Life sucked. Everything sucked. The world sucked, and if God was real, he sucked too. Nothing was good. Issei Hyoudou had long since come to this realization, and had come to terms with it as well. There wasn't a way around it, so he might as well just get over it, right? Nope, no way. Not when he also had a couple of assholes up in his head. REWRITE!

Issei was a lonely boy. No friends to speak of, save the ones in his head. They never left him alone, and always criticized his life. Right up to the end, Issei was alone. Rated T for now, but might change to M because of language. No sex scenes EVER. I don't do those. Not a harem fic.

Tatsumi, a boy of sixteen, was just out with his friends when they happened upon the trail of a dying person. None of them knew who it belonged to, but they investigated anyways. As it turns out, the stranger was under pursuit for stealing a new Imperial Arms. Quite a dangerous one, as Tatsumi soon found out.