[Fan Fic] Supernova - Chapter 1
Title: SUPERNOVA
Author: blinkbling24
Genre: AU, Angst (a little I think), Sci-Fi (a bit of a cross between X-men and Heroes), Smut (maybe)
Rating: R to NC-17 (to be safe)
Summary: Akanishi Jin has always been the blue-eyed boy of the Academy. What happens when one day Kamenashi Kazuya joins the folds? What role do they play in each other's lives, and can they use what is given to them to save what they hold dear?
Author's Notes: I am actually a little too busy to embark on another multi-chapter, since my other multi-chapter fic is still incomplete, but the theme of this contest was too good to resist. I'm not sure if I can complete this by the deadline, but I'll try my darnest. If not, I'll pull out and turn this into a non-contest multi-chapter. Hope you guys like it!
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Chapter One
He hovered in front of the rain-stained window. He was peering into a certain 8th floor apartment unit of a decrepit apartment block in a seedy part of town. The sight before him made him smile and tear at the same time. He observed a little boy of about 8 years old, standing on a stool at the kitchen counter, reaching for a carton of cereal. He watched as the little boy poured the cereal carefully into a bowl, and then poured milk over the flakes. The boy waited for the milk to soak fully into the cereal, making it all mushy before bringing it into a sparse living cum bedroom.
In that room was a tattered old mattress, and on it, laid a woman - his mother. She was dying. But the little boy did not know that. She sat up and the boy fed his mother the cereal. She tried her best to swallow but could only manage a few mouthfuls. The boy placed the bowl down and wiped his mother’s mouth with a dirty handkerchief. She smiled weakly and pulled him gently into a hug.
“Jin-chan is special, the best son any mother could ever have. I’m so proud of you, son. I love you. Remember, mummy will always love you.”
It was those words that comforted the little boy, those words that has been his source of comfort after she was gone. He did not wish to linger any longer, and just as he was about to disappear, his eyes met, for the first time in his frequent visits, with a pair of molten caramel ones, from a boy that seemed younger than his 8-year-old self sitting on the fire escape mere metres from where he was hovering. It was as though this boy could see him. Impossible, because nobody ever could.
***
Every morning, at 6.30am, an alarm sounding like a mechanical songbird gone wrong would reverberate through the walls. Every morning, like clockwork. Everything in the Academy ran on clockwork. There was a time to sleep, a time to eat, a time to study, a time to train. But first, it was time to get up.
Akanishi Jin opened his sleepy eyes just as his room lighted up automatically. He was greeted by a floating stainless steel orb, which he named Woody, for irony’s sake.
“Good morning, master Jin. Breakfast will be served in the mass hall at 7.00am.”
“Don’t you have anything new to say in the mornings Woody? ‘It’s sleep-in day today’ would be nice.” Jin yawned and sat up, scratching the back of his head.
“It’s not in my programming, master Jin.”
“See? Same answer. I need to see Taguchi about you.”
Jin got out of bed and walked past the bobbing orb into his pristine, adjourning bathroom. He brushed his teeth with the silver toothbrush that had been laid out for him, and stepped into the shower, where the water was specifically warmed to 32 degrees Celsius, just the way Jin liked it.
“Window, Woody,” Jin said as he pulled on his uniform - a one-piece that molded perfectly to his body made from the softest clima-lite material that was able to withstand extreme assaults from the elements. Woody obeyed and projected a real-time image of the field outside onto the bare wall. It was going to be a nice day. Perfect for training, Jin thought.
“5 minutes to 7.00am, master Jin.”
“Ok, let’s go. Oh, have you downloaded my lesson materials for today?”
“Yes, master Jin, as always.”
“I don’t know why I bother asking….” Jin muttered under his breath as he punched the code to open his room door.
The minute Jin stepped out of his room, he was joined, with a gust of wind, by Yamashita Tomohisa, or Pi, as Jin liked to call him.
“Pi, there is really no need to be so fast so early in the morning. I just styled my hair dammit.”
“I was dragging my feet. I’m hardly awake yet.” Pi grinned at his friend.
“Yeah, whatever. Let’s move it. It’s pancakes for breakfast today.”
