Chapter 30:

Volume 1, Epilogue: Start of a Fire

Parable of the Renegades

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11:00 pm.Bookmark here

Trekking down a path of cobblestone, an adolescent boy returned home after spending a few hours at his part-time job after school. His feet were very active, its movements were inconsistent and every few steps he took included a skip that synchronized with an upbeat tune. The hooting of owls and the chirping of crickets were the sounds that rang in the middle of the night, but the boy heard none of that. He was too busy isolating himself from the real world with songs of Electroidol Angel-Tan playing through his earphones.Bookmark here

He had no preference when it came to Nihanese music. Even though he couldn’t understand or even bother to look up the translations online, a song would make his playlist so long as it made his heart race, or whenever he could fantasize about a scene to go along with the music like an anime opening.Bookmark here

With how diverse his playlist was, it wouldn’t make a good source for party music whether it played on shuffle or not. When one song from a pop idol stopped playing, another song of digital heavy metalcore might erupt a second later.Bookmark here

After stepping off the cobblestone path and onto the porch of a middle-class house, he hit the “pause” button on his smartphone’s touchscreen before wrapping the wire of his earphones around it in several loops.Bookmark here

As soon as the upbeat music ended, so did the boy’s upbeat demeanor. His expression had undergone a drastic change where everything drooped into a state of melancholy.Bookmark here

Returning home was always the worst part of every day for him. That was when he had to discard the fun and silly attitude he loved to wear in front of his friends, who made his life feel more colorful.Bookmark here

Before opening the front door, he stood in front of a window and used it as a mirror. He tucked his shirt into his pants and combed his fingers in one direction through almost every strand of his short black hair. After his fingers grew bored of doing it too many times to count, he checked his reflection.Bookmark here

A face that looked like he'd be an easy target for harassment stared back at him. Perfect, but not for him.Bookmark here

“I’m home.” The front door opened, and the boy announced his return. Unlike his earlier mannerisms, both the door and his voice had a notable lack of enthusiasm.Bookmark here

“Yo, Davis. What’s up?” A mature voice greeted him as he stepped foot into the house after scratching his shoes on the carpet outside. “Anything special happen today?”Bookmark here

“Eh, nothing really, dad,” Davis groaned like the door did when he closed it and tried to resist the urge to corpse at how his old man just tried to connect with him by talking like he was twenty years younger.Bookmark here

His dad sat in front of a desk wearing a cotton t-shirt and shorts. Apparently, he was doing some late-night work, and he was dressed to jump right into bed once he was finished, or until sleep claimed him first.Bookmark here

“What’s this?” Davis eyed the pile of papers and folders sitting on the edge of the desk to his father’s right before going over there to examine what was on top. “Someone made a huge commission?”Bookmark here

“Yup, one of our best clients is at it again.” His father told him as his pen wrote down his signature on the document in front of him. “This is going to become a big payday for us. And just in time before your summer vacation begins! Make sure you don’t overspend okay?”Bookmark here

Davis ignored his father and held the top document close to his face where he scanned the bare minimum of its details. Specifically, he went for what kind of weapon this client ordered from their family business.Bookmark here

He was set back at the equipment that was being ordered.Bookmark here

“No way… He wants a Burst Strider!?”Bookmark here

It was a recent creation of Davis. They were black leather shoes with a square buckle, which gave them an unassuming design on the outside, but they had a different inside story. Successfully crammed into the pair of compact footwear were the mechanisms of a double-barreled shotgun, allowing a blast of dual shells from a compartment below the heels. Not long after their production, they were mass recalled and tossed into a pile of rejections. The most common complaints from buyers included unbearable heat to the user’s feet after firing a shell, heavy recoil, and the hassle of reloading after firing once. It was a lesson Davis learned the hard way of moving on to designing his next invention right after finishing another. His reputation as a weapon designer took a hit too.Bookmark here

“I thought I never touched them after admitting they were duds. Or does this mean you’ve found a way to fix their defects?”Bookmark here

“I never touched them either.” His father continued to take a single sheet of paper from the pile on his right and sign it before putting it away into the growing pile on his left. “But the client insisted the overheating and reloading issues won’t bother him, so I accepted his order.”Bookmark here

