Rainbow Lightning

"I'm late! I'm late!!" A boy in white t-shirt and blue jeans repeated as he ran towards the entrance of a large architectural building labelled with bold letters: AARON'S PLUMIX; a large famous organization basically their roles are to admit, invest and organise; pretty much like every other responsible organization.

Well, Valen Ichiro, the 18year old boy running towards the organization's entrance had been admitted two days ago and was late for his clearance exercise. His admission status was updated d he was referred to his mail. Fortunately he had managed to check up his mail four hours ago because he had woken up late after an intense night of online gaming session. He finally got past the security room and into the main hall used for receiving the adminees— the new intakes, but definitely he wasn't the only one late, a couple of other persons had rushed in after himself. Ichiro stood still whilst the others whom had rushed past him quickly took their seats, leaving him with just few seats at the back.

Was it that he hadn't seen much people gathered together in one place before? Well he kept looking. From his point of view he could see most of the adminees quite happy especially two female youngsters whom were both enthusiastic. The both of them noticed him and each waved a hand with a greeting but Ichiro whom was gradually becoming flooded with nervous excitement, for some reasons ignored their greetings and kept on staring before fixating his gaze on another roll of seats at the end of the hall, where he noticed four other guys and several ladies... nope it wasn't a harem scenario. It was just another bunch of admimees waiting for whomsoever was the receiving officer. But as well as Ichiro hadn't taken a seat and was also in wait for the receiving officer, he also found it intriguing that two out of the four boys in that roll didn't seem quite happy at all; just expressionless facial and body countenance.

And one of them found Ichiro's gaze, he has this absurdly curled hair, Ichiro quickly recalled that certain persons with such curled hair are actually from the so called Great Tsunami Family, in fact, they were addressed as Tsunamites. So obviously Ichiro knew his eyes had found one, but this one's facial expression seems to say a lot of things; things like: why look at me? Don't you see I'm tired? mehn I wanna to sleep? His facial expression looked really sad.

Was he lacking sleep? I'm sure he's depressed... Ichiro wondered as he kept staring. Eventually Ichiro began feeling sad too, it was like Ichiro gradually came to a vague understanding of the Tsunamite's sadness; that was the work of ichiro's weird empathy for others. But Ichiro had to remember and remind himself of his family rules, infact it wasn't just a mere family rule, it was the application of his daily living. Several times he had being sad and like a curse, others paid dearly for it.

"Hey boyo!" A voice called from behind. "Won't you take a—"

The peculiar sound heard when two high tension naked electric cables touch was what followed after the unfinished statement. The adminees who in the first instance never paid attention to the voice immediately grew interest and had turned to take a better look at the scenerio, meanwhile some other adminees who had the opportunity of checking out the voice to determine if it was that of the so-called receiving officer were able to get a glimpse of what has transpired.

In what seemed like an instant, someone had been hit by what a few could obviously call lightning.

And then, came out the words "Ohh Noo!" from Ichiro's mouth as he looked back in regret at what he just caused.

..."Please I'm so sorry!" Ichiro cried in a sad tone as he quickly gave out his hand to the unwarranted victim. But it was at that point Ichiro remembered the number two rule of his family; but it was too late, his outstretched hands had already met with the unwarranted victim's hand and then the first scenario played out again with a much bigger impact....

This time, everyone, every adminee present saw the scenerio play out. It just took a touch; a feel of Ichiro's fingers to send the unwarranted victim scrambling to the wall. The effect was quite damaging on the wall and the most noticeable occurrence was the spark of Rainbow lightning that most, if not all eyes has managed a glimpse of. Just as the name implied, the lightning spark was obviously beautiful but the damage it caused made it's beauty a slack–off.

As everyone kept peering at the scenario, Ichiro immediately had a switch in attitude.

He laughed out. "Hey man! sorry bro!" He kept on laughing as he spoke. "Are you the receiving officer?" he asked still in his hysterical mode.