***
The Academy has been Jin’s home for almost 20 years. Unlike most of the other cadets who got to see their families once a month if they wished, Jin had nobody but himself. He did not remember a father, but memories of his mother still surfaced from time to time. She had died when he was 8 years old. If it were not for the Professor, he would have been left to the dogs, to be hunted down and destroyed.
You see, Jin was special, and I do not mean special in terms of high IQ and academic brilliance. Jin had powers. Superhuman powers. At the age of 2, Jin was able to move objects without touching them. At the age of 4, Jin could time travel, but only for a few seconds at a time, and only to the past. And, at the age of 7, Jin could lift himself off the ground and suspend in mid-air.
After his mother’s death, the Professor had brought Jin to the Academy, a place that the Professor had founded to train and develop children like Jin, children with superhuman powers, or gifts as the Professor liked to call them.
When Jin was little, the world could not accept such an evolution of humankind, this development of powers. The Professor used to tell him that people are jealous creatures, wanting things that they cannot have, and if they could not get what they wanted, they would go all out to destroy what they coveted in the first place.
As Jin grew older, he noticed that the Professor had allies in high places, and slowly, people with gifts were being accepted and were allowed to exhibit their powers within reason, as long as it did not harm anyone. There were still the purists though, who believed that this evolution was an evil mutation of the human genome, but they have been increasingly harder to find now.
Through the Academy’s training, the now 25-year-old Akanishi Jin’s powers have magnified. Previously, he could only move little things like spoons and empty plastic bottles. Now, he could move and lift objects bigger and heavier than himself and in any direction he wanted. Previously, he could only suspend in mid-air for a few minutes before dropping down onto the ground again. Now, he could fly, faster and further than a jet airplane.
However, his ability to time travel did not seem to improve in tandem. He could travel further down the timeline now, but it would still always be in the past. And he could only travel within his past, which meant that he could only see his own life unfold before him, nothing before, and nothing beyond. He could not change the past, if he was there, he was only a silent spectator, like a ghost. He was unable talk to anyone, or touch anything.
Jin always thought that time travelling was his weakest ability, and did not like to use it much. He liked training up the other two abilities, but not this one, and whenever the Professor got on his case about it, he would say, “What’s the point? It’s not I can change anything.” But, on occasions, when he was feeling down, or had a particularly hard day training, there was a place in time he would go back to, and sought comfort there.
***
Flight training was always fun. According to the Professor, the ability to fly is one of the common strains of the genome evolution. This meant that, as Jin had summarized in his non-scientific mind, save a few odd ones, those who have other superpowers would have the flight ability too. Hence, flight training sessions were packed with cadets. The more senior ones like Jin and his friends took the upper stratosphere, playing ridiculous games such as who can go higher into space without suffocating due to the lack of oxygen, or who can fly the fastest without getting burn marks in their uniforms. Actually, they were supposed to practice their high-speed dodge-and-avoid techniques, which goody-two-shoes Nakamaru pointed out.
“Ah, shut up Maru, you’re such a party pooper…..” Koki complained, but then began to fall into position, only because he saw a group of senpais darting towards them.
“Takki-kun, you guys off for another mission?” Jin asked enviously. When the Professor felt that his senior cadets were ready, he would assign them various missions to help perform tasks that ordinary humans could not do in an emergency situation. It helped with public sentiment, but more importantly, it gave the cadets a sense of purpose.
“Yes,” Takki said with authority, “bomb threat in the next city. We’re going to help with the evacuation. Now get out of the way, you clowns.”
Jin and his friends watched their senpais fly off into the horizon and each emitted a wistful sigh, picturing how great it would be to be able to exhibit their powers, to be heroes. Jin had been with the Academy for much longer than any of his friends, but the Professor had always kept him in the shadows. At first, when Jin would harass the Professor about it, the Professor would tell him that he was still young, and to wait a few more years. When even Matsumoto Jun was allowed out on a mission a couple of years ago, Jin knew that the Professor could not use the “you’re too young” excuse any more. And true enough, the Professor changed his tune, but not to the tune that Jin wanted to hear.
“Be patient. Your time will come Jin. Just not yet.”
When, Jin wondered, when would his time come?
