Yoko's Rebirth
Running. Running until his joints hurt. Running until the breath escaped him and he felt he could run no more, but he did. He was willing to run to the end of the earth, and then jump to his end. He was tired of life, his life, the life of a thief. He couldn't take it anymore; he had the skill, he had the speed, he even had the brains to get it done, but he refused. He was tired of being targeted by mercenaries and solider, and seeing his friends dying just for some treasure, and here he was so badly hurt nobody would recognize him. He was reduced to a mere spirit. He ran wishing for a new pain, one to erase this one, he thought of the sorrow of others he saw. The life of the ones that weren't rich or running like he is now. He thought of the pain of life…the pain, of being human. He stopped and looked at the setting sun, his tail blowing in the wind, his hair ruffled from running, and he wished. He wished for the pain, the sorrow, the ending of this life and the beginning of a new one, a new one as a human. He wanted to feel the new horrors of life. So once again, he ran.
As she walked home from another day at her horrible job she turned around. She decided not to go home. Why go? There was nothing waiting for her there. So she walked on in the opposite direction. She was thinking about going to the bar. She wanted to erase the pain. As she walked she heard whispers, she knew they were about her. They all said it even her so-called friends. It wasn't a secret, almost the whole city knew. They say things like; "It's the sorrow of life" or " Two pregnancies and both miscarriages." Some were cruel and said; " I think she's diseased" and "she can't have a child, that's not right." All this is said yet she gets through it. She has grown accustomed to being made fun of. Her name was Shiori Minamino.
Right now all that mattered was getting through this day in her life. Her life was miserable, ever since the day she was born. Her mother died when she was born. Her father beat her and refused to feed her more than table scraps. Soon her father left her. She didn't like him but when he left she felt worse, she felt alone. A foster mother took her in around the age of four. Her new mother was kind but Shiori was already turned cold so she did not notice. When her foster mother died Shiori was old enough to take care of her self. When Shiori was out off high school she went to work to support herself.
Now that she was a grown adult she had an okay job that could support a child. She figured that if she had a child her life would be less miserable.
When she reached the bar she was in tears. She didn't know what came over her. She couldn't enter the bar like this; so she turned into a side alley. She went to the end of the alley and leaned against a wall and cried. When the tears dried up and she was ready to enter the bar two men came into the alley.
"Oh are you okay?" one of the men said.
"I-I'm Fine." Shiori responded.
She didn't like the looks of these guys. One was big and looked like he could pull a train. The big one had no hair and had a tattoo that looked like a cell number. The other was smaller and looked like he couldn't even lift fifty Kg. The other had short red hair