"AHHHH!!!"
Hikaru frantically yells as he falls down the hollow cavern below the city, his hands waving in the air Hikaru desperately tries to grab onto something in the air, but to no avail.
"God damnit!", Hikaru curses to himself in his mind as he tries focusing on how to avoid his impending doom. Hikaru tries to 'move' midair and move closer to the edges of wall of the hollow cave in order to grip it. "My fingers will hurt a bit, but I'll try to slow myself by dragging against the wall. I just hope my Senzai can minimise my hurt," Hikaru thinks as he formulates a plan.
As Hikaru keeps free falling, his hands start etching closer and closer to the wall of the cave. "Come on... Come on... Now!", Hikaru says as he frantically digs his fingers into the hard dirt of the walls, the free fall slowly down as Hikaru slides against the wall. The wall causes friction and heat to form from his hand's contact which burns his fingertips ablaze.
Hikaru's eyes widened as he began wailing, "OUCH OUCH OUCH THAT HURTS! THAT HURTS!!!". The pain was excruciating but it was definitely better than falling head first into oblivion, right?
Eventually, Hikaru slides down to the floor of the massive cave as he lands on his butt. The faint moonlight barely reaching down below. He brings his hand out and sees the burnt skin via friction and the multiple beads of blood formed on his hand. He sighs: relief that he survived but upset that his main hand is incapacitated for the moment.
Suddenly, an eerie and omnious blue glow shines on Hikaru's face from far ahead. He lifts his face up and his eyes widened in surprise.
A man: probably in his late 20s, long majestic yellow wavy hair, side parted well, the major part curtaining his right face, a well maintained goatee and adorned in light pink kimono stood there frozen in a massive ice block.
Hikaru felt a sense of strangeness and attractiveness to the mysterious sight infront of him. What was this? Or more importantly, who is this? The block eminates a sense of longing and another darker sense of danger. Hikaru knows that he shouldn't touch it as to not wake up the man, but a part of him feels protectiveness to the sight infront of him. Maybe he could save him? Maybe this guy could become a friend.
Making up his mind, Hikaru shrugged and walked towards the ice block. His hand lingered infront of the surface for a second as he hesitated rethinking his choice just a bit before placing his palm on the ice block.
Warmth. Instant warmth. Pleasure and soothness. Hikaru closed his eyes and let out a sight of content. The ice block was making him feel good: his dopamine enjoying this weird contact.
POW!
Hikaru gets punched straight to the cheek, his lower jaw moving to the side from the sheer strength of it. Hikaru went flying away, crashing way down against the rocky hard wall with a loud thud. His body slouching against the wall.
The man's arm was extended and fist shaped into a punch, but his eyes were still closed. Suddenly, he blinked and opened his eyes as he took in the sight. His body twitched a bit and then he looked at his hand. He placed a hand on his chest and then on his cheek.
He grinned. A terrible terrible grin.
"... Where am I?", he said calmly.
His eyes narrowed down at Hikaru. Hikaru had gotten up, his hand on his forehead as he tried focusing back again.
The man's eyes widened a bit, but he still remained calm. "Tsukyomi... What did you do!?", Sora asked in a demanding tone. He started walking towards Hikaru, his posture straight and powerful.
Hikaru looks back up and puts his hands up in the air. "H-hey! Hey! I didn't do anything wrong didn't I? I-i uh I freed you! What's your name, uh mister?", Hikaru pleaded as he kept begging for mercy.
The man raised an eyebrow, tilting his head before pressing his lips into a thin line. "It's Sora... Makizushi Sora... But tell me, kid, you look like him and your Senzai feels like him "
Hikaru blinks twice before stuttering to make up a reply, "uh uh ah what?
"Whatever. You look like Tsukyomi, you smell like Tsukyomi. You're definitely his creation... And what matters is..."
Sora crouches and raises his hands out in an invitation of fight that can't be ditched with Hikaru. Sora then continues, his eye fixating at Hikaru harder, "I have to end you off before it's too late".
A chill went down Hikaru's spine. He nervously reached out for his fallen sword and got in a position. A sweat went down his face and he stared back at Sora. However he didn't have good feelings about this
Chapter 2, end