“Soon, Jin,” he heard a soft voice in his ear and turned to face the prettiest girl in the Academy who was smiling at him sweetly.
“I wish you wouldn’t do that, Haru,” Jin cupped the girl’s face in his hands and stroked her cheeks with his thumbs.
Haru arrived at the Academy when Jin was about 16 years old. She was 14 years old then. She was one of the lucky few whom her parents recognized that her powers were a gift, and had sent her to the Academy to hone her ability. Haru’s dominate power was the ability to feel what the other party felt. She could feel their joy, their anger, their sorrow. It used to cripple her, when she did not know how to deal and compartmentalize the myriad of feelings she felt at one time. She had since learnt to use her power effectively, discerning what she felt from others and using them to her advantage if she needed to.
When Jin laid eyes on her, he thought that she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Furthermore, she was warm and kind, and that drew Jin to her even more. They became fast friends, and it was inevitable that everyone thought they were a couple, the golden boy and girl in the Academy. But their relationship was a little lacking. They had shared kisses, and several very intimate moments, but somehow, there was something missing. Jin could not figure out what it was. Haru was perfect, but he just could not bring himself to give her his whole heart. Haru, bless her, felt that in him, but she never pressed, she never asked. She accepted Jin as is.
“Will you 2 lovebirds get a room? Some of us are trying to train here,” Pi jested as he flew between them, breaking them up.
Jin chuckled as he caught Pi and knuckled him in the head. The horseplay would have become much rougher if not for a junior cadet who had mustered up the courage to disturb his senpais in the upper stratosphere.
“What do you want, kid?” Koki asked gruffly.
A little scared, the young cadet eyed Jin, “A..Akanishi-san, the Pr..profess..ssor would like you to meet him on ground.”
Throwing the young cadet a kindly smile, Jin glanced down through a parting in the clouds. He squinted as he saw an ant-like figure that was the Professor walking across the field accompanied by someone else. Someone he did not recognize. He swooped down and landed gracefully by the Professor’s side.
“Ah, Jin. There’s someone I would like you to meet. Akanishi Jin, this is Kamenashi Kazuya, our newest cadet.”
Jin looked up and a familiar pair of molten caramel eyes stared back at him.
Author: blinkbling24
Genre: AU, Angst (a little I think), Sci-Fi (a bit of a cross between X-men and Heroes), Smut (maybe)
Rating: R to NC-17 (to be safe)
Summary: Akanishi Jin has always been the blue-eyed boy of the Academy. What happens when one day Kamenashi Kazuya joins the folds? What role do they play in each other's lives, and can they use what is given to them to save what they hold dear?
Author's Notes: I am actually a little too busy to embark on another multi-chapter, since my other multi-chapter fic is still incomplete, but the theme of this contest was too good to resist. I'm not sure if I can complete this by the deadline, but I'll try my darnest. If not, I'll pull out and turn this into a non-contest multi-chapter. Hope you guys like it!
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Chapter One
He hovered in front of the rain-stained window. He was peering into a certain 8th floor apartment unit of a decrepit apartment block in a seedy part of town. The sight before him made him smile and tear at the same time. He observed a little boy of about 8 years old, standing on a stool at the kitchen counter, reaching for a carton of cereal. He watched as the little boy poured the cereal carefully into a bowl, and then poured milk over the flakes. The boy waited for the milk to soak fully into the cereal, making it all mushy before bringing it into a sparse living cum bedroom.
In that room was a tattered old mattress, and on it, laid a woman - his mother. She was dying. But the little boy did not know that. She sat up and the boy fed his mother the cereal. She tried her best to swallow but could only manage a few mouthfuls. The boy placed the bowl down and wiped his mother’s mouth with a dirty handkerchief. She smiled weakly and pulled him gently into a hug.
“Jin-chan is special, the best son any mother could ever have. I’m so proud of you, son. I love you. Remember, mummy will always love you.”
It was those words that comforted the little boy, those words that has been his source of comfort after she was gone. He did not wish to linger any longer, and just as he was about to disappear, his eyes met, for the first time in his frequent visits, with a pair of molten caramel ones, from a boy that seemed younger than his 8-year-old self sitting on the fire escape mere metres from where he was hovering. It was as though this boy could see him. Impossible, because nobody ever could.
