May92013

The New Emperor

Akira let out a chuckle as he brushed off his hands after tossing aside a beaten plebeian, scowling at the pathetic grunt that dared call himself a ruler. He knew that a smug look had appeared on his face after the smirk, but did not very much care.

‘It’s not like I’ve let the fact that I’m the rightful ruler of two kingdoms in the other world have any affect on me in this world, oh no, not at all.’ I smirked at my own thoughts as Jagger promptly returned to his side, throwing aside two of his own enemies to the side like sacks of flour, and replacing the trench coat Akira had removed before the fight as he assessed all the inanimate bodies strewn across the spacious ground. Jagger said nothing as Akira clicked his tongue at his surroundings in disapproval.

“Why do low-class delinquents always have their bases in ratty, run down buildings? You’d think they’d use their influence on their territory to at least take over a small business or host club.” Jagger just closed his eyes and bowed slightly in Akira’s direction.

“That seems more of something along the lines of the Yakuza, Akira-sama.”  He seemed to think on the statement before sighing in agreement.

“I suppose that’s true. I guess it was too much to expect the local gang to be much of a challenge. Maybe the local Yakuza will be more of a challenge, but we already know they’ve set up their base in a whorehouse.” He clicked his tongue again. “They couldn’t even use a gambling house? It’s going to be seriously embarrassing to have to walk in there. Like I need to pay to get some-“

“Akira-sama, if you are having trouble deciding on a stronghold, why not simply create a ‘club’ at the school and occupy one of their many unused throne room. Not many students seem to even know it’s there as the doors are hidden behind a large curtain and not many use the Grand Hall to eat or study, preferring the many libraries or their own classrooms.” Akira didn’t bother to finish his previous sentence, contemplating Jagger’s statement. He smirked then, crossing his arms in a superior fashion.

“Fitting that our base would be a throne room. Alright we’ll do that…after we ensure that the local territory is under my reign again. All of them are fools for thinking that my changing schools would change who leads.” Convenient that his rich school was previously a European style castle.  Akira sighed and pat Jagger’s arm as he passed. “Good job, Jagger. Now let’s go finish off those peons that call themselves Yakuza so we can go home in time to eat, bathe, and sleep.” Jagger followed Akira wordlessly, knowing that he was eager to return home to sleep so he could see how the other Akira reacted to seeing his childhood friend in this world. Jagger also wished to see the prince’s reaction, having found amusement in how angry and flustered he got at such things and Jagger found very few things in his life amusing or even worth feeling for at all…not including Akira of course. Akira was his charge, his king, and most importantly, his family. No one would oppose Akira if Jagger could help it and Jagger could help very, very much.

November292012

Plans and Progress

(Sorry I lied in the AN. Jagger’s name also stays the same, but those are the only two, promise. I’ll try to put thoughts in italics but sometimes it doesn’t work so I’ll bold them too and if it doesn’t work then just identify it by this- ‘thoughts’)

As the transfer student began to leave campus, the surrounding students who had heard the gossip flying around throughout the day began going out of their way to avoid him. The waves of students that were flowing out of their respective classrooms parted for him as if he were Moses and they were the Red Sea. It had only been one day and already the majority of the student body were weary of him if not outright fearful of the intimidating figure. Even his rapidly acquired fan girls did not have the courage to simply greet him much less speak to him. Akira was taking the whole situation in stride. He was very much used to this treatment and he much preferred this to having to beat down fan girls with a stick and having to beat up every guy that claims he looked at them wrong. Though his new classmates had no knowledge of his previous reputation of being a gang leader terror at his previous school, it wouldn’t be long before word got out from those stuck up teachers not that Akira cared. If anything he was looking forward to the event especially because the teachers will petition to have him kicked out for that very reason. Ah, but it won’t be that easy. Akira had already given the school a ridiculously large donation and still and more to give, and his new school being a private institution basically gave the vip treatment to any student (or student’s parents) that coughed up the dough and Akira coughed up quite a lot. Now Akira wasn’t really one who flaunted his wealth if him previously going to an average public school was any indication, as well as the fact that none of his previous classmates even knew he was loaded, but when he saw an older version of the girl named Elena that he’d seen in his dreams when he was young just walking down the street with this school’s uniform on, well it called for desperate measures. Even if it meant going to the richest, preppiest, ridiculously safe school in the country and at the cost of his pride and painfully built up reputation as well as a dent in his finances.

