Disclaimer: Minekura, the god of all manga-ka, owns all that is Wild Adapter. Unfortunately for me.
Prologue
"Shit, how the hell did I get myself into this mess?"
The young Japanese ground his teeth in frustration.
He was crouched down with his back pressed against the dirty wall behind him. His butt was sore, and his ankles ached, but he listened intently for any sign of his attackers.
He wished that he could blame somebody, that it could be somebody's fault other then him and his own stupidity. He wanted to blame that dumb-ass kid for trying to be his friend, or Kubota for not stopping him, for not figuring out what was going on. What the hell was wrong with him anyway? Normally he had everything figured out and was the one leaving Tokitou guessing. But Kubota'd been acting funny for a while now. He seemed concerned about something, whatever that meant for Kubota anyway. He wished that Kubota was there, with that dopey smile of his, so he could yell at him. He kicked himself mentally for rushing in head first, thinking he could handle it all on his own.
Well, shit, he probably could've handled it if all the bastards didn't have guns.
The heavy sound of approaching footsteps stopped that train of thought. He sucked on his teeth and hoped a well timed and well executed punch would give him some advantage…
A/N: Sorry that was so short, but it's just the prologue. Chapter 1 will be longer. If someone would like to edit for me, I'd be very grateful.