***
Every morning, at 6.30am, an alarm sounding like a mechanical songbird gone wrong would reverberate through the walls. Every morning, like clockwork. Everything in the Academy ran on clockwork. There was a time to sleep, a time to eat, a time to study, a time to train. But first, it was time to get up.
Akanishi Jin opened his sleepy eyes just as his room lighted up automatically. He was greeted by a floating stainless steel orb, which he named Woody, for irony’s sake.
“Good morning, master Jin. Breakfast will be served in the mass hall at 7.00am.”
“Don’t you have anything new to say in the mornings Woody? ‘It’s sleep-in day today’ would be nice.” Jin yawned and sat up, scratching the back of his head.
“It’s not in my programming, master Jin.”
“See? Same answer. I need to see Taguchi about you.”
Jin got out of bed and walked past the bobbing orb into his pristine, adjourning bathroom. He brushed his teeth with the silver toothbrush that had been laid out for him, and stepped into the shower, where the water was specifically warmed to 32 degrees Celsius, just the way Jin liked it.
“Window, Woody,” Jin said as he pulled on his uniform - a one-piece that molded perfectly to his body made from the softest clima-lite material that was able to withstand extreme assaults from the elements. Woody obeyed and projected a real-time image of the field outside onto the bare wall. It was going to be a nice day. Perfect for training, Jin thought.
“5 minutes to 7.00am, master Jin.”
“Ok, let’s go. Oh, have you downloaded my lesson materials for today?”
“Yes, master Jin, as always.”
“I don’t know why I bother asking….” Jin muttered under his breath as he punched the code to open his room door.
The minute Jin stepped out of his room, he was joined, with a gust of wind, by Yamashita Tomohisa, or Pi, as Jin liked to call him.
“Pi, there is really no need to be so fast so early in the morning. I just styled my hair dammit.”
“I was dragging my feet. I’m hardly awake yet.” Pi grinned at his friend.
“Yeah, whatever. Let’s move it. It’s pancakes for breakfast today.”
***
The Academy has been Jin’s home for almost 20 years. Unlike most of the other cadets who got to see their families once a month if they wished, Jin had nobody but himself. He did not remember a father, but memories of his mother still surfaced from time to time. She had died when he was 8 years old. If it were not for the Professor, he would have been left to the dogs, to be hunted down and destroyed.
You see, Jin was special, and I do not mean special in terms of high IQ and academic brilliance. Jin had powers. Superhuman powers. At the age of 2, Jin was able to move objects without touching them. At the age of 4, Jin could time travel, but only for a few seconds at a time, and only to the past. And, at the age of 7, Jin could lift himself off the ground and suspend in mid-air.
After his mother’s death, the Professor had brought Jin to the Academy, a place that the Professor had founded to train and develop children like Jin, children with superhuman powers, or gifts as the Professor liked to call them.
When Jin was little, the world could not accept such an evolution of humankind, this development of powers. The Professor used to tell him that people are jealous creatures, wanting things that they cannot have, and if they could not get what they wanted, they would go all out to destroy what they coveted in the first place.
As Jin grew older, he noticed that the Professor had allies in high places, and slowly, people with gifts were being accepted and were allowed to exhibit their powers within reason, as long as it did not harm anyone. There were still the purists though, who believed that this evolution was an evil mutation of the human genome, but they have been increasingly harder to find now.
Through the Academy’s training, the now 25-year-old Akanishi Jin’s powers have magnified. Previously, he could only move little things like spoons and empty plastic bottles. Now, he could move and lift objects bigger and heavier than himself and in any direction he wanted. Previously, he could only suspend in mid-air for a few minutes before dropping down onto the ground again. Now, he could fly, faster and further than a jet airplane.
However, his ability to time travel did not seem to improve in tandem. He could travel further down the timeline now, but it would still always be in the past. And he could only travel within his past, which meant that he could only see his own life unfold before him, nothing before, and nothing beyond. He could not change the past, if he was there, he was only a silent spectator, like a ghost. He was unable talk to anyone, or touch anything.
