Enter: Crow Tsukimura
The story begins with a sixteen year old boy walking down a street much like any other. He wore a black, hooded, long sleeve cloak that had tattered ends that stopped just above his ankles. The cloak had a crimson trim that popped out from its black color. On its sleeves, it had one red line going from the end of each sleeve to the shoulders before branching off to the front and back of the cloak. The boy wore its hood over his head, covering his midnight black hair that faded to moon gray. Underneath his cloak, he wore a dark gray long sleeve that was tied toward the collar of his shirt, lacing over itself three times before the strings simply hung down his chest. He also wore a pair of light gray pants with black shoes. A black and red katana hilt poked through the from the left side of his cloak as well. The boy’s moonlight silver eyes didn’t look at anybody around him as he moved through the crowd of people, too busying thinking to pay them any attention. His name, short and simple, was Crow Tsukimura. Even though Crow didn’t stand out too much, a small group of five thugs stepped in his path. The one in the middle smirked deviously and he wore a bandana tied around his head, standing his hair up straight. The rest all had bandanas covering the lower halves of their faces, but it was easy to tell that their smirks matched with that of the thug in the middle. They all even wore baggy, bleach pants with a white tank tops and beige boots. Three of them had swords, one with a sword on his right hip, another with a sword on his left hip, and the other with one katana on each hip. The other two had daggers clenched in their hands. Citizens watched helplessly as they all feared that they or their families would be put in danger if they got involved.
“Damn it, I wish they would’ve just let me pass…” he said as he looked around. With that, Crow cut through the alley to his left and got to a different street before continuing in the direction he was originally going.
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Eventually, Crow reached a small tavern. As he went up the steps, two men came tumbling out through the swinging doors. They were fighting, so Crow simply strolled around them with an uninterested expression on his face. He sat down at the bar with his hood casting a darker shadow over his face now that he was inside. The bartender moved over to him while cleaning a glass. He had short black hair that stood up and dark brown eyes. He wore a white long sleeve with khakis and brown boating shoes. He also had a scruffy beard going along his chin and the upper part of his neck.
“Aren’t you a little young to be in a place like this?” he asked.
“I’m not here to drink. I’m just here to ask you a couple of questions.” Crow answered.
“Well, alright, if that’s all.” the bartender replied.
“For starters,” the boy started while holding out his index finger and middle finger on his right hand, leaving a space as if he was holding something in between them. Then, a crimson manifestation formed out of nowhere and burned in the space between his fingers. After a quick second, the burning started to fade and a photo had formed. It was a picture of a man and a woman.
The woman was incredibly beautiful with pretty, braided hair that faded from midnight black to soft, light gray. She also had eyes as silver as the Moon. She wore a simply black dress that was somehow as elegant as the smile on her face.
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The man was tall and, even though he was in an all black suit, it was clear that he was well built. His hair was midnight black and faded to a moonlight gray as it spiked up and forward just a bit at the front of his head.
“Do you recognize these two?” Crow asked. The man took a closer look at it before backing up.
“K-Kid, I dunno what you’re doing with a picture of them, but it’s gonna cause you some problems around here.” the bartender said, the fear clearly in his voice.
“I’ll take that as a yes. Now, why would it cause me issues?” he asked.
“Because, the Purple Cobras didn’t like the girl… and they run this town.” the man said as lowly as possible. Crow’s eyes narrowed immediately. He stood up and left the bar, causing the bartender to sigh in relief. Crow walked with a glare on his face as he approached the two men who were still fighting. He pushed his way between them, too focused on other things to care about their fight. ‘The Purple Cobras… I will find their base and make them tell me what I wanna know.’ he declared mentally.
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Night had fallen over the town. Then full moon lit the cloudless and starry night along with the town below. Crow looked down at a warehouse from the top of a large building a small distance away. The moon behind him gave him the same black, shadowy appearance he’d had earlier that day. Peering through the line of windows along the warehouse, Crow watched as a few of the Purple Cobras moved through the warehouse. Then, with a flash, the Moon as well as Crow’s eyes and the trim of his cloak were glowing an ominous blood red.
“Boss, how’re we gonna get back at that punk from earlier?” one thug asked. Inside of the warehouse, tens of Purple Cobras were gathered. Their leader, the one who had grabbed the katana from Crow, was clearly frustrated and thinking of an answer.
“He’s still gotta be in this town! We’ll ransack this place till we find’im! That’s what we’ll do!” the leader exclaimed. His lackies cheered along with him, but their cheering was quickly interrupted by feathers gently falling from the shadowy ceiling above. “Feathers? The hell?” he said. Then, a black and red streak drove through several of the Purple Cobras to the leader’s right. All of them fell to the ground, bleeding in pain as the blur curved around to its left and slashed through body after body. A group of them stood in front of Crow as he slid to a stop, feathers trailing behind him. Without hesitation, Crow drove through them while being surrounded by a red Aura, stabbing through those that his Aura didn’t send flying. Within a few seconds, Crow crashed a few people on his sword into the wall across the warehouse. The rest of the group prepared to fight as Crow slightly turned to them while ripping his katana from their bodies
“CHARGE!!” one of them screamed. All of them mobbed toward Crow with swords, knives, and pipes raised above their heads. Crow held his katana above his head, both hands clenched tightly on its handle as he prepared to attack. The same Aura that surrounded Crow just moments ago ran rampant throughout the room, sending some flying, lifting a few into the air, and even slicing others as it tore the ground apart.
“Moon Scar.” Crow chanted. Then, he slashed the katana through the air. A blood red blade sliced through the air and crashed into the group of thugs in front of Crow. As soon as it hit, there was a slight pause before a scarlet explosion erupted and leveled the building. The leader of the gang was laid out and clearly injured, which was shown by the blood leaking from the left side of his head and from his mouth.. He looked in Crow’s direction and became frightened once he saw Crow’s red eyes piercing through the smoke. Then, his memories finally allowed him to recognize who the boy before him was.
“W-Wait… Those blood red eyes… Y-You’re a… A…” he tried as Crow approached. “You’re a Tsukimura!!” he finally announced as tears came to his eyes.
“You and I have some things to talk about.” Crow said as he grew closer to the thug.
“No… Please! Wait! No!!” the leader cried as Crow reached out for him. END.