Moon Man Moon Man can't you see? [Moon Moon] [Event]

The Unforgettable Atmosphere

The world was full of woodland creatures, water, plants, insects, birds, and most importantly, humans. Could he ever call himself such a thing? He had been reduced to something no longer recognizable, nor had he recognized himself. He had long explored the life outside of the city, taking in his own personal discovery. It seemed that with more quirks appearing, people of his nature were becoming more and more assimilated into society, but would find the same racial discrimination as anyone else. It wasn't so much about the color of your skin, but the horns on your head, the temperature of your body, the leaves in your hair or why your tongue was so long. It was a world he had long accepted, btu could never grow used to. He would let out a long sigh as he began to make his way into the camp, trying to make sense of what was becoming of Japan. Was it good for the kids? Was it good for the people? Was it really a mutual benefit? He had much to say, but very little to speak upon. Who would have lent an old man their ears for his tale?

He continued to venture, his small body no bigger than that of a soccer or basket ball. Having been only a foot from the ground, he half expected a kid to run at him with full force to kick him a few yards from his desired destination. It was inevitable. That was just how children were, especially the younger ones.

He would let out another sigh, watching the games played in the distance. Such was the life of a normal mortal human. The enjoyment of limbs, arms, thumbs. The ability to taste and drink their meals. The need to do such things. They were lost to him, absent from his life. He did not even get the satisfactory chance to enjoy taking a shit. He simply existed, something of which he contemplated often.

Watching others, he continued to move, without looking at the direction he was going. It wasn't until a strange coldness seemed to near upon him. But where? From what? Or better yet, from who?

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He had stopped no more than an inch from the frozen devil. He had snapped at Moon Moonyazaki, only for him to look up to face the boy's eyes. They seemed, cold, hardened, as if he carried a weight upon him that no other could lean to understand. It didn't matter if the reason was for lack of sharing his burden with others, or if anyone else had simply been unwilling to aid the boy. His words came from a dark and hidden place, one without light, without flame, without heat. His personality was a barren wasteland, one long deserted. One that was deemed inhabitable, but by whom? Why could they not tolerate the cold and chilled breeze aura he produced?

He stared into the face of the boy, only to ponder what kind of life he had lived. Was it one that Moon could learn to understand? Was he too, and outcast, tossed to the side by the affliction he was born with, simply because he could no longer fit into social normality? Perhaps he too had taken his own pilgrimage to understand what it meant to be yourself, rather than someone that the world would learn to cope with. He would separate his teeth, beginning to craft his sentence out of the smooth molasses that was his voice, only to ponder the life of the child that existed before him. How long had Moon been away? How much had the world changed?

"Everywhere is hell, if you only look for misfortune." the being would say to the boy, only to give a smile as he continued. "But everywhere could be heaven, if you seek to see the little things." Optimistic was not a word you could use to describe the man, if you could still call him a man. "Is it bad for your health to carry a heart of hate."

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Kind words were lost to him. How could anyone complement a rock that held strange and eerie red eyes? He was the base of a children's tale, one that was repeated in an effort to make children obey, or go to sleep at night, but had instead kept them up. Moon did not sleep under beds, nor hide in closets. Moon wanted the best, for his family, for himself. But how long had he been away? Would they still want him to leave? Was he unfit to be the hero from his bedtime stories?

"Then I fear for all that choose to love you. May they find fortune in your hatred." Moon would say, only for the boy to address a command as a question. Or rather, vice versa. The boy had never asked a question, nothing that wasn't interpreted as answered already. But if he had more to ask, he had more to answer. "I am Moon. And I have no intentions." he would speak onto the boy, wondering what would become of their encounter. His eyes had begun to glow, but he was unmoved. He had nothing to fear. He had nothing to ever fear. It was not like he had anything to lose.

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Hearts. They were things that changed. Sadly, most of them had to change, or they were not capable of love. The cold embrace of loneliness was something all hearts had to bear. Some felt it for moments, while others would find it as the old thing they could feel. Hearts were something to be filled with love and embrace. They were to care and protect. But a heart of hate would snap at others, an edge, a blade that would cut wounds that sometimes never healed. Not all hearts were strong, some were weak. But a heart was just what it was. It was a heart. It was life.

His name was nothing more than him trying to remember anything other than the names hurled at him. Miyazaki soon became Moonyazaki. All of the people has called him the same thing, over and over. It soon became the only name he could remember for himself. Something that befit him. A title that was given, his own identity lost to time itself.

"Everyone is a mutant." the elder would speak to the child, "Some of the world more disfigured than the others. Some of us morphed not on the out, but on the inside." Demons, spirits and auras. Elements, metals, manipulation and mind control. It seemed as if everyone had some change, some mutation in their body, but only so few had appeared to hold a more physical change. Some were blessed with a body that did not cause the world to see them any different. Some could hide it, hiding themselves. Others found themselves furred and scaled, no longer able to call themselves human. Some slipped to the new shape, and forgot who they used to be, who they wanted to be.

"Everyone is paranoid about something." Moon would say to the boy, "Life is not living, without something to worry about. Without worry, you are just existing."

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Mutations. That was all quirks were. But they were also the name of one of the subclasses of quirks. Emitters. Mutations. Transformations. They were all mutations when you came down to it. But some were more simple, less complex than the other when it came to biology. That one came with the more simple of the names. But the people who had them, they were never that simple. That wouldn't have made for a very good story, would it?

Perhaps Moon was someone who thought a lot about the subject, or maybe it was something fresh to his mind. Or perhaps he thought much about it all. There was no telling what order things happened in, with him at least. He was someone you couldn't forget. Someone you could always notice. But perhaps that was his thing, to hide in plain sight. As the boy pointed to his eye, Moon followed the gesture to see what was being spoken about.

"The body you have is hard to touch. That is a feeling you rarely get, and is one you crave." he would answer, without any moment to give it thought. It simply rolled out of his mouth onto the space between them. "Just because something is wrong, does not mean it will not happen." he spoke again, his words vague, yet precise. "Not all will find pleasure in the space around you, but those that do, you will know that they will love and care for you, for you, willing to look beside this effect." he told the boy, pausing only now, to gather his words. As if he lost his train of thought. "For anyone that pushes others away, to have anyone wanting to be pulled in, is to know that they are the one. Love, is a drug." he would tell him, "Infatuation, is a curse."

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To have something that pushed people away, made it hard for anyone to be let in. But those that really tried, would do it for him, bearing the weight of what would push them away. It was a horrible thing to have, but you knew those people weren't using you, if that make you different . . .was so strange. Moon could understand the boy, finding his own appearance hideous and strange. Some wanted to experiment on him, while others tossed him aside. But Yui always loved him.. she was always there for him. Even if it was quite difficult yo hold and caress a magical floating ball. Or well, a rock.

The boy's life left him feeling cold and numb, when all he wanted to feel was loved. It was apparent that it was what he wanted. And while mister Moonyazaki was unfit to deliver. Spikes and spears of ice would fire and find themselves all over the area around them, all the while Moon remained still. He did not move away. He did not duck for cover. He did not flinch, or blink, but stared at the boy that he could very well understand.

"Because you want to be loved, not hated." he would tell the boy. "Is that not a reason enough to be a hero? Is that not a reason to want to help others? So they will love you, grow to accept you?"