Davis should have been happy for one of his creations finally getting purchased after a long time, but his lips curled down before they could form a smile. The atmosphere at home was just too heavy. He placed the sheet of paper back on top of the right pile then moved to the other side of the desk.Bookmark here

Checking the pile of already signed documents out of a growing curiosity, Davis saw for himself that this client had a notable fondness for firearms. While the legalization of weapons meant almost anyone could be dangerously armed, legal owners of the most dangerous ranged weapons such as guns were quite rare. A license for wielding a firearm required strict conformation to a set of rules and passing several qualifications with mandatory renewals every year. It was very common for people to break at least one of the rules due to ignorance or lack of concern, which meant having their licenses revoked permanently.Bookmark here

Another detail in the other documents caught Davis’ eye. Almost every weapon had the same description in the form’s “special request” section.Bookmark here

“Are you kidding me?” Davis almost gawked. “Aside from the Burst Strider, he wants all of his new weapons to be painted gold?”Bookmark here

“He even offered to pay extra for all the paint we’ll need,” his father told him. “I think we’ll need at least fifty gallons.”Bookmark here

Davis let go of his anxiety, shrugged and placed returned the papers he was inspecting back to their pile. “Well, if it makes him happy, then great I guess. Business is business anyway.”Bookmark here

Before he could leave his father and retreat to his room, Davis was stopped. His father had stood up from his chair, put both of his hands on Davis’ shoulders and took a closer look at the way his son presented himself. Even though it was his father doing this rough inspection, Davis couldn’t bear to look him in the eye. He instead closed his own and added more to that by looking away.Bookmark here

His father smiled. “See? Your dad knows what’s good for you! Now that you’ve cut your hair, we just need to wait for your goatee to grow back and I guarantee you will look very handsome! I told you trying to copy that junk doesn’t suit you.”Bookmark here

Davis bit down on his tongue until he almost drew blood from it. Thankfully, this forced him not to snap. As such, his words came out through his teeth with only a hint of animosity. “Nihan’s fashion sense is anything but junk, dad.”Bookmark here

His father didn’t listen. He was too busy assuring his son that soon enough, all the girls will be “throwing themselves all over him” once he attained the look he envisioned for him.Bookmark here

“Okay, dad,” Davis whispered and nodded once, but only to humor his father and not because he agreed with him.Bookmark here

As he marched upstairs with his bag slung over his shoulder. Davis’ father called out to son, telling him to smile more often. Davis felt that the reminder was unnecessary. He did smile a lot – just never in front of his parents because lately, nothing they’ve ever done for him made him want to be grateful. Davis repeated to himself the reason he felt so strained from them, especially his father.Bookmark here

He still won’t let me be myself.Bookmark here

When Davis opened his bedroom door, a room that was very in your face about the otaku culture greeted him. Every space on the shelves was occupied by his collections of manga, light novels, or poseable figurines of his favorite fictional characters. Every space in the walls was an easy way to learn about certain anime series or the trending Nihanese pop idols. It was his safe haven from the authority of his parents.Bookmark here

Anime, manga, or light novels always had something weird and wonderful to tell. They were always so bizarre and absurd, and for Davis, that felt like a breath of fresh air from what was locally created. It also provided him with a sense of escape and made him feel more special or unique than those who didn’t share his tastes. It was no fleeting thought that he occasionally pondered over what kind of a person he would be without them.Bookmark here

Then reality reminded Davis he was only reminiscing about the past.Bookmark here

His room had become Spartan with next to nothing in the way of decorations. Every poster that once covered the entire space had been ripped away from the walls or ceiling by an invasion of disgusted human hands. All that was left from them were their fragmented corners thanks to thumbtacks or scotch tape keeping them in place. The figurines and Nihanese manga and light novels would have been next to be thrown into the garbage if Davis didn’t rescue them first.Bookmark here

From his bag, Davis took out the second volume of “The demon princess and I are secretly dating in a faraway land while everyone else is expecting us to be having some ongoing epic fight to the death.” He thought reading it again after lending it to Lucas for some time would ease his pain, but the events of that day turned out to be too much for him to handle, and the current state of his room was just too depressing whenever he saw it. It wasn’t a safe place for him to read in peace even if he had locked the door.Bookmark here

