A lone crimson eye peered through a vast, age stained window on the top floor of the brick mansion. The silhouette appeared to be observing. Planning. Thinking. Rain drummed rhythmically on the roof, filling the empty silence that had previously existed.
The figure receded farther into the structure, glancing into an antique mirror that hung proudly in a corridor. He adjusted his eye patch and smoothed out his shaggy hair. He then turned abruptly, a sudden boom of thunder making his motions appear more dramatic.
Roy held out a hand, his long fingers lifting to reveal a peculiar dark spot. This was where the dark stone had absorbed into him. He closed his eyes, focusing some sort of energy deep inside him. The dark spot began to glow dimly, casting an eerie light forward as shadows began to spawn in front of him.
A total of five shadow figures were now gathered, waiting lifelessly for commands. The smirk Roy wore was sinister yet subtle, patient but demanding.
"I want you all to scout out the other stones. Find where they are and report back to me." He ordered with interest. The shadows obeyed immediately, soaring through the walls and out of the mansion with haste.
Roy swiveled around gracefully, making his way down the spiral staircase that wound through the building. He came to the grand double doors at the face of the home and opened them, striding outside despite the trickling rain. Tall metal fencing encased the property, preventing any chance of entering without welcome. A withering tree with a creepy aura guarded the property, also providing a perch for an elderly vulture with threatening eyes. No person in their right mind would want to come near the spooky grounds of Roy’s estate.
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Haruki was rather upset when he saw a bold flash of lightning on the horizon. The beach was not a good place to be during a thunderstorm. He glanced down with disappointment at his hand, which held only a small, chipped seashell. He had been hoping to find more shells for his mother, who adored anything related to the ocean.
Small droplets of rain began to attack the unsuspecting brunette, who responded by turning toward the direction of his home. Times like this made Haruki glad that he resided in a beach house. He began to walk briskly toward the shelter, placing his hand over his eyes to block the rain drops.
Not really watching his step, the slightly clumsy young man came toppling forward when he tripped on a large rock. The shell he had collected for his mother came soaring out of his hand and onto the sand. He looked around frantically for it, ignoring the thunder that was growing in volume.
Though Haruki failed in his quest to find the shell, he did see something else. A shimmer in the corner of his eye caught his attention, beckoning him over to a small pink stone buried partially in the damp sand. He put on a wide grin, knowing that his mother would absolutely love the little stone.
Eager fingers wrapped themselves around the tiny treasure, brown eyes examining it for a mere instant before they witnessed an unusual pink flash. Haruki shrieked in fear as the stone sank into him. He shook his hand in a futile attempt to detach the rock. The process finally finished, leaving the confused and frightened young man with a heart shaped pink outline on his hand. Little did he know that he also sported pink hair and matching pink eyes.
Shocked and in disbelief of the whole experience, Haruki decided against returning home. He instead sought out shelter beneath a tight cluster of trees that were rooted right outside the sandy border of the beach. He held his hand and looked into it curiously. He felt a bit different- more caring of people. He had always been kind, but suddenly he felt less distant and more in tune with others. He shook the feelings away, watching the rain collide with the sand.
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