Jin always thought that time travelling was his weakest ability, and did not like to use it much. He liked training up the other two abilities, but not this one, and whenever the Professor got on his case about it, he would say, “What’s the point? It’s not I can change anything.” But, on occasions, when he was feeling down, or had a particularly hard day training, there was a place in time he would go back to, and sought comfort there.
***
Flight training was always fun. According to the Professor, the ability to fly is one of the common strains of the genome evolution. This meant that, as Jin had summarized in his non-scientific mind, save a few odd ones, those who have other superpowers would have the flight ability too. Hence, flight training sessions were packed with cadets. The more senior ones like Jin and his friends took the upper stratosphere, playing ridiculous games such as who can go higher into space without suffocating due to the lack of oxygen, or who can fly the fastest without getting burn marks in their uniforms. Actually, they were supposed to practice their high-speed dodge-and-avoid techniques, which goody-two-shoes Nakamaru pointed out.
“Ah, shut up Maru, you’re such a party pooper…..” Koki complained, but then began to fall into position, only because he saw a group of senpais darting towards them.
“Takki-kun, you guys off for another mission?” Jin asked enviously. When the Professor felt that his senior cadets were ready, he would assign them various missions to help perform tasks that ordinary humans could not do in an emergency situation. It helped with public sentiment, but more importantly, it gave the cadets a sense of purpose.
“Yes,” Takki said with authority, “bomb threat in the next city. We’re going to help with the evacuation. Now get out of the way, you clowns.”
Jin and his friends watched their senpais fly off into the horizon and each emitted a wistful sigh, picturing how great it would be to be able to exhibit their powers, to be heroes. Jin had been with the Academy for much longer than any of his friends, but the Professor had always kept him in the shadows. At first, when Jin would harass the Professor about it, the Professor would tell him that he was still young, and to wait a few more years. When even Matsumoto Jun was allowed out on a mission a couple of years ago, Jin knew that the Professor could not use the “you’re too young” excuse any more. And true enough, the Professor changed his tune, but not to the tune that Jin wanted to hear.
“Be patient. Your time will come Jin. Just not yet.”
When, Jin wondered, when would his time come?
“Soon, Jin,” he heard a soft voice in his ear and turned to face the prettiest girl in the Academy who was smiling at him sweetly.
“I wish you wouldn’t do that, Haru,” Jin cupped the girl’s face in his hands and stroked her cheeks with his thumbs.
Haru arrived at the Academy when Jin was about 16 years old. She was 14 years old then. She was one of the lucky few whom her parents recognized that her powers were a gift, and had sent her to the Academy to hone her ability. Haru’s dominate power was the ability to feel what the other party felt. She could feel their joy, their anger, their sorrow. It used to cripple her, when she did not know how to deal and compartmentalize the myriad of feelings she felt at one time. She had since learnt to use her power effectively, discerning what she felt from others and using them to her advantage if she needed to.
When Jin laid eyes on her, he thought that she was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Furthermore, she was warm and kind, and that drew Jin to her even more. They became fast friends, and it was inevitable that everyone thought they were a couple, the golden boy and girl in the Academy. But their relationship was a little lacking. They had shared kisses, and several very intimate moments, but somehow, there was something missing. Jin could not figure out what it was. Haru was perfect, but he just could not bring himself to give her his whole heart. Haru, bless her, felt that in him, but she never pressed, she never asked. She accepted Jin as is.
“Will you 2 lovebirds get a room? Some of us are trying to train here,” Pi jested as he flew between them, breaking them up.
Jin chuckled as he caught Pi and knuckled him in the head. The horseplay would have become much rougher if not for a junior cadet who had mustered up the courage to disturb his senpais in the upper stratosphere.
“What do you want, kid?” Koki asked gruffly.
A little scared, the young cadet eyed Jin, “A..Akanishi-san, the Pr..profess..ssor would like you to meet him on ground.”
Throwing the young cadet a kindly smile, Jin glanced down through a parting in the clouds. He squinted as he saw an ant-like figure that was the Professor walking across the field accompanied by someone else. Someone he did not recognize. He swooped down and landed gracefully by the Professor’s side.
“Ah, Jin. There’s someone I would like you to meet. Akanishi Jin, this is Kamenashi Kazuya, our newest cadet.”
Jin looked up and a familiar pair of molten caramel eyes stared back at him.