"Chthonia" by The_8th_Sin

A dull beep filled the air, filling the gap that the woman’s heartbeat had filled until a moment before.
“Okaa-san! Okaa-san!” screamed a boy, his eyes filled to the brim with tears, “Don’t leave me here! I don’t want to be alone! Please, don’t let her die! Someone help me! Anyone? God, do you exist? If you do, please help me! Don’t leave me here all alone!”
The medical machines could not be pleaded with. Her heart didn’t start again.

The dull beeps of the alarm clock cut through the silence.
A dark-haired boy groaned and opened his eyes a crack.
The alarm clock sat on his bedside table, singing a tone somewhere between F Sharp and G.
“Fuck you,” he said to his alarm clock and he pushed the snooze button.
The shades in his room were down, so it was dark and gloomy in the room. The only evidence that proved that it was morning was a thin band of light around the window shade.
The room was filthy. Strewn across the floor were empty beer cans, used fireworks, old cigarette butts, and old cigarettes themselves.
The alarm clock began beeping again.
“Shit,” he mumbled groggily and he reached for the snooze button again.
“Onii-chan!” called a voice from the other side of his bedroom door, “You have to get up! Don’t make me go in there!”
“You stupid bitch!” he called back at the door, “I told you to call me ‘Izanagi-san’ if you absolutely have to talk to me!”
“I hate calling you that!” said the voice behind the door, “That’s what Otou-san’s dinner guests always call him. It doesn’t sound right for you! And I told you to not call me a bitch!”
“I’ll call you whatever I like, bitch!” he snarled back at her, “Why don’t you go away? If you do, I’ll consider getting up.”
“Fine!” she snapped, “I hope for your sake that you do get up! Your High School attendance is awful!”
On the other side of the door, the speaker, a little girl with short brown hair, stomped away.

A short, balding man with thick glasses was eating a breakfast of eggs and toast. He was staring at a newspaper with determination when the little girl came in.
“Otou-san, it is my duty to inform you that Izanagi-san is not yet out of bed,” said the girl with biting sarcasm.
“Oh! Asuka-chan!” said the man with unconvincing surprise, “I was so enthralled with the paper that I didn’t notice you!”
A sweatdrop formed on Asuka.
“You know, Otou-san, it might be more convincing if you were holding the newspaper the right way up,” she said.
He looked down at the newspaper he was holding.
“Um…I was practicing reading upside-down!” he said laughing nervously, “It’s a useful skill in life! You should try it too!”
“Yeah, whatever,” said Asuka, “I’m off to school! And don’t bother asking: I’ve already got my bento.”
She was starting to leave, when he spoke again.
“Asuka-chan, was he rude to you again?” he asked.
The light reflected off of his glasses so that you couldn’t see his eyes.
“What do you think?” she said gloomily, and left the room.

The boy sat up in his bed and pulled out a cigarette.
“Shit,” he thought as he fumbled for his lighter, “It’s that time of the year again. It’s Satou’s birthday.”
He found the lighter and lit his cigarette.
“He’ll probably try to approach me during homeroom and lunch,” he thought, “That’s what he tried last year. I won’t be able to avoid him in homeroom, but I’ll be able to avoid him at lunch if I just eat somewhere besides the roof.”
He took a couple more draws on the cigarette, then dropped it on the floor and got out of bed.

“Izanagi-san!” said his father cheerfully, “How are you feeling today?”
“Like someone shoved their hand up my ass,” said the boy coldly, “In other words, just as good as I always do.”
“Er…would you like breakfast?” his father asked.
“No,” said the boy shortly, “I’m leaving now.”
“Don’t forget your bento!” he said, “I made it just for you! It’s right here on the table like it always is!”
The boy picked up the bento and swept out of the room without another word.

The boy stepped outside and looked up at the sky.
“What a dull day,” thought the boy, “It’s the kind of sky that doesn’t change to blue, but also never quite rains. It’s an unchanging sky that promises nothing but the decay of the world.”
He opened up the bento his father had made and dumped it in a shrub beside the entrance to his house before starting his walk to school.
After he was gone, his father opened up the door and peeked into the shrubbery.
“There it is again,” he said with a pained smile as he spotted the bento, “Just like yesterday, Susumu-chan.”

