1 Normalcy No More

The Plight of the Mad Scientist Arc

Part 1

Intro To A New World

"Should we leave him here all alone," said the mother as she turns to look at her husband. "He's still a baby."

"Relax, honey," said the husband as he quickly turns around, facing his wife. "He will be fine. He will just stay in his crib."

"But, he has escaped before. He is very curious about everything."

"What's the worst that he can do? Burn the house down?"

"Don't give him ideas."

"You're going crazy. We will be gone for an hour and then we will be back. He's still asleep and he will keep on sleeping. Even if he wakes up, he won't kill himself. He's a big and strong baby."

"Ok, but I will pay close attention to the baby monitor. If I hear anything suspicious, we're rushing back here."

"Fine," he annoyingly murmured. "That's the plan."

"Let's go then," said the mother as she walks by. "That sale isn't going to be a sale for long."

"Coming, honey," said the father as he follows his wife. "I'm too young to be a dad." he thought.

Like synergy, the door is quietly closed and the baby upstairs is woken up. His freakishly red eyes open and blink multiple times while looking at the white ceiling. He doesn't know why he is up, but as a baby, there is only one thing he wants to do. He wants, no, he needs to explore.

First, he raises his small arms into the air. He can't grab onto anything because they are too small. The air is a gas, so he also can't grab onto that no matter how hard he tries. The next plan is to lift himself up using his legs. The problem with this is that he can't walk, so he just falls right back down after lifting himself up a few inches. The final plan is simple. He will use his arms to flip himself over. By putting all of his strength into his arms, he is flips himself over to his stomach.

The next phase of the plan is to get out of this crib. If he could walk or even stand, this would be a breeze, but he can't do any of those things. The best that he can do is Tarzan this and grab onto the walls of the crib, climbing it like a certain giant monkey. After a minute of struggle, the baby makes it to the top. They leap off the crip and land on the cold floor, knee, and hand first.

Now, this should be the easy part. The house is empty and the rooms are filled to the brim with cool and random stuff. This is a baby's wonderland. He can go anywhere and look for anything and eat everything. Eat. That's what the baby wants to do, so he turns to his right and starts to quickly crawl towards the kitchen.

The kitchen. The smallest part of the house. One fridge, a stove and oven, a microwave, a few cabinets, a coffee maker, and a sink fill this small space. The baby has been in this room before, but he has never seen it this way. An expression of surprise lies on his face as he enters the kitchen. What should he do first? What can he do first? So many options. What should he do?

"Look into the cabinets."

The baby stops crawling once he hears that voice. Who could that be? It doesn't sound like his daddy or mommy.

"Look into the cabinets."

There is the random voice again. Who could this person be? What is in the cabinets?

"Look into the cabinets."

The baby is no longer frozen in place. He has to know what is in the cabinets and what this voice is telling him to do. First, he has to get to the cabinets. He is too small to even get close to touching the cabinets. Then, he sees a chair. An old wooden chair. He crawls over to the wooden chair and grabs onto it.

Usually, a child would not be able to push something this large at this age or size, but the voice has activated something in his small body. He pulls the chair over to the nearest cabinet and then drops it there. He then quickly climbs up the chair and then onto the clean counter. By shifting all of the power into his legs, he lifts his body up and grabs the cabinet door. He opens it. It's full of pots and pans. He reaches into the cabinet and presses his small hand on a pan.

"We should have come earlier. They ran out of everything."

"Maybe we would have got there earlier if you didn't spend thirty minutes worrying about the boy."

"Don't you care for our boy?"

"Yeah, of course, but I won't check on him six times in two minutes. If you do this forever, he will never leave for college."

"That's bull. You just don't understand a mother's love."

"I had a mother, too."

"You don't act like it."

"You know what," said the father as he turns his head. "Once we get home, I'll watch over our child. Take the night off. I'll show you the parent that I am."

"This isn't a competition, Heibon. Just be there for him."

"I am. Every day. He's too young to remember anything anyways. Nothing bad will happen between us. 約束します".

"Oh god," said the mother as her mouth widens.

"What?"

"Look!"

"What- No."

"Stop the car now!"

Heibon stops the car. Instantly, the mother busts out of the car and dashes towards the house. It is on fire.

"Omoi!" he screams while opening the door. "Come back! The house is ablaze!"

"I can't! I have to save my son!"

"You don't have to, ma'am," said a firefighter as he walks towards her with her son in hand. "Your boy is fine. Well, I think that it's a boy."

