美しい

"Oliver... how boring. Don't expect me to remember it. Oh, and just so you know, I'm Kousuke Kamiya. Perhaps you've heard of the Kamiya name? my daddy is incredibly rich, you kn-- AH!"

A horrified gasp suddenly escaped his lips, interrupting his brattish whining as he noticed the broken remains of his figure on the floor, the tiny robot in pieces, one wing off to the side, head halfway across the pavement... quickly scraping up what he could, he forcefully trust the pieces that he held in Oliver's face.

"LOOK! Look at this!! This is your fault!! Do you know what you've done??"

Oh, it looks like someone threw this toy sword at Oliver. He picked up the sword…and then found himself being yelled at by an angry teenager. It made poor Oliver flinch. Maybe this toy belonged to him?

"By the tool of Gods chosen one I mean mine. Now get your hands off that, you're nowhere near beautiful enough to lay your fingers on such a thing"

He snatched the toy sword off the child, having forgotten by this point that it was merely a replica that he was looking down on moments ago, and flicked his hair over his shoulder, smirking.

Hive City. An entire city built for the purpose of an experiment. The people in it ripped away from their normal lives to be placed inside it reduced to mere lab rats.

How interesting.

Well, it was no Second World, that much was certain. However, there were a fair few similarities, which made Seledy begin to question the legitimacy of the experiment and the state of this ‘world’ and its leaders. He thought it natural that he was going to have to make everyone else involved question the morality of those behind the Hive City experiment as much as he had already begun to.  A World Saver’s job is never over, it seems.

"Excuse me." Seledy smiled as he attempted to catch the attention of a passer-by, in hopes they would be able to provide him with more information on the hideous state of this ‘experiment’.

Kousuke mumbled angrily to himself as he stormed the streets of Hive city, clenching the figure of his beloved Lucifer close to his chest. He had no time for this – only recently he had to put his overseas studies on hold so he could deal with a request from his father, and although that didn't particularly bother him, he wasn't expecting this… whatever it was. Despite this, he clung to a thread of hope that this was all some sort of set up from his father, and so his first course of action was to seek out daddy and see if he could fix this horrible mistake.

Suddenly, he heard an unfamiliar voice from behind, and he spun on his heels, facing the blue haired stranger smiling up at him. Kousuke had to physically stop himself from replying with a disgusted “ugh”, but his face twisted into a disapproving frown nonetheless. He stares at them for a moment, before flicking his hair behind his ear, looking away.

“And why should I tell you?”