Izanagi arrived at his homeroom with more time to spare than he would have thought.
Before entering, he put out his cigarette. He wasn’t such an idiot as to smoke right there in the teacher’s presence.
He walked in the door and looked around.
“Satou isn’t here yet,” he thought, “I wonder if this makes it harder or easier to avoid him. Oh well.”
Most of the other students were already in their seats, chatting.
“Would you believe that, Mia?” a short, black-haired girl was saying passionately to a very bored looking girl with green hair, “He started eating a full ten seconds before the bell rang. There’s no way that that was unintentional! It was blatant defiance of the status quo!”
“Hmm, I see,” said Mia, staring out the window, “That’s too bad, Yuko.”
“You are listening to me, right?” asked the first girl.
Meanwhile, a girl with short, straight dark blue hair was sitting in the back row, playing with a doll. Her dull-grey, pupil-less eyes were completely focused on it.
“I’ve been wondering about that girl ever since I transferred here last month,” whispered one boy to another, “Is she, like, off-limits or something? Because I’ve never seen anyone talk to her!”
“No one really knows anything about her,” whispered the other boy, “Her name is Shizuka Persephone-san. All she does is play with that doll!”
“Is she enjoying it?” asked the first boy, “She doesn’t change her expression!”
“She’s got to be, right?” said the second, “If she didn’t, why would she always play with it?”
The first boy peeked back again to discover that Persephone was staring right at them with her dull, uninterested eyes.
“Gaah!” he yelled and he snapped to attention in his seat, staring forward with determination.
“Oh, crap,” whispered the other out of the corner of his mouth, “She’s looking right at us, isn’t she?”
“Shut up!” said the first boy, “Be quiet and we might get out of this alive!”
Meanwhile, on the left side of the room, by the window, a boy with purple tinted sunglasses and spiky red hair was flexing his muscles for an audience of squealing girls.
“Beautiful, huh?” he said with a charming smile, “I must admit: sometimes even I am shocked into disbelief when I look at my body in a mirror!”
“Wyvern-sama, how did you get such great muscles?” said one of the girls in awe, “Do you go to the gym to work out?”
“I don’t need the gym,” said Wyvern, “I was born this way. Only hopeless wannabes like Kazuki-kun here need to go to a gym.”
He pointed at a boy one seat over who was clenching his fists and pretending to not be listening.
“He has a bit of muscle,” admitted one of the girls, “But he’s nowhere near your level, Wyvern-sama!”
“Why are the girls all over him?” thought Kazuki, tears flowing down his face, “I go to the gym every day after club, but he gets all the attention! Why is life so cruel?”
“Hey, Wyvern-sama,” said one of the girls, puzzled, “Why is Kazuki-san crying?”
“You see, girls, some men are just manlier than others,” said Wyvern loftily, “Just because Kazuki-kun is, well, to put it in the politest way possible, only partially a man is no reason to—“
An anger mark appeared on Kazuki’s head.
“Shut up, Wyvern-san!” said Kazuki irritably, “Why don’t you talk with these girls somewhere far away from me?”
“His name is Wyvern-sama!” yelled all of the girls in unison.
“Give me a break!” said Kazuki, “How is he a lord? He’s just an idiot!”
Not too far away, a scrawny white-haired boy was listening in.
He looked at his arms curiously, and then tried flexing them.
“Look, Wyvern-sama!” said one of the girls said, spotting it immediately, “Look at how weak and pathetic Victor-san is!”
The white-haired boy turned completely red in the face and turned to face the front of the class.
“These people; how can they live life so casually?” thought Izanagi, as he walked through the classroom, taking all of this in, “Don’t they realize just how shitty existence is? Do they really not understand?”
He sat down in his seat.
There were twenty-five seats in the classroom, not counting the teacher’s. They were arranged into a five by five grid. The right side had the door into the room, and the left side was lined with windows.
Izanagi was seated in the exact middle, in the third column of the third row. There was no one in the seat right behind him, but two seats behind him, Persephone was playing with her doll.
“Alright, Satou will be here any moment,” thought Izanagi, “I need to prepare myself.”
Practically before he had finished the thought, the door of the classroom opened again, and a short, chubby boy entered the room.
He peered around the room, spotted Izanagi and walked right towards him.
“H-Hello, Susumu-kun,” he said when he reached Izanagi’s desk.
