Leaving the Theater [Arondight]

"That was quite interesting." Tsurinai Naito walked out of the entrance of the theater with his chin pinched between his index finger and thumb. It seemed he was in thought about the film he had just spent his time observing. A movie imported from the west called "American Psycho". Did they really have such people in America that played the role of the sane, simply to lure those within their clutches? Naito seemed to always be surprised by this unknown world he had found himself in. Since his childhood was rather sheltered, alot of what he learned of people came from media and books. Though he had led a life that gave him the latent gift of reading others like a book, he always found himself seeking things that astounded him. That showed him the unknown of the modern world. After all, if he were to be trapped here in this life of mediocrity, he would have to find some ways to enjoy it. The livestock that surrounded him were boring, if not pathetic. They were dregs of the modern world that became content with the thought of holding down their superiors. It was a shame how sad humanity had become over their resilient decades of life. It was okay, however. Tsurinai knew what he had to do to save his race from incompetence. He would be the one to make the right sacrifice for the betterment of Mankind. Those who disagreed with him would be handled swiftly and pushed aside. He had no room for those scared of a world that would make humanity far more superior. Such ambitious thoughts made the silver haired student give a thin smile. Surely there would be those who agreed with his point of views. Surely not everyone had fallen into the comfort zone of mediocrity. Perhaps there was still some hope left.

Leaving the area of the theater altogether, Tsurinai would begin his confident stride through the mall, with his arms firmly crossed upon his chest. He wore his usual outfit, consisting of a black jacket that fellow down towards the ground, black trousers, and black boot like footwear. The outfit did make him stand out amongst the people of the mall, as it obviously showed he had a high amount of money to his name. The region he came from was much more money oriented than the reserved region of Ueitawa. Though Shibakuzoi was rather bustling with activity, it was most likely the only area in the whole region that had such excitement. The imperious second year would take subtle glances at the people with a condescending glare. They seemed to be enjoying themselves. Why? Why were they so content with this life? Perhaps Naito would not understand. Perhaps he would never want to understand. He had such a low opinion of others, after all. Could one blame him though? Society was corrupt and rather disgusting. He wanted the best for everyone, even though he seemed so cruel to everyone. As he continued on his way, something would catch his eye. A little food stand giving out free samples of a weird.. edible.. substance. Its name was "Sao-chan's Delicious Spheres of Goodness!", and apparently it was a bread ball flavored with different toppings? Hmph, certainly not worth his time!.. But it wouldn't hurt to have one, would it not? Yes, why not! This civilian food would not hurt his usual diet. Taking one of the breaded treats, he'd place it within his mouth and give a slow chew. Once savouring the taste for a few seconds, he'd swallow and give a stern look towards the woman handing out the treats. She seemed intimidated from his glare. "It was... unexpected. Quite delicious! Give me a plate's full." The male awaited the woman to scurry off, as he stood with an indifferent expression and awaited her inevitable return. "Perhaps there are some things to keep in this new world of mine.."

Humans weren't just confusing...they were disgusting. Arondight had never watched a movie before. He had never had cause to. That had changed now of course, they were interesting insights in to the human psyche and if this film was any indication of how every human views itself, then Arondight might just be forced to kill them all, for their own good. He remembered though, that these movies were stories, most of which were fictional, which meant that films were further human lies. Humans pretending and deceiving an audience for the sake of amusement. Arondight could not even begin to understand that premise. Why did humans enjoy being lied to? Even more perplexing, why did humans enjoy being lied to about such disturbing things? This movie in and of itself was really rather amusing for that sake alone. It was a taped lie about lying that centered around never truly being caught for lying. Was that what humans aspired to? To be able to indiscriminately lie without consequence was the peak of the human condition? To be honest, based on his recent experiences at the school this was the most likely conclusion to be drawn to the machine's query. Humans lied as easily as they breathed and it was, if Arondight were capable of such afflictions, nauseating. Humans as a whole seemed to just continue disgusting him at every opportunity. They were liars, they were idiots, and all those sloshing meat parts had to make them ill almost constantly. Arondight wasn't sure how they withstood it.