That was just the beginning of the odd occurrences. Many events just like those happened for many years. Random things catching on fire, the boy lifting things way too heavy for him, rare fits of anger, and oddly intelligent behavior. The experts would say that he was "just maturing early" or "he may be a little genius". These two suggestions were correct, but not for the reasons that they believed. He was a little different. He was no human.

The boy is named Yukan Densetsu. That day happened nearly sixteen years ago. He nicknames it "The Day I Burned Down The House". He laughs at the fact that he did that, but he knows how it happened and why it happened, but he never found out who the mysterious voice was. It was still a mystery to him, but he had other things to do. He has taken up the sport of baseball and uses his unique skills to dominate. He is a pitcher, the best that Japan has ever seen.

"Come on!" exclaimed a player as he slams his bat on the ground. "Not again!"

"Shio, move!" exclaimed a buff boy as he pushes the boy out of the way. "It's my turn!"

"Hey!"

"What are you going to do!"

"Ok," said Shio as he backs up. "But I'm next."

"Whatever,"

"That kid will never learn. He's called Jiga Azurito. He's a pain in my ass, to say the least. He has been like that ever since I met him. Even in Kindergarten, he was like this. Cussing up a storm and just being a cancer to every place he's at. We've been rivals ever since I picked up a baseball. Me, a pitcher, and him, a first baseman. Our rivalry has always been like this and I will never get it. He should head to a therapist to deal with his issues." thought Yukan.

"Hey, Mario! I don't know about you, but Ima blow this ball out of the park!"

"How are you going to do that? You have never got a hit off of me before."

"Shut up and pitch the ball already!"

"Fine. Here comes the ball."

Here comes the first pitch. Yukan gets into his pitching stance, winds up the pitch, infuses it with a little of his power, and then releases the ball. The ball blasts from his hand and flies right past the bat of Jiga.

"Strike one!"

"Quiet!"

"I'm just doing my job."

"Your job is to shut up, you dingus!"

"Ok. Ok. I'll quiet down."

"Next pitch."

"Here it comes."

Yukan repeats the same motion. The ball once again blasts right past Jiga's bat and he swings at the air. The smaller boy behind him starts to crack up, but Jiga's angry stare prevents him from bursting into laughter.

"Come on, Jiga. You're wasting my time."

"Don't get cocky! I will hit this one! I swear!"

"And here comes the third pitch."

Yukan's signature fastball, nicknamed the "Fireball", is his best pitch. It's the pitch that he turns to when he needs to strike out a batter. It has worked many times before and it will work now, hopefully. He gets into his stance, infuses the baseball with even more power, and then launches the pitch. Jiga believes that he can hit the pitch and takes a wild swing. He misses.

"Strike-"

"Shut up, you bastard!" exclaimed Jiga as he leaps onto the boy.

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"Oh boy."

"Hey!" exclaimed the coach as he runs over. "Knock it off!"

"I got no time for this. Time to go home." thought Yukan before he walks off.

"You bastard!"

The Densetsu family household burned down sixteen years ago, but they rebuilt it only a month after. They may not be rich, but they have a little money thanks to Heibon's career choice: office worker. Omoi doesn't work, but she can cook and clean. They are not perfect parents, but they do try to raise their son the best that they can. He is grateful for his mother. His relationship with his father is strained, but not completely ruined. He likes to take long walks from school to avoid his father, but he has to return home for food and rest every day.

Yukan reaches the front door of the small house. He pulls out his keys and plugs them into the keyhole. He then twists the key and opens the white door. He quickly closes it behind him and his mother hears him, entering the tiny entrance to the home.

"Hi, honey," said his mother as he takes off his shoes. "How was school?"

"It was nice, ma. When will dinner be ready?"

"In an hour."

"Ok," said Yukan as he walks by the middle-aged woman. "I'll be in my room catching up on some sleep."

"Any homework?"

"No."

"Then, enjoy your nap, dear."

"I will."

"Boy. Don't even think about going to your room. We need to talk." said his father.

"He's home already? He usually doesn't come home for a whole hour." thought Yukan.

"Come here, boy."

"This won't go well. Why does he even try to talk to me?" thought Yukan.

"Boy!"

"I'm coming. You don't have to yell."

Yukan slowly walks towards the living room. He hates to have to talk to his father. Other than a casual conversation during breakfast, they never talk. They are unable to talk to each other without fighting, verbally. If they were to fight physically, Yukan would go to jail. He would like to avoid that at all costs while he is still young. It's time to face his father. Like a man.

"What do you need?"