Crouching down, Davis pulled out one of the storage boxes he kept under his bed. Opening the flaps on top, he took a moment to explore all the manga and light novels he had saved before letting his returned volume join them in hiding. It brought in a strange mixture of ease from memories of getting immersed in their content, but it also brought weight to his gut.Bookmark here

His nerves were acting up again. Looking at what he managed to salvage always made him remember that time his father declared his interests to be a bad influence on him as a person before proceeding to tear off every poster that covered the walls and ceiling of the room without any ceremony. Rather than sit and watch his father turn the room he spent so much time and money on into a merchandise wasteland, Davis saved what he could and hid them all in storage boxes meant for equipment.Bookmark here

The last light novel he looked at before returning it into its hiding place in the box was the eighth volume of “Hour Empty Child.” He was still waiting for volume nine and hoped it would hit the stores soon.Bookmark here

One day, Davis promised himself with clenched fists. I will earn enough money to move out of this forsaken place.Bookmark here

After shoving the box back under his bed, Davis let himself go and fell forward, crashing onto his mattress with a bounce. He ruffled his hands through his hair, reverting his clean-cut hairstyle back into something his father disliked. That made him feel a little better.Bookmark here

His muffled voice filtered into his pillow.Bookmark here

“Lucas, you freaking bastard… Were you hiding another side of yourself from me all this time!?”Bookmark here

Davis already felt like life had been antagonizing him for a while, but now another factor made it even worse. His best friend, a shy recluse who should have been unlucky with girls, actually scored himself one before he did? And not only did he score himself a girl so suddenly, but one from Nihan as well? What has been happening lately!?Bookmark here

Speaking of that girl, it was quite a pleasant experience albeit a simple one for her to introduce herself in her native language, Nihanese.Bookmark here

“Oh yeah, there was that.”Bookmark here

Davis rolled himself onto his back then held his smartphone above his face. He had an app that translated words from one language to another, but he used it as if its only function was Nihanese to English or vice versa.Bookmark here

While he couldn’t recall everything Rio said, the last part of her introduction still lingered.Bookmark here

“Let’s see here, ‘Himitsu wa watashi wa ansatsusha to haikyousha desu.’ I think that’s what she said.” Davis thought out loud as he typed some of the words one by one on the electronic keyboard of his smartphone’s touchscreen.Bookmark here

As much as he wished it to be true, Davis could never learn to speak Nihanese by watching anime. The dialogue of the characters was often exaggerated with quirks like speaking in puns or verbal ticks to make them sound more unique. But if there was one benefit anime had on Davis, it helped him get used to processing the Nihanese words he would hear. If it weren’t for that, Rio’s introduction would’ve come out as a speech filled with white noise.Bookmark here

He already knew the translation of “himitsu” was “secret.” There were far too many series where a cute anime girl would waggle her finger in tandem with the tease, “Hi~Mi~Tsu!”Bookmark here

“Ansatsusha” and “Haikyousha” however, triggered a state of alarm once Davis learned what they meant.Bookmark here

He sat up in a flash, adrenaline coursing in a torrent through his veins. His phone shook in his hands after he double-checked the words he typed.Bookmark here

“You’re kidding, right? Did Rio just tell me she is… an assassin… and a [Renegade]!?”Bookmark here

It took a moment, but Davis managed to regain control of himself when he considered the possibility that he may have gotten the words or translations wrong. People didn’t have a perfect sense of judgment and he wasn’t willing to jump to conclusions yet. Walking over to the other door in his room, which was the entrance to his private bathroom. Davis thought a nice warm shower would help him clear his thoughts.Bookmark here

Then he found a possible answer to his suspicion when he took off his shirt in front of the bathroom mirror. For a few seconds, he couldn’t comprehend the situation. He rubbed his eyes a few times then grazed a finger over what he saw. His finger felt ridges.Bookmark here

“Oh God, oh man... Oh God, oh man... OH GOD, OH MAN!!!”Bookmark here

It was no illusion. He saw it right there, sitting on the left side of his chest.Bookmark here

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A strange black mark that resembled a heart was trapped within a layer of three circles, which prevented two hollow arrows from trying to pierce it.Bookmark here

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