   ’It’ll be worth it if I find the childhood friend of the other me, especially if she also dreams of that other place, but it’s not like I’m going to find out anytime soon. I can’t exactly go up to her and say ‘Hi I’m Akira, I’m your childhood friand in a different world!’ ‘ Akira resisted the urge to scoff aloud lest he frighten the plebians arund him, wisely keeping their distance from the apathetic looking ex-gang leader. It would take a while, but it would be well worth it. His other self has been looking for Elena since she disappeared all those years ago and here he found her completely by accident just walking down the street. Akira just knew that his other self was probably pissed if their dreams worked the same way. Akira just sighed and shook his head of the confusing thoughts as he approached the elegant (*cough-gaudy-cough*) school gates seeing another student who was getting the same treatment as him. The student was nearly a head taller than Akira and had smooth brown skin a shade or two darker than his own and his hair was coal black and wavy, held in a small ponytail to keep it from tickling his neck when loose. The daunting figure had blue eyes so clear they appeared transparent and if that weren’t strange enough, they seemed entirely devoid of emotion just like the rest of his already intimidating face, giving of an air of indifference that even Akira couldn’t beat, not that it kept him from trying. He walked right up to the student, surprising many of the surrounding student, all whispering the same thing.

  ‘The two new transfer students know each other?’ Of course if you think about, it’s a tad much to expect it to be coincidence that two students transferred on the same day and didn’t know each other. Akira ignored their whispering instead thinking on how Jagger was the only one he’s found so far that shares the dreams of the other world. he also had the same name there, like himself, but Elena didn’t. When Akira heard her name being said during roll call it was Ryuichi. Akira didn’t know if she was the only one who had a different name or if he and Jagger were the only ones who shared a name with their other selves. His thoughts returned to Jagger, remembering how they met. Akira had dreamed of the man since he was born, always the dreams being about a very large caretaker with dark skin and hair, almost like a guardian that protected him from the dangers he found himself in. What was strange was when he and Jagger met, Jagger was no older than himself. Both were barely five and it was strange to see the powerful and intimidating warrior he saw turned into a five year old child. Of course Jagger was just as disturbed by the dreams when they got past the shock of seeing the other at the playground and actually spoke, if only because he seemed to have memories of living for hundreds of years and feeling clumsy in his small body, not that any of these emotions showed on his face or frighteningly monotone voice, as devoid of feeling as his face. An unbreakable bond formed between the two as they shared their strange experiences with this other world and their other selves and only strengthened as they grew. Now here they were, attending an elite school to find one of the many colorful friends they made in that other world.

   ”Yo.” Akira’s broad shouldered companion merely straightened and gave a short nod of acknowledgement. “I didn’t get much today, but I got a few solid plans thought out for what we’re trying to accomplish so let’s get going. We have a lot to do.” Jagger simply nodded and took Akira’s bag in hand. Akira did nothing to stop him, shrugging it off, having gotten used to the tall hulky man’s servant/bodyguard like behaviour.

   ”Where do we begin?” His voice was deep and hollow and gave nothing away in the way of his own view on things but having been with him since they were kids, Akira learned how to read his friend’s emotions and knew that he was curious as to what his devious companion had planned.

   ”You’ll see when we get there.”

12PM
The most up-to-date version of the Fantasy World Akira. His eyes are a little too slanted, his nose is too high, and he has additional markings on his face and neck, but overall is the same. There’s mention of Light elves and dark elves if you can decipher my scribbles. Those are two of the races among around seven, I think, in the FW which I will explain at a later time.

The most up-to-date version of the Fantasy World Akira. His eyes are a little too slanted, his nose is too high, and he has additional markings on his face and neck, but overall is the same. There’s mention of Light elves and dark elves if you can decipher my scribbles. Those are two of the races among around seven, I think, in the FW which I will explain at a later time.