"Don't talk to me like that."

"Then, how do you want me to talk to you?"

"With respect."

"How can I do that? It's not anything respectable about you?"

"Excuse me?"

"Don't say that. You always do. It won't change a thing."

"Sit down. We need to talk."

"I would rather not."

"Sit. Down."

"I refuse."

"Why have you become so combative? Why do you not want to talk to your own father?"

"Just look in the mirror. You're not the same man you were when I was little. You're a shadow of your former self."

"My appearance is none of your concern."

"You are my father. Everything that happens to you is my concern."

"I'm old. What do you expect?"

"I expect you to at least not look like a total slob. You're pathetic."

"And how is that?"

"Fat, ugly, and useless to society to name a few."

"I brought you into this world. I can't be that useless."

"Maybe if you were a woman. As a man, you're nothing compared to me."

"Very harsh words. Do they come from that Yaban clown you hang around with?"

"Don't talk about him like that! He is no clown!"

"Wasn't he a Yakuza member?"

"Yakuza or not, he's a good man! He cares about everyone!"

"But. he beats their ass if they don't pay up."

"This is a waste of my time."

"Don't go yet. I just need to say a few words."

"What are them?"

"If you keep on going down this path, you will forever be the monster in the fairy tale."

"I'm going for a run."

"Wait! What about your nap!" said the mother.

"I'll sleep when I get back."

"Yukan!"

Yukan just walks through the door and out of the house.

"I'm not no bitch, only crabbin' 'boutta' dollar. Stay lit; how I try and forget my problems. Every shot you tryna' send didn't land, bro', nada. I'm a different dog Goddard and my bitch top model (What?) You ain't fuckin' wit' the prophet, couldn't fuck with my apostles. Couldn't catch, to be honest, if it's facts. Then you really can't rap, to be honest, like that (To be honest) Draw flames, get splacked wit' the sauna. Get blacked wit' my .45 strap. I got forty-five blunts. Switch straps, he slashed with the fo'-five sum (Yeah) It ain't 'bout this and that

Young PE$O ain't dumb (No) If he want contact, then I hit 'em wit' a drum." said Yukan as he runs down the street with his Airpods in.

"Someone help me!" exclaimed a random man.

"Then I hit 'em with the drum, now his soul leavin' out of his body. An exorcism crisis, it's existential. When I show 'em what's inside his body, it's surgical. Uppercut'll put his life on a vertical. Elevate a stairway to Heaven's Gate. Chop' at his top, now the opp' a convertible. Put the piece to his mind, let him meditate. Shock to his block, now his body is terminal. All hands on deck if they come for me. I'm pullin' yo' card if they summon me. You jokers transparent, I see through your poker face. Watch how man'll fold in front of me (Bitch!)"

"They're going to kill me! Someone help!"

"You in a awkward position. He cookin' 'til I bring the mop in the kitchen (Yeah!) So stop it when I let it pop off the belt. Best believe that this is not a prop' that I'm grippin'. See I'm not concerned wit' who hot and who isn't.

You just mad 'cause we hot and you isn't. I jumped out the sky wit' my Glock and my bitches You Brock, couldn't handle a thot in yo' business (Thot in yo' business)

I'm hot 'cause I'm already clocked for conviction. I stopped makin' wishes and put in the difference. These ten-thousand hours like rocks in the kitchen. Not stoppin' or switchin' the ultimate vision (Stoppin' or switchin' the ultimate vision)."

"Help!"

"Holy shit! Who is that!" said Yukan as he pulls out his Airpods. "I just want to listen to my tunes."

Yukan turns around and sees no one. He wants to return to his run, but he has to figure out what's going on. He decides to walk down the street, but he hears nothing. He continues to walk and still hears nothing. What could have had that man screaming? It could have just been a crazy druggie, so he just turns around until he hears biting and clawing.

"Wild dog?" thought Yukan.

Yukan walks towards the sound and sees an alley. A dark, dark alley. The sound just intensifies and he knows that he has made it to the right place. A smart person would avoid this place like the plague, but he is a strong boy, so he will be able to deal with the dogs. Well, he thinks that they are regular dogs.

"Hey, bro," said the brave boy as he walks into the alley. "Are you ok? I heard your screams and I came to help. Answer me if you're alive."

He is not alive. As Yukan inches closer, he sees his feet, then his legs, then his arms, then his head. All scattered around the alley and being munched on by three Hellhound-like beasts. Yukan freezes once he sees the grizzly scene.

"I should have just walked away. Damn you and your bravery."