"Hahaha sorry you must be hurt." he laughed once more as he called out to the hurt individual whom was groaning loudly in pain.

This unruly attitude agitated an uproar from the adminees in the hall.

A boy putting on earrings walked forward with both his hands in his pocket. He walked from the roll at the end of the hall towards Ichiro. His steps, his facial countenance all exuded anger and irritation.

"Like for real? you hit a person with such absurd force and you still have the guts to laugh?"

Ichiro turned around with the same hysterical look on his face. "Hahaha I'm trying man, I'm trying my best."

"Like what the heck!" The boy's stare grew intense. "like for real?!" you deserve a well fisted punch on your silly face."

The boy moved more steps towards Ichiro. Ichiro knew this meant bad news because if he were to make physical contact with that dude... like was the dude serious? Ichiro wondered, who drr heck does he think he is, running straight at me? he just saw what happened right? Hes gonna get hurt!

"Please don't touch me!" Ichiro warned, but for persistence sake, the dude was persistent. Straight out from the dudes pocket, his left hand came out in a jab towards Ichiro's face.

"Like the hell with you!" The boy in earnings said as he quickly tried to land a punch on Ichiro's face.

"But Ichiro saw it, the boy had pulled out his left hand from his pocket as he ran towards him. The boys left hand looked humanoid but at the same time the whole arm was gloved in some absurd covering of scabs.

" What's up with His left arm?" Ichiro thought aloud. left with no time for thoughts Ichiro has to quickly Dodge the punch but as persistence would have it, the boy kept being persistent.

The boy knew he wasn't going to land the punch from the moment Ichiro decided to dodge.

"Gotcha!" he grinned. The boy quickly took a stance and made a turn with his right elbow straight towards Ichiro's neck.

As brute as that sounds, it landed a hit, he obviously was going to land a hit and those of them who watched anticipated that to happen too. But unfortunately the opposite occurred.

The boy in earnings was sent flying away just like the first victim had experienced. And the spark of Rainbow lightning was once visible again.

"Well well well!" He groaned as he managed to stand on his feet, "so that man over there," he pointed to the first victim. "managed two of those charges you gave me. You certainly are a lake of electric charges and those eyes of yours... hmmph! unluckily for me, I forgot to glove my right arm with the blood clot I used for my left arm, TCH!"

"So that was it! Ichiro thought aloud. "he was insulating his left arm with a blood clot or blood scab or whatever and then he forgot to insulate the right one before hitting me."

"Well!" The boy said aloud, therefore peering into Ichiro's thoughts. "i'll be out of time soon, so I better umm... teach you a lesson or two. You get that!"

His neck was steaming of blood, like literally steaming of two steaks of blood steam. Each steam of blood protruded from two badly intended straight line cut done probably with the nails or with a sharp object. The two cuts were in parallels; a steam of blood from one line and another steam of blood from the other but in this case the boy's cut tends to be healing drastically thereby, affecting the intensity of the blood steam.

"OK then, this time I'll get you with both my arms insulated." the boy smirked.

One of the girls whom had waved Ichiro a greeting at the beginning, began fueling the fight with her cheers which prompt most of the adminees to cheer up the face–off even further.

"OK! he grinned. " here I come you annoying brat!"

From the look of things, Ichiro knew this guy was dead serious about it and nobody not even a grown up or another grown was around to ease this scenerio because the current grown up had been groaning for some minutes back before getting unconscious. Ichiro had no option than to result into defending himself.

"OK OK OK..." Ichiro said to himself, "calm down" he said again.

With eyes closed he started generating sparks like the ones he used but this time it was more and both his hands were full of sparking electric charges of rainbow like colour and his eyes shown like the charge symbol ones android phone had when plugged to an electric source. Obviously to everyone it looked beautiful but it was certainly dangerous. And ofcourse the boy in earings saw all this but as persistence as he was and due to the fact that he anticipated the fight he dared not waver, after all both his arms are also insulated with blood clot so he had nothing to fear.

...deunitnoC eB oT