12PM
This is the hairstyle I couldn’t really describe in my first Painted Wasteland post. Sorry about the poor quality. Don’t worry about the scribbles or the date on the corner. I forgot to uncheck that option from the camera I was using and before you ask my scanner is crap and I didn’t have access to a better one so I was stuck with using a camera. YAY.

This is the hairstyle I couldn’t really describe in my first Painted Wasteland post. Sorry about the poor quality. Don’t worry about the scribbles or the date on the corner. I forgot to uncheck that option from the camera I was using and before you ask my scanner is crap and I didn’t have access to a better one so I was stuck with using a camera. YAY.

12PM
12PM

Small Description/ Author’s Note

I think I forgot to kinda clear up just exactly what this is so I’ll just do that now before I post up a new little segment of the story.This is a story I have been working on since probably seventh grade? And considering I’m signing up for classes for my second year in college I would say that’s a pretty significant amount of time. I’ve always wanted to make this into a manga or a web comic, but circumstances being as they are I have neither the equipment nor the money to get said equipment in order to accomplish either so I have finally decided to just write it out. I finally got to naming it in high school thanks to an ex-friend of mine who came up with the brilliant name of Painted Wasteland. The reason it was so difficult was because my story doesn’t really revolve around one genre, not that it encompasses all of them either, anyways moving on. The story basically revolves around a few characters the main protagonist being a young man named Akira. Akira, a teenager in the real world, has had strange dreams ever since he was born. he dreams of a place where magic exists as well as most things related to it, like mythical creatures and such. In actuality, his dreams are showing him a parallel universe that will later just be labeled the ‘Fantasy World’, FW for short, and he sees it through the eyes of his other self also conveniently named Akira. Rest assured that he’s the only character who does not have a different name in the FW. Basically, there are two plot lines happening in two different worlds that are parallel to eachother. I wanted them to offset eachother from one side having fantastical magic adventures to the crazy, but average, social happenings of a school life. Well, i kinda don’t feel like explaining anymore and I think I’ve described enough to bore anyone. I’m open to questions but I probably won’t get those here, my friends are a different matter though.

November132012

First day of Class

After the teacher got over his initial shock, Akira was shakily directed to sit in the only available seat at the back. Of course, Akira, being as abnormal as he already seemed to be instead opted for going straight to the seat right next to the student council president and bluntly told the poor boy sitting there to ‘move or die’ and so the boy though not intimidated but being of above average intelligence simply pushed up his glasses and gathered his things, moving to the seat that was chosen for the transfer student. No one commented as the newly dubbed Akira simply sat down, his arms behind his head and his feet on his desk while he looked at the ceiling, immediately zoning out. After the blatant display of disrespect the teacher was too stunned to do anything more than start the lesson. There were no delinquents at this school!! At least there weren’t supposed to be. This school was meant for the elite of the elite, the exclusive school for only the creme de la creme of the wealthy and powerful. Sure there used to be spoiled brats at the beginning that tried to pull rank or bribe with money and power but all were equally rich and influental so there was no    rank that one could pull on the other besides those given directly from the school. That was how the student council worked how the school worked and how it wasn’t politically destroyed even if kids went back to their parents to complain about being punished or getting bad grades. The school was MADE for such kids and meant to whip them into shape to become anything from political leaders, influencial businessmen/women, to all knowing geniuses in a specific field. The school was strict with their rules and they were upheld to the letter and so this new student who not only broke the dress code which was a large enough offense just showed blatant disregard for an entire system of perfect working order that made their institution so famous in the first place. It was fairly obvious that one of two things could very well happen with this new student; 1) he would be put down quickly and forced to behave like the rest were (which judging from his character thus far was very unlikely) or 2) this school was about to be pushed around by a single student. The teacher sighed, worried about having to meet the principal to report this later, thinking cynical thoughts.

