~ Judgement of Corruption~ ------- As countries unite, freedom spread aroung the world, and so did Justice. Good people had good lives, an bad people had gotten their punishment. In a quiet town, there was actually a man, trusted by the retired Judge, to keep the town clean. --- "... Guilty." A man looked up, hands cuffed as he stared at the judge, lips quiverung and eyes that shrank. "... Ex- ex- excuse- m-me-me sir?" "That's right. Guilty. Take him away, boys." The man who held the hammer, the man who had to power, the man misusing good. Greed. That was the source of this... Chaos. From a mundane town, to a chaotic sty, the village had been filled with evil men ever since. Men being framed, women disappearing, children losing their innocence and slaughtered in front of their own parents' eyes. ----- "... Money. My good sir." The blue haired man sat on a red armchair, drinking his wine and smiling at the man who sat across him, and the daughter who was standing next to him, nervous, and afraid. "... Is this enou-" The blue haired one silenced him by using his palm and looked at the girl with interest. "... You can keep the money. What I want... Is her." Silence. There was nothing but silence. The girl turned to look at his father who looked at the man who was drinking his glass of wine, neglecting his own daughter that sat on a wheelchair, mentally handicapped and was looking out to the window. "... Deal." The girl began crying, shaking her fathers' arms and she begged. The man only shook her off and walked out the door, slamming it shut. "... Tell me your name, pretty one..." The girl turned, scared, and spoke quietly in a voice, if compared to a whisper, was even quieter. "... Gumi." Her green hair was tied in a pony tail, and the blue haired man grinned. "... Gumi, have I ever told you that you have beautiful... Eyes?" ----- The girl that sat on a wheelchair stared at her palms. She wasn't capable of doing what other kids could do. Her pale turquoise colored hair dangled beneath her shoulders, gleaming with morning dew. "..." She had peered down from the balcony, looking at the kids her age who were playing, all happy and smiling. The girl wanted to cry out, scream, even. But she couldn't. Mentally handicapped she didn't know what to say, and a girl who lost her viuce at the age of 3, couldn't speak. She couldn't walk either. Her hips were paralyzed. She could only weave beautiful scarves and clothing, she could do everything with her beautiful hands. She had dedicated her life to learning things she could do, all to get attention from her father. But her father who was consumed in Lust in Greed, only cared if her artwork was something worth a lot, or if he was really drunk, and would embrace her. The girl looked at the paler craft she made and decided to show her father. Her white hands danced as she was shaking with excitement. Would he finally notice her? It's her birthday! All her tries had ended in vain. Never ti succeed. "..." ---- "..." The girl had stopped. She looked at her father and then the naked girl, all sprawled on the bed in her father's room. She dropped her paper craft and left the two there, one of which was shocked, the other still in fear. ---------- "Guilty." It was the man who had sold her daughter to the judge. Sentenced to life sentence for Drug dealing and countless murders. "... But sir-!" The man hissed at him and was being led to juvy where he belonged. ------- An angry mob charged at the two, girl and father, embracing each other as they were being burned alive. "... Don't worry... Daddy's going to make sure everything'll be alright..." 'Such lies.' Her thoughfs engulfed her like the burning flame. She had had enough. ------ "... My dear, my fortune will never be yours." His arms around the green haired Master, he snarled at her and released. "Soon Hell will be a Utopia for me and my daughter..." The Master of the Hellish Gates laughed. She pointed at Miku, who was the man's son, and motioned her to walk. The girl stood up, and walked own her own two feet, and was able to talk as well. "Sing." The empty room began to be filled with meoldies and harmonies, beautiful songs written by anazing artists. "... You see, Kaito. You, are the one going to hell." --------- A rotting corpse, engulfed in greed. Sold his soul for nothing but, Metal coins and paper. Mind filled with illusions. He paid his price dearly. For Hell awaits him. This is his "Utopia". -------- Kaito (??? Forgot. XP) Miku Hatsune. Gumi Megpoid. -------