The air was crisp and cold; thin clouds enveloped the moon so wisps of light shone through- night time. Cars crowded the roads creating deafening noises, an unpleasant discord of honking and screeching. Rebellious teenagers rode their Air Treks, or ATs for short, on any surface they could find. It was an amazing night to be out, riding. There was a pleasant breeze, nature's way of keeping the ever bustling city of Tokyo pure.
Suddenly the smell of blood stains the clear air; a shark was out hunting victims he found unnecessary to be alive. This shark was none other than Agito Wanijima.
"Fuck," He muttered, "No one is putting up much of a fight, pathetic weaklings."
The Fang King leaped of the edge of a roof top, only to hit the shingles of another. Behind him, in an alley, lay heaps of bodies that wouldn't rise for a while, and would probably never ride again.
He never stopped to look back, but was still expectant for a rebuke.
Not all of them are, Agito. A voice- small and sweet, yet troubled replied in his head- Agito's split personality: Akito. You shouldn't do this. I've asked you not to many times.
Agito ignored the pacifist boy and continued to hunt worthless wimps, as he labeled them in his head. He paused, there was great fear running in the air, and sweet smelling blood coming from the same area. His prey escaped at this distraction caught more of Agito's attention.
"Fuck!"
Blaming the source of fear and blood, he sped toward it, intending to wipe it out for disturbing him. As he neared it, he discovered it was another small alley, where Magaki and some other Skull Saders were harassing a girl.
A girl, who's very pretty. Akito added, causing the dominant one to rake his narrowed amber eye over her form.
Her clothes were tattered, and dirty. He could smell the sweet scent of her blood coming from the ripped fabric. Also drenched in blood were her long locks, similar in color to his. This thrilled Agito.
The Fang King quickly and silently leaped off the railing he was standing on and let his hooks rip apart the unsuspecting rascals. As he moved onto the slightly shorter girl, he noticed her widened, fearful eyes.
Large, deep navy blue orbs reminiscent of a bottomless ocean that swallowed up anyone who dared to disturb it, stared back at him. For a moment, it seemed as if she was vaguely familiar. His moment of hesitation caused a glint of recognition to appear in her eyes, and in the next moment, her eyes rolled back, and she slumped forward, unconscious.
This was becoming too easy. Agito started moving in for the kill.
No! Agito, stop! Akito shouted urgently, causing their shared body to stop once more.
Why? I'm only gonna save her pain that is due to come. Agito retorted.
The Fang King's hooks released their grasp on his cargo pants, as Akito continued his pleas. The pacifist's efforts were fulfilled as Agito finally paused. He inspected the blue haired female; other than the minor cuts and scrapes, there was no major damage done to her body. Beside her was a small backpack, and there was an outline of ATs bulging out from it.
Fuck this! I'll let her live. Only because I sense that she is strong.
He started to skate away but again Akito begged him to take the girl back to the Noyamano residence, "because she would die in the cold otherwise."
Sighing to himself, Agito turned around and threw the girl's bag over his shoulders and bent down to gingerly pick the strange girl in his arms. The Fang King noticed that she was surprisingly light. He slowly carried the girl and her pack back to his place of residence as of now. The wind stirred up and caused thick strands of her hair to whip Agito's face.
He was starting to get pissed and roughly grabbed all the loose strands and held them together. The girl winced in pain, not waking from her slumber. Noticing her discomfort, Agito loosened his grasp.
The clouds cleared up, allowing the moon to shine brightly. His silhouette disappeared into the air.