   ‘As if having a crazy principal wasn’t enough. Nooo~, he just had to accept a problem student that looks like he’s the head of a gang.’ The teacher had no idea how accurate his thoughts were…

November72012
unendinglegacy:

Just a quick sketch of Elena. Actually I was trying drawing Akira, but somehow it turned into her…. Sorry Akira TT_TT, it’s not like you look like a girl or anything….Again this is the Fantasy World version of Ryuichi seeing as the description in my story post described her with longer hair and of course she doesn’t have horns or slitted eyes. I’ll explain those some other time.

unendinglegacy:

Just a quick sketch of Elena. Actually I was trying drawing Akira, but somehow it turned into her…. Sorry Akira TT_TT, it’s not like you look like a girl or anything….Again this is the Fantasy World version of Ryuichi seeing as the description in my story post described her with longer hair and of course she doesn’t have horns or slitted eyes. I’ll explain those some other time.

6PM
unendinglegacy:

So this is the Akira character from my previous post, but the thing about my story is that there are two parallel universes in it so there’s the ‘Fantasy World’ which has magic and mythical creatures in it and the ‘Real World’ which has the slice of life kind of thing going on. It’s pretty shitty and that thing connected to his eye is supposed to be a tattoo of sorts so I made it a different color, but i haven’t worked out the details. The red eye with the design in it actually has a function but i haven’t thought of anything yet so no cool power. This is obviously the fantasy world Akira so the real world Akira has a different left color eye and hairstyle along with human ears.

unendinglegacy:

So this is the Akira character from my previous post, but the thing about my story is that there are two parallel universes in it so there’s the ‘Fantasy World’ which has magic and mythical creatures in it and the ‘Real World’ which has the slice of life kind of thing going on. It’s pretty shitty and that thing connected to his eye is supposed to be a tattoo of sorts so I made it a different color, but i haven’t worked out the details. The red eye with the design in it actually has a function but i haven’t thought of anything yet so no cool power. This is obviously the fantasy world Akira so the real world Akira has a different left color eye and hairstyle along with human ears.

5PM

Character Introduction

* So I’m basically gonna write out little snippets of my story from now on. I’m not productive enough to give you a summary or anything in fact I’m surprised I’m writing it out at all, but this story has been stuck in my head since seventh grade and it’s not leaving. I’m a freshman in college now and I need to get it out so I’ll just start writing and stop this very long author’s note. Keep in mind that I’m trying to stick with a more Japanese culture when it comes to school and home lifestyle*

The classroom was just starting to settle down as the time for the first bell to ring approached. The teacher spoke shortly with his class representative, a young girl of fifteen with soft brown hair that reached to the small of her back. She was of average height for her age and just the same in weight if not lighter and her heart shaped face set many boy’s hearts aflutter and the girls into silent rages. Everyone knew the face of the student council president as she was the first freshman in their prestigious high school, or academy, to have gotten the title. Ever. Soon the bell rang and the student council president sat in her usual seat at the very front next to the window. The teacher soon called the class to order and quickly captured their attention with his next seven words.

   ”We Have a transfer student coming today-” The poor teacher didn’t even get to finish before classroom erupted into a flurry of immediate conversation and gossip. The teacher didn’t even get a chance to call the class to order before the door slid open revealing a student with snow white hair combed in a strange fashion and smooth dark brown skin. His eyes were sharp and very obviously heterochromic eyes, his right was a blue so light it was almost clear and his left was an amber so bright it seemed closer to melted gold. As if his natural appearance(if his hair and eyes were in fact natural) both his ears seemed to have endured multiple piercings all silver or obsidian black and his uniform was customized to basically be a black trench coat with an untucked classic white button up shirt, the first three buttons undone of course and no sign of the rule requiring black tie. Well at least his pants stayed within dress code though his very white sneakers was a different matter altogether. There was no sign of his indoor shoes. Overall the new kid screamed sinfully attractive bad boy, but all the boys and teacher saw was a delinquent. The teacher did his best to not let his disdain show in his voice as the student walked into the classroom standing right next to the teacher showing that he was at least a good six or seven inches taller than his own five six at least. Of course this only irked the teacher further and he managed to sound civil for what he needed to say.

   ”Why don’t you introduce yourself to the class and write your name on the board for good measure.” The transfer student said nothing as he simply picked up the white chalk and wrote his name on the board in sharp, neat writing before abruptly putting the chalk down and pivoting on his heel.

   ”My name’s Akira, just Akria. It’s nice to meet you plebians.” He smirked at the gobsmacked class.

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