Island of Kishins

by Chetahluv

Maka is the leader of the Kishin Gang, Luke is a ex-rich homeless boy trying to get away from his crazy past, Soul is Maka's BF, Blackstar's Maka's brotherly assassin, Crona is the poor soul, Kid is Maka's gunman, Liz and Patty are Kid's sisters, Tsubaki is Maka's good side, and Blair is the Russian Blue cat. What happens when Luke is dumped on their Turf in the middle of nowhere?

1. PROLOGUE

Prologue...

Luke

I never would have guessed that my life as a rich spoiled ladies-man heir would end. In fact, not quite so abruptly. Mom and Dad shouldn't have died. Not at all. Not on my birthday. Not because of me. They were abusive... mentally. I'm only 17. I had a life ahead of me. Now I don't. Because they wanted to die. ONE-only one- year before I'd have been 18. I'd have been old enough to carry on the family name. The family title the family money, wealth, and fortune. But now they're gone, and there's use crying over spilled blood. Honestly, though, I should tell you that they were murdered. In cold blood. in their own house. NO. In their own room... by me.

Maka

I sat on my tree branch, gazing out to the sea. No one knew this, but I loved the sea. The gentle waves, the soft lap of white froth against the shore. it was perfect, beautiful. And way to sentimental for me. I'm the leader of the Kishin Gang. We were banished here by Lord Death. This was my territory now, and I had to defend it. No pretty daydreaming for me. Especially not to my gang. I sighed inwardly. Being strong for them was hard. I looked down to the ground and spotted several shapes sleeping. I was on guard.

Blackstar had his back to my tree, snoring, as Tsubaki curled up beside him, her long, black hair tied up in a ponytail. Liz and Patty reclined nearby on hollow logs, closer to the huge fire. Kid, Lord Death's son, had left his father to follow his half-sisters and us. His black hair contrasted painfully unsymmetrical with the three white stripes going halfway around his head as he stretched out alongside their logs on the ground. Off to himself, Crona's silent, even breathing matched those of the gang's Russian Blue Blair as they also lay against a different tree. My best guy friend Soul lay partially hidden in the shadows of Crona's tree, his pure white hair almost silver in the moon light.

I sighed outwardly this time, how I wished something would change. I was sick of it here. We needed a change of scenary, or fresh blood. Somthing. It had been way too quiet lately. Blackstar had had no one to challenge, Crona was too calm, Kid had no symmetry, Blair had no attention, Tsubaki had no one to comfort, Liz and Patty had... nothing for something, Soul had no one to be mad at, and I... I was just missing something.