Daz walked in and almost made a beeline for the remote. "Um, Kage?" Daz asked. "Yes?" I replied. "May I watch on your television?", "Sure," I answered, "As long as you don't break it." I was about to pick up a piece of paper when Daz asked, "Do you have any video games?" "Yes. In my room," I said "First room on the right when you first enter the hall." Daz looked at the hallway then back at me. "What do you want? I told you where my room is," I said, irritated. "I don't want to go into your room when you aren't in it, too," Daz said. Just then, an alarm went off. "Well, time to meet Chakkuri," I said, grabbing my bags. Daz stood up with me and stretched. "Time for your date with Chakkuri," Daz said, chuckling. I was about to walk out the door when my mom said, "Wait, aren't you forgetting someone? Your friend Hiroko is quite charming... can we keep her?" I looked at mom. "Keep her? Are her parents okay with that?" I asked. "Um... her parents are dead," Mom said. "Is that true?" I asked Hiroko. "It is true," Hiroko replied. "Your choice, mom. She isn't my friend," I said, and started back towards the door. "Oh, I was supposed to go with Kage," I heard Hiroko tell mom. "Have fun, Hiroko and Kage... Oh! And whoever you are!" Mom yelled. "My name is Daz!" Daz yelled back. Twenty minutes passed, and we arrived at the spot we were supposed to meet Chakkuri. Chakkuri sees us and waves us to a booth. "So, about the jacket, how'd you get it?" Chakkuri asked, motioning towards the jacket. "I think we should save that question for last and start with who got their powers first," I said, pointing at Daz. Chakkuri, Hiroko and I were looking at Daz expectantly. A whole minute passed when he finally noticed we were staring at him.

"What?" Daz asked, digging in his nose. Finally, I tell him what we were looking at him for. "Oh. Why were you staring at me then" Daz asked. Chakkuri, Hiroko and I face palmed. I tell him again. "Right, Here it goes. I was at my house when I saw something I wasn't supposed to see. I walked into my parent's room to get some water, when I saw my dad killing my mom!" Daz said, "I was so scared, I didn't know that he had the guts to kill her, but looking at the tv screen showed that he did. I didn't even know that my mom played video games in the first place. My dad saw me from the corner of his eye and turned so fast, he could've broken his neck. Then he said, 'Don't worry, little Daz. We are only bonding a little' letting out a scary laugh, his character covered in blood. I closed my eyes and concentrated and a bunch of stuff started floating. 'Let me play,' I said opening my eyes, and closed them again to concentrate and levitated the controller, bringing it towards me. 'I will avenge you,' I told mom, who looked at me confused. That is pretty much it," Daz finished up his story. "Aw haw haw. That *sniff* was the saddest story I've ever heard." I cried, and when I saw everyone looking at me, I stopped, cleared my throat and "fixed my tie"(Wasn't wearing one). A random man was still looking at me concerned as he walked by. "That sounds like you knew that you had the powers," Chakkuri stated, "Plus, that whole story sounded like a two year old wrote it.", "That is what happened" Daz protested. "Whatever. I knew we couldn't rely on this guy anyways," Chakkuri said. "Kage, may we listen to your story?" Hiroko asked. I looked at her, nodding my head. "To be honest, I didn't even have this jacket before, and it seems he is the one who is making it to where I can use my powers," I explained. "'He'? The jacket is a living thing?" Chakkuri asked. "Look. I don't know, maybe we can get him to explain," I claimed. The jacket's zipper unzipped. One by one the sleeves of the jacket slid off my arm. The jacket flew over to Chakkuri, Hiroko and Daz, sliding into an empty spot. "I am a living thing. I was made by the Master Shadow, so you could be special," the jacket explained. The three of them looked at me, wide eyed. I did the same to them. I really couldn't take the fact that the jacket chose me, that I was special. "Wait, if I was chosen, and I'm the 'special one', doesn't that make this story kinda generic?" I asked the group, and they all replied with something along the lines of: "Now that I think of it..." "So that means that now we can skip this childish writing, right?" Chakkuri asked, "because this doesn't seem like an experienced writer wrote any of this."