March, 3rd
2012
New York City
The cab driver slammed his foot forcefully down on the brakes. Car tires screech painfully across the tarmac, only to collide full force into a young man.
Screams all around. Confusion and disorientation take over. Suddenly, a lone man breaks out from the crowd, diving downwards to the small heap of a body by the hood of the cab. The driver exits, ashamed, proclaiming innocence.
His cries drowned out by the shouts of onlookers and screams of the other man now huddled over the body of the victim.
The victim and man, similar pure, angel like white hair, lay center road.
One-by-one, people become silent. The only sounds left are the soft sobs remaining after the other man's screams of terror and disbelief.
He mouths one word, "No", over and over.
He tells himself it's all a dream. A horrible nightmare.
Sirens ring through the air. Red and blue all around. The victim is carted away.
January 18th
2012
New York City
Trudging down the damp streets of the city, Marik found his gaze hampered by the piercing white headlights of passing cars. The occasional flicker of red and blue irritated his vision, and the constant brown tinted fog of the city smoke made him want to retreat back to Egypt and never return.
Just moments ago, he had been thrown out of a restaurant for violently swearing at a manager. People had stared with a mixture of dismay and disgust. But they didn't know the full story.
"Hey, the sign out front said you're hiring?" Marik put on his cheeriest voice, hoping his enthusiasm would counter out his worn and casual outfit.
The manager looked him up and down, his eyes focusing longest on his face. Eventually he looked down, ignoring Marik.
"Sorry," Marik started, unsure of himself "did you hear me?" The man's reaction had confused him, but what he heard next sent a cold chill through him.
"We don't hire your kind."
After that comment, Marik had lost it. He had never thought people would still act like that. It was surprising.
True, He bore facial tattoos, stretching from his eyes down to his cheeks, but it had been part of his families customs, and he was reluctantly stuck with them. After moving here, he had received his share of stares, but tried his best to ignore them.
Looking down, the damp street ground was suddenly disturbed, then Marik realized with dismay it was starting to rain. He watched as the droplets of rain grew in numbers, until eventually it was pouring. He looked around for shelter, but found none.
His flimsy hood did him no good in trying to keep dry, so he did his best in trying to hail a cab.
After several attempts he wanted to give up. None seemed to notice him or they ignored him. He hated this city.
Suddenly the annoying pelting on his head stopped. Marik looked up to realize an umbrella was now sheltering him from the cold rain. He looked to his side to take a look at the person who was so kind to share one.
It defiantly wasn't what he was expecting.
The man was wearing a dark suit, but despite being well fitted looked out-of-place on him. He had long, wild white hair that stuck out in random directions, and cold dark brown eyes, that seemed to narrow as he watched Marik stare.
"T-thanks" Marik spluttered out. It was the only thing he could think of saying. An awkward silence grew between them.
"It's no problem." The stranger finally replied. "You need a lift?"
Marik blushed realizing the man had probably watched his embarrassing efforts at trying to get a cab.
"Yeah." after replying, Marik suddenly grew unsure of this situation. How did he know this stranger was safe? He could be a threat. His older sister, Ishizu, had always warned him to be wary on these streets.
Just as he was about to change his mind and part ways with the stranger, he noticed him hail a cab. To his annoyance a cab immediately responded and pulled up beside them.
"I didn't catch your name." The man suddenly said.
Marik got into the cab. "Marik Ishtar"
"Bakura Touzoku" he stuck out his hand and Marik shook it.
After making some small talk, they soon parted ways. Marik got off at the museum Ishizu worked at, and watched the cab depart, giving a final thanks and farewell to Bakura Touzoku. Little did he know, their paths would soon cross again.
So, yeah, this is just a short opening to a new story Idea I have. I know, I still haven't finished the other two I'm working on, but to be completely honest I think they've kind of died?
Anyway, Please provide feedback on this, I want to know if I should continue it or not, thanks :3
PS: Not sure if the title of this story should be "Colours" or "Red and Blue"
Thoughts? D: