of.
“Hey, eugh—” he grunted as he slid into the seat. The bottle in his left hand colliding with the marble kitchen island causing the bottle to shatter and the remaining liquid to spill on the floor.
“Oo,” he stared at the ground dramatically with a chuckle before facing toward the man placing his elbow onto the table and using his hand to hold his head up.
“Hey, you know.. I don’t think they deserved him. I don’t think they truly appreciate what he did for them!” Sayū’ was loud, loud enough for the person twenty feet away for him to hear clearly. He was also slurring his words. The “him” he was referring to was none other than Heiwa Sozo.
“These civilized people—they only care about themselves. The-they don’t care about anyone else. Maybe! MAYBE we do deserve to be era—"
Suddenly the words of the drunk became outstripped by an anomaly of what appeared to be stars sprinkling through his estate. They were ethereal, mixed with colors, and slipped into through his floor and fluttered around his being. His eyes fixated upon them and he aimed to decipher them but was too in awe to do so.
“Oi Oi Oi.. You see this or have I lost my mind?” What occurred next sobered him up then and there. Suddenly, the stars that were inside his estate had begun to gradually become brighter and brighter until they engulfed the entire room. As he looked into the light, beams of different hues skyrocketed past him. It was as if he was traveling at lightspeed through space. However, he was not. It was only his mind and as he recalled his drunken thoughts, his eyebrows furrowed in anger and it sparked the idea in his mind. The idea that men and women, children included, were all consumed by their self-preservation over humanities. It was why they required Heiwa Sozo, a pillar of peace that gave his life for others by standing against the world’s greatest threats. Not alone, but he could if required. He was merely the glue that brought others together. And there will never be another him. The only other way to ensure that the world would come together in times of need?
Extinction.
And start anew with chosen few. It became his first and foremost thought. The white tunnel of light with green beams of light began to slow down. And as it did, cracks began to form through the tunnel. The sound of mirror shattering almost came alongside the visual and bit by bit pieces fell which revealing his kitchen. Until suddenly it all burst into pieces and dispersed abruptly as an explosion had been set off. Through the corner of his eyes, his spacious white orbs fixated themselves upon Takewa. Not a word was said, but one could see the killing intent behind them. The intent not directed toward the man. It was to only foreshadowed what was to come. Somewhere in the distance blood-curdling screams would be heard. It seemed he was not the only one affected, but the villagers as well. He could smell it already. The blood that stained the ground. Within the hour the air would soon become tainted as well and then—then they’d be able to taste that beautiful, pungent sour taste of blood within the air. He licked his lips at the mere thought as a sinister smile began to form on his face. Slowly forming until it become stuck, following by a slow chuckle.
"Hah-hah... hahahahaha... HAHAHAHAHAH!"