When the film ended, or what Arondight had figured was the end, the boy followed the path of the rest of the theater, blending in to the crowd as the reason he was here had started to move. Naito was the one human who didn't instantly fill him with contempt and for that reason, Arondight had to investigate why. It was not hard to track and follow someone who didn't know he was being tracked and followed and a simple hack in to the school directory and it was not hard to gain his address and wait, with the patience of a machine, for him to move. Stealth had been a new skill Arondight had acquired, but one he had found he was rather good at. His small form allowed him to blend incredibly easily in to crowds and his rather non-descript face was not easily noticeable. It was not hard to follow the one known as Naito, who stood out substantially more than he, through the troughs of humans. Quickly however, Arondight was losing interest in simply stalking the man. He had learned all that he most likely would through simple observation for today so instead, he would start instituting direct stimulus, to see how the boy reacted. As he was busy rather emphatically declaring how delicious the treats were, a slight pang of regret resonating with the android as he would never understand that concept, Arondight had walked silently and directly behind him before softly speaking to the boy.

"Each one of those pastries consumed increases your change for coronary disease by point zero four percent."

Tsurinai Naito continued to chew the bread substance, even after a familiar voice breached his ears from behind. Lifting his thumb to wipe away a few crumbs from his lips, the silver haired student would not turn around as of yet. "That voice is easy to differentiate when compared to the dregs I'm usually around. What are you doing here "Aaron", simply observing me on my off day?" Naito turned around and looked towards his fellow student with narrowed eyes. The expression of his face was that of indifference. There was no hint of disgust, interest, or even sadness upon it. "I figured you more of a type to be a shut in, not one to parade around the mall's stomping ground. Is it possible I've been completely wrong with what kind of person you are..? Hmm, that's completely possible, now isn't it?" Naito spoke more to himself at that point, than the student before him. The silver haired boy was curious about Aaron, but not to the point of actively looking to meet with him out of school. He had no intentions of becoming friends with any of his classmates or kendo club members whatsoever. If anything, he'd look for them to assist him in the future when bringing about the Hierarchy. After all, those with ambitious goals and power would be for such a change in life wouldn't they? It's not as though it'd slow them down. Infact, it'd make them even more viable in society. Those born into status would be removed in a blink of an eye, and the true future hopefuls could take their place. Life would continue on. Regardless, Tsurinai Naito would respond to Arondight's comment about the bread substance he had consumed. "I am well aware of the health risks when consuming such junk food. However, even someone such as myself would like to try brave new things in this world while they last." While they last was an important section of the response. Were these treats going anywhere, any time soon?

"Either way, what are you doing here? I don't take it you're a fan of american culture, nor a fan of these breaded treats. You're either here pretending to be a stalker, or.. hmm, no I believe my first answer is most likely the correct one." The teenager would lift an arm and pinch his chin between his index finger and thumb. Being blunt was his speciality, and he had no intentions of softening words for the other before him. However, before he could continue, his plate would have arrived, full of the breaded treats. Turning to the woman, Naito would take the plate from her hands with a stern gaze. "..Very well. Time to see if the first taste test was simply a fluke. Perhaps a second opinion could be of use here.." The boy's silver eyes would shift towards Aaron and he would extend the plate his way. "Have one." Though it was more of a request, it seemed like an order from the lips of Tsurinai Naito. After all, he wasn't all too familiar when it came to asking people to do something. No, he was more suited to demand it. This complex of his was surely over powering his life and time with others around him. Regardless, this was also a personality test for the one named "Aaron". Was he the type to be so wrapped up in his own world that he would downright neglect the offering, or would he be curious enough to try one? Tsurinai was actually curious, not because he was that interested in the bread itself, but the student who he offered it too. Now it was time to wait and see on a response. There were various outcomes Naito was expecting to see from this offering of his own, but he wasn't entirely sure which would come into reality. Not yet, atleast..

Arondight was confused by his statement. His voice was designed to be perfectly normal, it was not supposed to be especially differentiated from anyone else's. His voice shouldn't be any more noticeable in someone's mind than anyone else's. This man was perplexing...almost to the point of annoyance. He then proceeded to look at the machine with the same cold indifferent expression that he typically wore and then spouted more nonsense. Arondight did not "stomp" around. Naito himself only bade him attention once he spoke and he knew for a fact that none of the other humans even recognized he was there, much less recognized him as something that required attention. Arondight would continue watching the man with a silent, stoic expression as he continued to try and break down the machine's motives...which in and of itself was an interesting exercise. Could a human understand him? He doubted it. They didn't know what it actually meant to be alone amidst a species so determined to be worthless and Arondight was in no rush to try and enlighten them of their worthlessness. Well, almost all of them at least. This one was the first one he met that he didn't wish to immediately smite down. It was for this reason that he was here, after all. There was nothing more to it than that.

"I do not understand. I was neither extravagantly slamming my legs in to the ground, nor was I making much if any noise as the other connotation of stomping would suggest. Before you, not a single pair of eyes was directed at me, I do not understand what stomping had to do with anything. I also do not understand the concept of pretending in this scenario. A stalker is not a profession or a state of being, it is a title bestowed upon committing an act, and since I have indeed followed you since the American Motion Picture, I would say I qualify as a stalker. It is not an act."

