Kumori (FINISHED!!!!)

Kumori lived a trouble life. From a child he was born into a small poverty stricken home on an island without a name. The young family did their best to provide an ample future for their only son. The young family did the best they could to raise him right and had him reading by the age of three. It was only a day later that the grim found their way onto the island. In just one night, the entire island was wiped from existence leaving only two small children surviving the attack almost completely buried in dust and ash of their dead families. An old huntress that had been hunting the grim came to the island finding both the children and taking them under her wing.

Although the woman was certainly caring, it could be said that she wasn't the best mother. She always did her best trying to make the children become the best men they could be, to become strong hunters. Her life as a hunter had made her bitter and cold, she no longer saw the world as beautiful, only dying, and she wanted to save her two new children from having  to find out. They were going to be taught. She took them to her home, an island further then any, only inhabited by grim. She named one child Ash and the other Dust. One was a black haired human boy, named Ash to semblance what he would someday become. Then another, a faunus boy named Dust, to semblance how quickly life fades and  yet to Dust the savior of life. In no way was there a normal family relationship. The three hardly ever talked. It was only Ash and Dust that ever communicated. Although the boys tried there best to hold onto each others past lives and live like brothers, there was always favoritism put in. There was always competition for the love of their mother. The mother believed the children need to be toughened, not loved. In everything she asked there was a way to impress and disappoint. Her love could only be bought by beating the other one. So brother or not they despised the competition, despised every loss.

In her eyes, there was only the strongest, if you weren't it you weren't worth the time of day; they put their all into everything they ever did. Although it caused both children to excel they were both emotionally crippled. As they grew older, their training became more rigorous. They were left  in heavily occupied grim areas, simply left with the instructions to live, but to not have a hoard of girm dead at your feet you might as well have died. Both boys thrived in combat, competed to slay more grim then the other. It wasn't until one day Dust was left in the woods alone to fend for himself when he came across another human. A little girl who told him about an academy, one that she dreamed of going to, to be a hero. The little girl continued to tell Dust about stories of heroes and said that he should go. She said that he was nice and strong, two words he had never heard. They talked for hours as Dust completely lost track of time and duty. For the first time in months Dust had lost the competition. When his mother had arrived to see no dead grim, he had to go without food. Although his stomach growled and ached a new part of him grew. His mind found a hope, no, a dream. To go to the academy, see the world from something aside from his small island.

Dust's nights remained restless, constant dreams of another life plagued his mind. He wondered about things he hadn't even questioned in years. He stole books from his mother and read them in the moonlight. He began to slowly decline in the competition with his brother. Every loss came at a bigger price, yet Dust knew this wasn't where he belonged, knew there was somewhere else. He only did what he had to to survive. He was actually required to do more, enough to get by and enough to quench his thirst for the outside world. Finally one day when he was left alone he decided to escape, he left a note for his mother and made his way off the small island. At his first chance he was given his entrance exam and passed with flying colors.

The soft and bittersweet silence rung through the city. Every sound bounced off the city, as the eerie silence stung in everyone's thoughts and minds. The patient sound stung worse then the soft cries of the young Tori, faced with her own mortality with the sharp edge of a knife. In those few seconds it seemed as if the entire world would wait on Kumori, to see if he chose to live through such an event. Then in seconds all the answers would be clear, the bitter silence broken. and the glimmer of the sun gone. All eyes would watch ready for his beaten body to emerge from the rubble, to take on such a feat. Though the wait would be endless, there stood among them all was a being, emerging as if he had never existed before. What stood before them was not the same creature that laid in the rubble.

Empty eyes, only white pools as fierce as the bordering clouds, no fear, no pain, no emotion or feelings. He stood strong and stiff, his every mussel rippled throughout his body, peering outward. A soft mist flowed from his mouth, leaving a fog around the body that spoke it into being. The air would bend around him, his very presence causing a disturbance with everything, as electricity would flow freely through the air sticking to what it could. A voice that did not speak, but commanded attention as if it spoke it ones very mind. "You will regret coming to this city. I will make you wish you never lived. Run and it will be quick."