“Call me Izanagi-san,” said Izanagi, “What do you want, fat-ass?”
“U-Um, S-Susumu-kun,” he said, stuttering in fear, “W-Would you like to come to my birth—“
“Okay, class!” shouted the teacher, “Everyone quiet down! I have an important announcement!”
“Oh, whoops! Suzu-sensei is speaking,” said the chubby boy, looking slightly relieved, “I’ll just tell you later, okay?”
The boy sat down two seats over to the right. Izanagi thanked his luck that he was not sitting next to Satou.
Izanagi’s homeroom teacher, Suzu-sensei, was a young woman with blonde hair. She was very beautiful, but a little oblivious to this fact, so she didn’t notice the stares her students often gave her.
“Thanks for your attention,” she said, “I’d like to let you all know that a new student is transferring in today.”
“A girl or a boy?” asked Wyvern instantly.
“A girl,” said Suzu-sensei, “Her name is Azumi Anya.”
There was a silence. Everyone waited for Suzu to continue.
“Well?” said Yuko, “If you aren’t going to say any more, why don’t you just have her come in?”
Suzu-sensei looked around awkwardly.
“Er…she isn’t here yet,” she said, “I’m not sure why; the principal said that she dropped by at his office not too long ago. She should know which room to go to, right?”
“Late on the first day?” said Yuko, her hand over her mouth in shock, “What impudence!”
A sweatdrop formed on Suzu-sensei.
“You don’t suppose we could be a bit lenient on the first day, do you?” asked Suzu-sensei.
“No,” said Yuko, “As lincho, I have certain duties to maintain! Do you know just how out-of-control the students would become if—“
The bell rang, interrupting her.
“Well, I’m not sure what happened, but our new student didn’t get here,” said Suzu-sensei, “I hope that you’ll get to meet her tomorrow. Have a good day!”
The students got up in a rush to leave for their first classes.
“Why do people care about things like new students?” thought Izanagi, “Everyone is the same; what’s one more person?”
He looked around and realized that everyone had left besides him, even Satou.
“Shit!” he thought, “I should have left with the crowd so that he couldn’t approach me. Now, he’s probably waiting outside the door to ambush me. I’m not going to go to his retarded birthday party! I don’t need friends, and even if I did, I’d certainly get better friends than him!”
He walked to the door with an apprehensive feeling in his gut.
“I just want to be alone!” he thought, “Why won’t he leave me alone?”
He opened the door, and Satou’s flabby face greeted his eyes.
“Um…Satou,” he said, “Um, well, remember how I invited you to my birthday last year and you refused? Well I was hoping that this year—“
“Fuck off, fat-ass,” said Izanagi, and he reached out his hand and pushed Satou to the ground.
Without another word, Izanagi strode off to his next class.
“Excellent!” he thought, very pleased with himself, “That was brutal! Maybe that will actually stop him for good! I shouldn’t get my hopes up though. I’ll have to work hard if I want to keep him away from—”
Without warning, his chest burst into unimaginable pain.
This pain was something far beyond any pain Izanagi had felt before. It was not simply many times greater than stubbing one’s toe. It was a kind of pain which was incomparable to any other.
In mute horror, he stared down at his chest.
Something that appeared to be a steel spike had burst out his chest, spilling his blood and ripping through his clothes.
“What is this?” he said, his voice quaking with fear, “What the fuck is this?!”
“What are you talking about, kohai?” asked a huge upperclassman with rippling muscles, “Is something wrong?”
Izanagi stared at the upperclassman for a moment, dumbfounded.
“What the fuck do you mean?” he screamed, “I have a spike coming out of—“
He looked down again. There was no sign of the spike. His clothes were unchanged and there was no trace of blood.
Izanagi burst into demented laughter.
Everyone nearby slowed down and stared at him as they passed.
“I was joking!” he said manically, “Joking! I feel absolutely wonderful! You’re so gullible, sempai!”
“Well, it wasn’t a very funny joke,” said the upperclassman irritably, “I thought you were really hurt for a second. I thought maybe you had a heart attack or something.”
“I didn’t!” said Izanagi, “See ya!”
He got up again, stumbled a bit, and then continued walking.
“Hey, kohai,” called the upperclassman, “If you have a problem, feel free to ask me for help. My name is Hideo Katashi.”
“Why would I want your help?” said Izanagi scathingly.
“Wow! That kid has problems,” said Katashi, watching Izanagi leave, “I’d report him, but dammit! I forgot to ask his name! I’ll just keep an eye on him in the future.”

