"Seidai" aka "Justice" by SetsunaHaptism

Planet Earth had fallen far from its golden age. The government, as well as almost all else, was owned by economic criminals. Since the disappearance of a great hero in the world who instilled fear in the criminals, causing them to behave, disappeared, the world had been slipping further and further into the dark. A college-bound high school protegy had attempted shortly following the disappearance to use his expertise in investigation to find this lost hero, but was unsuccessful. His failure destroyed the last hope of the world for a bright future, making the darkness seem inevitable for an eternity. Kyoudai Seishin was this protegy’s name, and this loss took him by an unfortunate surprise, and soon there was little hope for his career in criminal investigation. He instead was forced to pursue investigative Journalism, a career, which he was forced to believe to be all he was capable of. After college graduation 6 years later, Kyoudai, whom had lived in Japan all his life moved to a city in the United States called New York City, hoping that he would at least be able to get some interesting stories there.
Kyoudai, worked as a journalist for the Silent Needle, a small-scale newspaper company, which allegedly had a connection to this long lost hero. He soon found that his job was not so interesting as he expected, and after a while, his mind began to slip and he become more robotic in his personality than anything else. He grew to follow the exact same ritual every day, awakening at 8:00, getting ready from 8:05 to 8:55, walking 10 blocks to the train station, then catching the 9:15 train to work. He would leave work at 8:00, catch the 8:15 train back to his home, walk 10 blocks back to his house, stopping along the way at the local research center every Monday, arriving at his house at 8:35, eating a delivered sushi dinner at 8:40, then going to bed at 9:00. His life had become so mechanical that he himself lost most of his daily sense of what was going on. Every day was blurred togeather, and soon 3 years had passed without him even noticing.
It was Monday, so Kyoudai decided, or rather automatically went to the research center, but his ritual was soon broken when he heard the click of a gun. He rolled out of the way and was approached by 3 men carrying semi-automatic handguns.
“What do you want from me?” said Kyoudai in a panic.
“Last week, you got our boss locked up ‘cause of an article that you wrote. We’re simply gonna make you pay your debt to our organization,” said the largest one standing in the middle.
Kyoudai knew who these men were as a result of their statement and quickly bolted running, dodging the bullets by sliding into an allyway behind the research facility. He tripped on a crack in the pavement and fell into the side of a dumpster behind the building. He could hear sirens in the distance. The men were running towards him right as he saw a window above him slide open and a scientist tossed a test tube filled with a strange black substance out of the window thinking the dumpster was right below. The test tube shattered as it hit Kyoudai’s head. The shards of glass had caused him to bleed, but the black liquid distracted him. It appeared to be a living organism, an assumption, which was demonstrated when it started to cover his body. It was an odd feeling, but was soon replaced with a feeling of power.
Kyoudai stood up with surprising ease and smirked as the criminals came near him. They started shooting, but the bullets looked as though they were moving in slow motion. He dodged them with ease then landed hard punches in each of the men. To his surprise, they caved in and he heard the crunch of bones. Kyoudai was soon filled with panic as he realized that the criminals were dead. He gathered his scattered things and then took off towards his house, soon learning that he could scale walls with ease as well.
When Kyoudai arrived at his house he immediately went to a mirror because something about his face felt off. His reflection at first startled him, with the razor sharp, pointy teeth and ghostly eyes, but he soon overcame that fear. He detirmined that he could use this new fear-instilling image of his to fill criminals with fear once more. His power would double up with that and allow him to start punishing criminals. For the first time in years, Kyoudai Seishin felt whole and happy…
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Next Chapter…
Kyoudai Seishin has excellent new power, but in order for him to kill safely he must first learn something about his powers, and what he learns is a terrible and potentially deadly truth. Can Kyoudai save himself without forfeiting his powers?

Kyoudai figured that it would be wisest for his own safety to give himself a secret identity. He went through a series of names in his mind, but was unable
to find anything that really fit him. He managed to hide the strange suit, from which he seemed to get his power, underneath a new all black tuxedo that
he had bought. However, it became apparent to him that the suit was more negative than positive on his psyche as he slept that night. He decided that it
would be best to seek the scientist who had dropped the vial in order to learn more.

That day at work, he published an article about the deaths of two crime ring members (the same two who had attacked him the day before). He submitted it
and it was to be in the Sunday paper. Kyoudai made a request with his boss to have his name put in Kanji on the paper, hoping that most criminals would
not be able to track him down as a result of this. His boss agreed, and Kyoudai returned home for the day, deciding to make a stop at the research facility.
He entered and requested to independently make his way to the room. He wandered to the room and saw the name “White” on the door.

“Can I help you?” said a shaky older scientist in response to Kyoudai entering the room.

“Yes… I believe you can…” said Kyoudai releasing the suit and turning into the monstrous being that it left him.

The scientist jumped but grew calm when he realized that Kyoudai did not have any intent of harming him. “What do you want from me?”

“I want any research or information you have about this…” replied Kyoudai, making a gesture to the suit.

“That what you are wearing is called a symbiote.”

“I see… a symbiote is a parasitc organism that slowly devours its host, is it not?”

“That is correct… you must remove it immediately or you will be killed.”

“I cannot do that… the power that it gives me is perfect for what I need. Any other options?”

“…not really…” said the scientist hesitantly.

“I would advise you to tell the truth!” said Kyoudai as he lunged towards the scientists, grabbing his throat.

The scientist continued to resist Kyoudai, and as Kyoudai squeezed the life from his eyes, the scientist’s gaze fell from Kyoudai’s face to a bottle filled
with a clear liquid on the counter. Kyoudai threw the scientist at the ground, and grabbed the bottle. It was labled, “Symbiotic Cure.” Kyoudai read the
instructions on the bottle and drained the bottle of the liquid in his mouth.

Kyoudai felt a burning in his chest and coughed. He moaned as the burning spread across his body, fusing the symbiote with his skin. The symbiotic suit
grew closer to his skin and shape, as his hair moved through the symbiote. Kyoudai attempted to make himself of human shape once more, but was unsuccessful.
He picked up the label on the bottle and read the sideffect list. He soon realized that he would forever look as he did, while maintaining the powers of
the suit. He was at first frightened, but soon accepted it as his own personal curse to influence his actions as the world savior from crime.

On the way back to his house, Kyoudai stopped at an art store in order to get materials to make a mask to conceal his identity. The shopkeepers were fearful
of his appearance, so he made his way in and out, dropping the exact amount of money to pay for his supplies on the counter. He had additionaly bought
materials to make attire to accompany his new outlook.

Once at home Kyoudai gave himself a thorough physical analysis, discovering that most of his internal organs were no longer active, nor necessary. He did,
however, realize that he needed sleep, as he had grown very tired before noticing that it was midnight. He immediately fell asleep, planning to take time
off his job over the next couple of days and begin taking on his new career.

Over the next couple days Kyoudai worked on the mask that was to be a perfect replica of his natural face. He completed it Saturday evening and was impressed
at how it looked identical to him, or rather the old him. He would wear it to work everyday and conceal his neck with a scarf.

Sunday came around and Kyoudai received the paper with the article he wrote on the third page. He was soon irritated, as his name had been written incorrectly.
Even though he wanted to somewhat conceal his identity, he would have prefered for it to be possible to be found by the smarter of criminals so that he
could eliminate them without the annoying chase. His irritation soon faded though, as he noticed that one of the characters used to spell his first name,
and one used to spell his last name could be arranged to spell out the japanese word for justice: Seidai…

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Next Chapter:

Seidai has emerged as justice for the world, but while at work he meets someone interesting… someone who gives Kyoudai a little bit of a history lesson...