Kenta was trapped.
The attack on the foriegners staying at the hotel went off without a hitch. Originally, the attack was intended during the day- But Daichii rethought that, and moved the schedule to the night previous. Much to the surprise and joy of him and the rest of the gang, the Chinese businessmen not only didn't have any muscle to guard them, their luggage held piles of money and bricks of fine, white powder.
He had heard of this before- That some gangs, when they wanted to initiate new members, would lock them into cells or dunk them into pools of water to test their mettle before they were allowed to join. He had always thought that it was exaggeration, that it wasn't such a big deal.
Kenta took his share of the money with glee. It wasn't too hard to find people selling all the things he'd ever wanted but couldn't have- Pornographic magazines, video games, even a handful of knives designed to throw or stab with equal ease. Perhaps he could fashion himself as some sort of ninja in the group? He didn't have powers like Daichii or Ren, so he'd have to make due with his own strength and cleverness...
Now, clawing at the sides of the metal coffin that held him, he knew better.
"These are the ones who want to join?" The man asked with a sneer. "Wet behind the ears whelps who think that brute force is the height of power... Pfah."
The first couple of hours hadn't been so bad. He'd been able to sit, meditate, tell himself it wouldn't be long. After that, though, time began to blend together. He wasn't sure how long he'd been in here, anymore- he couldn't see any light from the air slits, couldn't hear the sounds of people murmering outside, couldn't even smell anything but the acrid tang of his own piss and blood.
"Test us then!" Daichi boasted, perhaps too loudly. "If you doubt our strength, then let us show it to you!"
It was pointless. He was alone, he was powerless, he was going to die...
He was floating in a sea of stars. He had no body nor mind, and yet he existed without either and watched as twin beings moved, drifting through the astral sea towards a planet formed of water, earth, air and fire.
He got the sense of communication- Concepts his being wasn't designed to grasp, but was able to hold an inkling of, skimming across the surface of what he was. Then he fell, and there was the sudden sense that he was being watched as he plummeted towards the earth- Towards Japan- Towards
himself.
Kenta arched, not quite screaming as information poured into his mind. There was an instant where he was aware of the entire world around him, but then the focus narrowed down- To himself, to a blinking sense of other things beyond the wall of metal he was trapped behind. Then the sense was gone almost completely, leaving only a vague awareness at best.
The coffin opened with a single, wide swing, and Kenta fell to his knees outside it's confines. He looked up into the narrow eyes of the man who had ordered his imprisonment.
The man smiled thinly. "It seems you might be more useful then I thought."
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