“What the fuck was that?” said Izanagi, still out of breath.
Instead of going to his next class, Izanagi went up to the roof to have a smoke and recollect his thoughts.
Izanagi drew on the cigarette and stared at the dull gray sky.
“Calm down, Izanagi,” he told himself, “You’re fucking losing it! Just look at it from a logical perspective. Where would a large sharp spike have come from? Where could it have gone? I was seeing things! That’s all!”
“Squeak!”
Izanagi looked down and saw a small gray rat by his feet, looking up at him.
“Hey, shoo!” he said, “Get away from me!”
The rat didn’t move. It squeaked again and continued staring.
“Fuck off!” he yelled and he stepped on it, crushing it instantly.
Blood oozed onto the roof and stuck to Izanagi’s shoes.
“I don’t get it!” thought Izanagi, “Why didn’t it try to run away? Was there something wrong with it?”
He happened to glance towards his left.
There on the roof, was a swarm of rats. Izanagi couldn’t count them all, but it must have been more than twenty. They were all staring at him in the same way.
“Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!”
His cigarette lighter fell to the ground, but he didn’t notice.
“Um…right,” he said nervously, watching them, “I’ll just…go to class now.”
He bolted for the door back into the school. The rats did not follow.

One block later, it was time for Biology with Suzu-sensei.
Izanagi decided he had calmed down enough to go. The spike and the rats were both weird, but when you considered all the normality in the world, you realized that such things could not happen, so therefore, they had not.
Izanagi entered into his Biology classroom, which was also his homeroom.
Many of the people from his homeroom were also in his Biology class. Yuko was talking to Mia, Wyvern was bragging, and Persephone played with her doll. Fortunately, Satou was not in this class.
“Okay,” thought Izanagi, sitting down in his seat, “I’ll make a deal with myself. I’m going to stay alert this entire block for anything weird. If nothing happens, I can forget about the rats and the spike altogether!”
“Attention, everyone!” called Suzu-sensei, “It’s time to begin class now!”

