Chapter 0: Hisao Nakai – The Strong
 
I stand alone in a dark alleyway, my breaths creating small clouds in the cold, dry air. I look down at my shaking hands and give a slight smile. Whether it is from the pain or the excitement, I really can't tell. I try to calm my heart but nothing is working. This isn't uncommon for me. Whenever I get like this... I won't be able to stop until I'm completely satisfied. I clench my fists and put them down to my sides, looking down at the cause of this entire predicament. The sight of the fallen bodies makes me reminisce of what had happened just moments ago.
 
I got a confession letter from somebody. For someone like me, it was almost like a dream. I had my suspicions at first, but the overly girly handwriting was a dead give away. 'It's a real girl!' I almost let out a cry of happiness after I came to the realization. It was like something out of some crappy shoujo manga. The girl confesses to the guy at the end of their second school year, and then they get to spend all of break and their last year with each other. Then the sad stuff happens where we break up because we both got accepted into different universities. But after months of being apart we finally see each other at the train station and then we just kind of stare for a while. I don't really know what comes after that, the rest of the series isn't released yet. 'But that gets to be my life,' I thought happily, I really hoped that she would have big boobs.
 
So I waited in this suspicious dark alleyway for about thirty minutes before I heard a strange cackle, and then a sudden shout of my name. "NAKAI!" When I turned to see my secret lover, all I found was a group of four punks from my school. I kind of ignored what they said and tuned them out as the leader ranted. All that I needed to care about was my big boobed admirer. It wasn't until I got a sudden punch to the face when I realized that there wasn't going to be a girl. These guys forced some girl to write a letter, probably Iwanako. These guys always picked on her. Oh god how I wish it had been her. But no, I got some punk ass kids who don't know their place. With rage in my heart I let out a loud roar and went off on them, everything always goes blank when I get like this.
 
But here I am now, standing over three groaning bodies of some punk ass kids who thought they could take me on. "Wait... weren't there four of you?" I ask as I begin to count the bodies once more. I hear a slight shuffle behind me and turn around as fast as I could, only to be met to the face with another first. I stumble back a bit and stare down my assailant with my signature glare. He's visibly shaken by it, but it looks like he's still got some spirit on his eyes. Compared to the rest of these guys, he's the only one that I can have a bit of respect for at this point. He gets ready to strike me once more but I don't give him the chance. I hop forward a bit into a side kick that I learned from watching a few kung fu movies. Judging by his reaction I seemed to pick up on it well. He staggers back a bit before he falls forward, joining the rest of his fallen comrades.
 
As I look down I can't help but smile. My adrenaline rush hasn't worn off yet and my heart only seems to be beating faster. Some athletes are able to get their respective highs when pushed to the extremes in their sports. This is something like that, if not better. I love the feeling of pushing myself against somebody else. A battle of wills clashing head on. I didn't get to be the strongest by raw strength, no, far from it. I got to be the strongest because I'm the only one that refuses to give up. I close my eyes and let myself bask in the glory of battle, my heart beat never seeming to slow down.
 
In fact, it's kind of hurting now... I try to open up my mouth to let out a shout but nothing comes out. My eyes shoot open as my entire body freezes in pain. I lurch forward and fall to the ground. I see a few of the guys that I just beat up look at me with a concerned look upon their faces. Something similar to honor among thieves I guess. They start poking my body with their feet and they keep asking questions, but they fall upon deaf ears. The only sound that I can hear is my overbearing heartbeat. One of them pulls out a phone and starts to call somebody while the others run off to find what I hope is help. Suddenly my heartbeat stops and everything falls silent. The guy who had fallen last is staring at me with an angry look on his face mixed with a bit of confusion. That's the last thing I see before I close my eyes and let my mind fade to darkness, the faint sound of sirens filling the air before I completely black out.