The Dark Heir

Scarlet Pillows and Invitations

It was a dark summer day, August 14th in fact, that the young eight year old found himself tucked inside a carriage, along with his parents. He sat comfortably on a mountain of pillows and blankets and of stuffed animals and toys, all in the midst of servants and suitcases. He couldn’t quite grasp why they had been moving to Havoc of all places, but it didn’t seem like much of a hassle to arrive there, so he didn’t mind it. 

His parents weren’t necessarily royalty, but they were overwhelmingly wealthy, allowing little Nagito to live a life of leisure and ease. He was constantly reminded that he should consider himself lucky, and consider himself lucky he did. 

Nagito had been pampered since birth, but he wasn’t completely unaware of the world. His school peers had made it perfectly clear that he was in a better situation than they were, and even one glance at the street could give you proof of that. Luck certainly seemed to be on his side, and that hadn’t changed at all since birth. Although, in other times, he wondered what kind of luck someone who was born royalty of one of the five kingdoms must have.

A rustling was heard as the strange man in armor rushed in, grabbing his parents and hurriedly directing them to the exit, waving his arms at little Nagito who just tilted his head at all the panic. His father soon rushed back in, scooping the boy in his arms and running outside, where there were several men and women clad in black surrounding the carriage. His mother’s green dress was torn, his father hugging and protecting the both of them. 

Suddenly frightened of the situation, he grasped at the wrinkled shirt of his father, tears starting to blur his vision. His parents were busy bombarding the people in black with questions, but he couldn’t bother to understand a word of what they were saying. All he got from them is that they were apparently here from the ‘Kuzuryu Clan’, hired to…

kill his parents?

All he could remember from there was him attempting to let out a scream, only to be blocked by his father's own hand. He was left there, the guard taking him away when he tried to run back to them, until it was all he could do to struggle, scream, and shut his eyes tight. It was a flashing light that finally pried them open and then he saw a blazing circle trailing through the sky, a fading streak behind it. After a minute, or a few seconds-- he couldn’t really tell anymore-- the coachman came running to him and the guard, yelling that they had been saved by some small part of a meteor crashing to the ground. 

He couldn’t believe it.

Nagito ran after the coachman, tears flying through the air and a smile on his face. His feet smashed against the hard dirt, and the trees didn’t seem to stand in his way as he ran with his arms outstretched to the carriage. 

He couldn’t believe it.

When he arrived, his parents' bodies were dead on the ground, the scarlet staining the grass and fluffy pillows that had fallen out of the carriage.

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It had been ten years since August 14th, the day when his luck had betrayed him.

Now, he was still fortunate as far as he was concerned, but at the same time, unfortunate. After his parents and the group of members of the Kuzuryuu clan were killed, he had successfully moved to Havoc in the matter of a year. The mansion was huge; he could tell that he would’ve had such a wonderful time in there with his parents, but alas, he should be grateful for the expensive house in the first place. 

Nagito had broken it down to a science, an explanation for the wild jungle of his life events, and it all ended up returning to one concept. Luck.

His luck blessed him, creating opportunities and bonuses for him that the mass majorities of the kingdoms were not able to even catch a glimpse of. But as he had learned those ten years ago, while great luck brings hope, it is only inevitable to be followed by despair. For, as he had come to find out, his extreme fortune came with a price, and that price was extreme misfortune on his part. As an example, after his parents took their last breath, he was rewarded with their money, which was followed by all their businesses going bankrupt by some nightmarish set of events.