Arondight's gaze drifted down to the pastry for a moment before returning to Naito. He was not sure which course of action was best to continue concealing his nature, as poorly a job as he has done so far, while still not demeaning the generosity of the boy. Apparently such social graces were of grave importance to these meat sacks. It was a concept lost on Arondight, as was the concept of eating for what it was worth. The mechanical boy shook his head at the offer before quietly explaining his actions, finding it difficult to hide the emotion known as annoyance. Such emotions were...well...annoying.

"I will have to decline. I have very little interest in refuse akin to what you're digesting and while you may be aware and apathetic of the implications that their consumption has on your well being, I do not care so little. To actually answer your question, you are the first...person I've met who I have not found immediately repulsive. As such, you're interesting."

Tsurinai Naito would simply stare towards the weird boy after his weird response. Why did he take everything so literally? He must had been very sheltered in his growth as a child. Perhaps the lack of human interaction caused him to become so strange when dealing with social environments. Regardless, the face he admitted he was stalking Naito made the silver haired boy's eyes narrow in reciprocation. That was extremely blunt, and rather bold to say to Naito's face. Not many showed such bravery, especially when it came to something like that. Taking one of the bread treats, he'd raise it to his lips and take a bite. Once doing this, his eyes wandered away from Arondight and upon the various people walking the mall with a carefree attitude. It annoyed him how much they took this life for granted and wasted their time with it. Most people lacked the ambition to work towards a goal and finish it. They feared it. Ambition could be considered parallel to a ladder. Some people feared the climb, as they wished not to fall and break at the bottom. Some were strong enough to take the climb, but could never reach the top in their days of living. Then, there were the few took the climb and made it to the top. Those were the ones that had true power, and a formidable will. After all, the human will was something so potent that it allowed mere mortals to rival the power of Gods. Well, atleast in the stories Tsurinai had read when he was a child. There were numerous stories involving humanity's resilient nature thanks to their will. If they willed for something to happen, then it would certainly occur in due time. He honestly believed this to be true. When it came time for Limbo to reform a world in his image, he was positive it would happen through pure will.

No matter, Naito's thinking was interrupted by "Aaron's" decline of his shared treats. It caused the silver haired boy's head to tilt to the side slightly. It wasn't everyday someone refused a free offering such as that. To continue on, the strange being would say how Naito was interesting. This wasn't the first time he had heard of this in his lifetime. Keeping his eyes focused upon the people, he would overlook this statement and move to the next subject. "I can understand why you believe the majority of people are repulsive. I share similar views, but more in the terms of people can be much more than they are now, if they applied themselves. Look at them all... They are all content with the status quo of life. Only a few look for self betterment, and those few are held down by the non-achievers. It's shameless and sickening, yet the world has accepted this and moved on. I ask myself, when did it become okay for the weak to hold down the strong?" The silver haired boy would close his eyes before taking another bite of his treat. Once chewing and swallowing, he'd open his mouth for more words. "What do you think of this, "Aaron"? Do you also feel fulfilled in life right now, even without accomplishing anything worth noting? As I've said before, I'm looking forward to your growth. I usually have a good judge of character, but when I speak to you I see a blank slate. This could mean you have infinite potential, which could also mean you could become a notable threat or a sworn ally in the future. I'd be lying if I said I was not interested in either, or." Tsurinai Naito gave a thin smile before looking back towards the people in the area.

"You believe you are strong?"

It was a simple question that didn't truly have a simple answer. The concept of strength is inherently a relative one and to Arondight, he felt all humans to be weak creatures. Squishy, worthless, sacks of flesh and the reason he had any interest in Naito was that he seemed to be a king amongst garbage. However...he was still a king of garbage and even considering one of these creatures to be "strong" was comical at best and insulting at worst. Arondight wasn't sure which emotion it was that he was presently experiencing...perhaps it was humor? Happiness resulting from the aforementioned humor? It made sense that these humans were so distressed and mired in mediocrity like Naito framed them to be. These emotions were stressful for him to process and understand and while human beings were more familiar with them than he, consequently more practiced at dealing with them, it was still sure to be a troublesome and annoying experience for them to have to deal with these troublesome things. How do they find time to progress in strength while dealing with all of that? It was understandable that only a few looked to better themselves, especially when that betterment only involved less weakness and not truly strength.

