He looked beyond the river of Yokohama from a terrifying height. He felt like a God who looked over his people, his creations. He was not a God, no, he was anything but a God. He was a sinner, a phony little fake servant of Him who he tried to please day by day since the day Fyodor realized his worth. He was to bring calamity upon men who went against his plans.
Ability users were the first Fyodor pointed his finger at when he came to blame someone for this world's state. So much evil, so many horrific crimes and so much injustice caused by ability users. He was not dumb, he knew humans themselves- ability users or not- were equally at fault but he was wise enough to capture the feeling of a world with less crime and injustice.
This world was closer than many thought. This future was laying in the palm of his hand and carefully caressed until Fyodor would find fit to let it expand all over. With the world gaining its wings, he too would gain the place he deserved close to his King.
December 24th 20XX was the date, 11:28 at night. He wore the exact same clothes he always wears: a fluffy white ushanka matching his white button up with purple buttons, the buttons also matching his burgundy-violet eyes. What brought contrast were the black boots and black coat over his outfit. Nevertheless, Yokohama was cold, especially with the sea right next to it, so he very wisely decided to wear some black gloves and scarf as well.
The black scarf swayed from the chilly wind, his hair danced in a peaceful rhythm as well. He listened as the water in the riven lashed at the rocky docks, the small amount of cars driving past him behind his back (it was Christmas Eve after all), someone's books hitting against the pavement in quite an annoying way.
He needn't turn his head too much to notice someone running towards him. Not to reach him just to run right past him. He paid no attention, though he was interested to know who would be out at this time. It was almost midnight, most were home with their families.
He looked at the river again and waited for the person to run right past him and into the darkness of the other side of the bridge. That never actually happened. He only heard a 'slam' behind him and a tried-to-be-bitten-down wince. His eyes failed to stay unfocused and widened, slightly turning his head to his right to see… nothing. He looked down and there it was, the person who was running half a minute ago. The person tried getting back up with an embarrassed face but pain was also pretty visible. They had seen him now, it would be more than rude to ignore them.
"Are you alright?" he said but did nothing else to help them up.
"Yeah fine, thanks" they responded as they finally got up and patted dirt off their clothes. They took extra care patting their right knee pad, presumably from an injury. They stood up straight and sighed before they smiled at him. "I was rushing home to see my family, I haven't gotten to see them in a while especially with work".
Fyodor nodded and looked back towards the river, officially ending the conversation with this gesture. Or so he thought before he heard them speak again.
He turned his head once more to look at them with a tired and confused look. "And me"?
"Yeah, it's almost Christmas, won't you go home? Oh wait! You don't celebrate? Sorry, I understand that you may be from another country since you don't look Japanese but I'm not sure which countries celebrate-"
"I do not." he cut them off. They muttered an "oh" before he continued saying "not yet."
"January 7th" he said and turned towards the river. Maybe now they would leave. They didn't, they had plenty of time for a chat with a stranger. It was amazing though. Most people who would trip in front of strangers would run off embarrassed but they stayed.
"And you will do nothing tonight?"
He hummed in response and didn't look at them, he kept staring at the river. He closed his eyes and tilted his head up slightly, as to beg God to lead them away. His torture was not over yet, it seemed.
"And you'll be alone during such day?"
That was the most interesting thing that had come out of their mouth during the entire time, mostly because of how worried they sounded. Worry was human after all but to show such emotion for a simple stranger? Impossible, foolish even. That made him look at them straight in the eyes after some time of uncomfortable silence.
They widened their eyes. "I apologize, I didn't want to sound rude. It's just that me and my family always get together for this holiday."
Fyodor nodded at this new information, though his patience was running thin and it showed. He only responded with a dry "yes". This time he waited for them to say something back instead of daydreaming the night away.
And even if he decided to look back the river, to admire the peacefulness he had moments ago, a simple phrase they uttered was enough to startle him so much he would not be able to daydream or even attempt to escape this reality for a long time.
"You could come celebrate with us!"
His eyebrows furrowed and his head tilted enough to look as if he was examining a different kind of species. That was new. To say he was shocked was an understatement. He had not experienced such… kindness? Foolishness maybe? He even started feeling suspicious of them.
They only went on to explain that their parents would be there, that the food would be fresh, that Christmas was in less than half an hour and he wouldn't miss the "good stuff". They were thoughtful enough to tell him how they would inform everyone not to be shocked when you would point out how Fyodor celebrated a couple of days after 'normal' but it was the thought that counted. Thousands of thoughts went through his head to understand the person in front of him, but he hadn't managed to fully to do. He was a mastermind, he could see what went through a person's head in mere seconds.
He didn't smile, only stood up straighter and vanished the dark look off his face. What stayed was a neutral, clean face instead.
"I will pass on the offer, thank you. You do not want to be late, surely?"
"It's Christmas sir, you don't want to stay by yourself right?"
At that he chuckled ever so slightly and confidently said: "I find peace in my loneliness."
They were not the same, so they didn't understand him. They didn't push the subject, only nodded uncomfortably, like a child when they admit to messing up to their parents. They huffed and looked around before looking back at him and nodding with a small smile.
"Happy holidays then! And a merry Christmas for January 7th."
Fyodor nodded as if dismissing them, and they walked away. Finally, he could look back towards the river. Suddenly the water was much brighter, the atmosphere warmer, the wind had almost vanished and he felt like his scarf was not needed any more. He was being warmed up by the colorful lights of Yokohama, which he had not noticed before.
And he continued to admire the view, as he heard a small 'shoot, is that the time' and boots rushing further and further away.
Merry Christmas to everybody! I wish health, joy and much success to everyone ❤️🎄✨
This story is also on my AO3 here. Kudos much appreciated :)
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