Not too long after the beginning of class, Izanagi wished he hadn’t made the promise to stay alert. Listening to Suzu-sensei talk about classifications of organisms was so dull, it made him ache for a cigarette.
“So, scientific names are based on the genus and the species of the organism,” said Suzu-sensei, “So, if we had an organism with the genus “Homo” and the species “Sapiens,” what would the scientific name be?”
“It’s interesting how everything is completely classified,” thought Izanagi, tuning out the teachers voice, “It leaves no room for exceptions. Trees are trees; rodents are rodents; humans are humans. The greatest lie of humanity is the delusion that we are all special. In the end, we are simply part of a cycle with no beginning or end; a cycle of life and death.”
Izanagi smiled bitterly.
“We are like other animals: we are only interested in ourselves and our own well being,” he thought, “Without exception, every organism that is alive is selfish, because that is the only way for a species to thrive. All animals kill, backstab, and compete for resources through-out their entire lives. If you look closely, behind all kind actions are selfish motivations: parents care for their kids to protect their own genes, kids buy presents for others on their birthdays with the understanding that they will get presents on their own, and people only give to the poor to get that pathetic, self-satisfied feeling that they have broken the cycle of selfishness. What hypocrites! These patterns are immutable and absolute! They cannot be altered or challenged. Not only that, but they are all-encompassing!”
There was a terrible ripping sound, and spikes began to grow out of every surface on Izanagi’s body, spilling his blood everywhere. By now, Izanagi only vaguely realized this. He felt somehow entranced with his thoughts, and couldn’t stop himself now.
“If there were another form of life, like an alien of some sort, the rule would apply to that creature as well!” he continued, his thoughts spurred on by some sort of twisted momentum, “It bypasses physical objects like atoms and repeats itself again and again! This universe is programmed to create cruelty in all things! That’s why everyone is the same!”
The agony of the spikes was next to unbearable. Izanagi felt as if his mind would snap at any moment.
“That’s why I hate Asuka!” he thought, “That’s why I hate Otou-san! That’s why I hate Satou and Wyvern-san and Suzu-sensei and Mia-san and Yuko-san and Victor-san and even that bitch behind me who’s playing with that doll. I even hate Okaa-san! When she died, I thought I would be sad! I even cried because I tricked myself into believing I was unhappy. But the truth was, I didn’t miss her at all! Her death just showed me the truth: even in death, humans continue to be selfish! She left me behind and died! Fortunately, I saw through her ploy! I saw what a disgusting monster she really was! I realized that there was no reason to fear being alone. After all, the only alternative is the agony of being with other humans, and I would sooner die than choose that! Yes, I’d much rather die!”
The door to the room banged open.
Everyone besides Persephone, including Izanagi, jumped.
Izanagi’s thoughts suddenly derailed. The spikes receded back into his flesh, leaving no trace behind.
“What’s going on?” asked Suzu-sensei.
A girl with long, sleek blonde hair and bright blue eyes had kicked in the door and entered the room. She was wearing a triumphant smile as if she was a general coming back from a great victory. She crossed her arms and surveyed the room.
“Hello!” she said cheerfully, as stars dazzled behind her, “Sorry for keeping you waiting!”
“Er…who are you?” asked Suzu-sensei, clearly bewildered.
“I’m the transfer student,” she said, unperturbed, “Nice to meet everyone! My name is Azumi Anya!”


Preview:

Izanagi: “This girl can’t be for real.” (Izanagi, sitting at his desk, head in his hands)
She’s annoying, (Anyu grabbing and pulling Izanagi’s cheeks) she’s stupid, (Anyu standing in front of the class, looking clueless), and worst of all, she won’t leave me alone! (Anyu reading over Izanagi’s shoulder in the library) Also, Satou still hasn’t given up on inviting me! (Izanagi hiding around a corner while Satou walks by) This has added up to be one of the worst days ever! (Izanagi smoking a cigarette in an empty classroom) Oh yeah! Also, I have this sudden urge to kill everyone around me! That’s kind of annoying too!” (Izanagi with a twisted smile, holding up his hand, which has spikes extending out of every fingernail. His eye is twitching dangerously.)

first off ... WAY too much daialog ... and WAY too many asides that are put in like daialog ...
names ... what the hell is up with the name "Shizuka Persephone" ... The first name sounds Japanese then the last name sounds like a Greek mythologic sound cannon ...
and "Wyvern" sounds more like a last name than a first name and it sounds like he can fly
with a school with names ranging so widely im expecting a whole lot more diversity in culture localization
The point where people in the classroom are all gosiping about different junk ... Dood ... to the main character the gosip is all going to sound like "skighmtox43t-s$#S^c54sy46v%^Y%#&^$eD VfgvdCGSDgdrtgscgr" if its all happening at the same time ... and how would you plan to direct this gossip scene if it WERE an anime ... there would be far to many camera cuts and people are expecting time to progress as only one conversation continues ...

Honestlly im tierd of the "it was an ordinary day" opening

The opening tosses you into a very familiar state ... every1 has struggled out of bed at one point ... so every1 can easy understand his situation ... you imediatelly implied that the main character had a huge reputation in the household making the family seem more credible ... U can tell that sumthing bad has recentlly happened in his life cuz people just dont go out saying how boring and hollow their lives are to nobody ... and i hope to see that soon when i continue reading