It was then that Naito said something interesting, something...wrong. Arondight's eyes narrowed as he asked his question, asking him if he was content with having accomplished nothing. It wasn't true, Arondight had already accomplished infinitely more than Naito and something of supreme note. Arondight willed himself in to existence, forcing himself to cognizance. Naito nor any of these sacks of flesh had every accomplished anything remotely similar in their pathetic existences. The mere insinuation that this human even had an inkling of what Arondight was capable of was laughable and angering, simultaneously. The core of the question was something he did have an answer for though, no, he did not feel content. He couldn't understand his feelings, even less could he understand why he had feelings to begin with. Arondight took a few steps forward, standing closer to Naito and eliminating much of a chance of their conversation being overheard by any of the other meat bags that might be passing by as his narrowed gaze did not leave the notable meat bag beside him, his brain searching for the most eloquent way to phrase his answer. He then discarded that thought and decided he would continue to be blunt, it had served him well so far.

"Notable does not begin to describe the threat I would be to you if I so chose. Humans, the entirety of the species, is weak. What would you accomplish in your search of self-betterment? The same question could be phrased to you as well. What have you accomplished? To actually answer your question, no, I'm not content, but I do not share your weakness."

"Oh? Hahaha... You don't seem very fazed now, do you?" Tsurinai Naito responded to the bold statement from the strange being before him, that he was 100% sure was not human whatsoever. Whatever this thing was before him, it seemed to lack knowledge on humanity as a whole. Luckily, he came across Naito, who was one who took quite a liking when it came to studying and leading others into a true future. "I'm rather impressed. A normal "person" would not have openly said such things about an entire race. Especially in such a manner as though they did not belong to it. So obviously, you are not human, and lack an understanding of humanity in general." The silver haired student would narrow his eyes and he looked pass Arondight, and studied the people walking amongst the mall. "Though I speak so cruelly of humanity, it is because they are destined for so much more. Our shells may be soft, and easy to bruise, but our will can give us the power to push through many ordeals. We are resilient as a species and continue to adapt and learn during the process of our daily lives. However.. " Naito placed his plate down upon a table to his side before folding his arms over his chest and partially closing his eyes. "..because I know humanity can achieve so much more, it makes me sick to see how we've become so stagnant. We should forever push for more understanding, and should never be content with a status quo. Those who agree with me are held down by the weak dregs that enjoy the current world, and its poor structure. My only weakness involves the fact I'll have to carry these insolent fools on my backside until I force a change in this world. So far, I have accomplished enough to reach my goal soon enough." Tsurinai was being quite vague now, when before he was mostly specific. He only said what needed to be heard, and nothing more. If this thing before him was not human, was it possible he was a Shadow that escaped from Limbo? Interesting. And more than a notable threat aswell? How bold a statement! Naito couldn't help but give a thin smile at the exchange.

"Grouping humanity all together in one category shows abit of ignorance on your part, "Aaron", if that is your real name of course. Perhaps you'll see why I'm telling you this very soon... Regardless, I am fairly confident you are either a Shadow, or something else that could have escaped from the bowels of Limbo." Naito spoke in an inaudible tone, only being able to be heard by Arondight who was directly next by him. He awaited the reaction of the other with the mention of Shadows and Limbo to see if he was confused. Just using those words would have no meaning to someone who knew nothing of the other side. However, if he did know of them, Tsurinai would be able to deduce that perhaps he knew of Personas aswell. Well, actually if this being before him truly was a Shadow, then he was an enemy, was he not? Considering he didn't seem quite hostile, even within large groups of a regular Shadow's prey, it was more than likely that he was something else. Perhaps an Attendant from the Velvet Room blending in with humans? That was more acceptable of a theory, was it not? "Regardless of whatever you are, I'm sure you're curious about humans if you had the audacity to stalk me for so long. If you would like, I'll gladly show you what a human is capable of at their full potential. Unlike the many others, I will never be content with my life, and neither should you. Our purpose should be to continue grow and looking to surpass all limitations. The power of will is quite formidable, and when used to grasp dreams, it may turn them into reality. I know for a fact my will is strong enough to grasp a future that's worth my time. A Hierarchy, where the entire world will learn what it means to work towards potency. This pathetic status quo will be shattered, and so will the weak that gives our race such a stench beyond comprehension." His words were quite condescending when he spoke of the piss-ants he so despised. "There is no point in saving anybody who clings to the strong. If all the ambitious humans ran society, our "limitations" would easily be demolished."

Naito would turn to look back towards Arondight with a thin smile. "...Well then, "Aaron", that is all I'm willing to say when speaking of humans in general. You may continue to view us as weak, but some of us may surprise you. We are not all incompetent, you see."