~Asura's Pov~
I drifted fast as possible away from Death City. I couldn't stand Death for what he did to me...to my family. I wish I could stuff him in a bag of his own skin...then he'd know how it felt. I was over a city now, a rather big city. It was made of up huge sky scrapers and buildings that absolutely required elevators. How the world had changed...
I drifted closer to the ground as my curiosity. Graffiti from spray paint covered the brick walls and posters on the walls. Sign posts had gang symbols all over them. This was a dangerous place for humans...Not for a Kishin of course.
As I rounded a corner while in the air, I smelt the sharp, metallic tang of crimson blood, only this time it was mixed with the gassy smell of oil from the streets. I followed the scent and it led me to see an extremely tan girl who wore extremely tight shorts and a tight top and had dyed bottle blonde hair, with her were two boys who's pants hung way low.
The three were standing over a girl, who was having a hard time breathing. She was pale, and jagged jay blue hair that hung in her eyes, a black beanie was on her head. The girl had bruises and scars, and was bleeding out from her mouth and sharp cuts along her arms.
One of the boys spoke up and kicked her in the head, "You're nothing but worthless. Hanging out with animals, and snakes and spiders at that, more than people is not normal! You're a freak!"
The bottle blonde nodded, "Your live has no meaning to it! I don't understand why you're parents even named you, I understand why they dumped you in the orphanage though!"
The last boy smirked, "I know you've tried to kill yourself before, you should be happy, we're doing it for you! And look, you're surrounded by your own blood creep, you should feel happy to be around it, since it seems to make you happy!"
The three teens left the girl passed out and laughed while walking. So that's what the world has come too? Trying to destroy everyone a little different...I know how that felt. I crept silently over to the girl and picked her up. She barely weighed anything. Once again I began drifting towards the Temple, but faster this time.
It wasn't long before we arrived through the doors. I set her down on my ancient bed. I got some extra cloth and wrapped it around her bleeding scratches. I put a wet cloth on her head and pulled the black hat off. Silky, jay blue hair fell from where it was situated in the beanie and tumbled like a river down her thin frame.
Asura smiled slightly to himself. Maybe she'd show him courage...just hadn't shown her fear at all despite the fact they might've killed her. She didn't give in the sobs and screams that she wanted to release. Perhaps they could exchange something, he'd gain courage, and she'd gain strength.
Neko Ayame
Age: 16
Description: Jay blue long hair that she keeps in her black beanie, emerald green eyes, pale and thin
A few important things you need to know about her: She's quiet and people barely notice her, she's scared of people because they hurt her and say she's too different, Neko sees good in the darkness of life. She's mute by choice and has thoughts about suicide. Her hair is long, but she keeps it up and covered in her beanie because she prefers shorter hair.
Personality: Shy, quiet, kind, cold at times, self-conscious, music lover, likes cats, snakes, spiders, and bats.
Colors: Black, blue, purple, silver, and emerald green
Meister, weapon, witch, ect.: Neko, otherwise, can turn into a cat, and a weapon (Vajra and smoke bomb)