Futari
Two opposites, they were, traveling together down the night-time streets of Tokyo, where shadows from buildings stretched and danced, painting the ground yellow and casting figures into disproportion. They weren't exactly a normal sight, a tall pugnacous looking gangster brandishing bandages and a red bandana like medals, and a short effeminate rurouni, quiet and soft spoken, with long bright red hair like a kabuki wig, that spilled down his shoulders, and a scar on his cheek that was the only evidence that he may have had a life the was less than tame.
Time and time they passed by crowds, on their ventures with duty in mind, or perhaps out for recreation and frivolity(Though the latter often required persuasiveness), but either way, they drew curiously wandering eyes. None could have ever guessed who was the deadlier of the two, and it was best that way. Nor could they possibly have guessed how compelling it was that they came together in such peaceful symbiance, from opposite ends of a revolution that was a chessboard of a thousand sides, drawn closer through that undefinable love that is commonly known as friendship.
Small A/N:
(For lack of a better title, I called this one "futari" which means simply, "two people".)