(A/N : I will try my best to upload as many times as I can, but usually it will only be once a week…, also I apologize if the characters are semi-OOC, I feel that they need to take on more personality (;. Also, there will be art contests regularly for OCs. (: (enjoy for now!)
WolfIn the golden-grey light of the early morning, a boy with rust-red hair snapped his head up, bringing him out of his lonely reverie. His clothes were dusty and wet from being outside through the rainfall of the previous night. The continuous drip-dripping sound of left over rainwater was joined by the sound of his neat footsteps as he stood up and started walking down the length of the street. Hunched over, with his hands in his pockets, he walked slowly in this manner down two blocks. If he was not solidly there, he would have been invisible; because unlike other members of the hood, his feet weren't dragged along the cracked pavement. His silhouette blended into the misty air as he was seen entering an old building with boarded up windows.
Six years ago…"Win, do you think that maybe we should go get some lunch?"
"ya! There's this new cake shop called sprinkles!"
"maybe we should get something healthier to eat first. There's a sub store across the street from sprinkles, I think Bun-bun would like that better"
"Okay!"
The unusual duo walked towards the sub shop and just as they were about to open the door, it slammed open, revealing identical twins both wearing the same nba hoodie. All of a sudden, the twins pinned down the taller of the two and one of them brandished a knife.
"Run Darwin!" the pinned down boy screamed, over and over again, but the smaller, blonde boy only stood there and stared, hugging his bunny tightly.
"come on, Kaoru, you heard Gun, you're in the hood after you make your first kill! What are you waiting for?" The twin with the knife hesitantly brought it a little closer to their victim's throat. Before he could react, a spinning roundhouse kick hit him in the side of the head, sending him flying into his brother. Their captive, now free, turns to the blonde boy and says
"let's not come to this side of town again".
"okay…" the smaller of the two hesitantly agrees, and then with sudden revolution, he exclaims; "But Duke! We didn't even try out the cake shop yet!" with a sigh, the darker haired boy rolled his eyes and led the way into the creamy pink coloured building.
(A/N: if you haven't figured it out yet, Darwin is Huni )
WolfTobacco smoke. The air always smells like tobacco. Sometimes like weed, or petrol, but usually tobacco. Ever since the scare with the cops, Jove has been way too uptight with handing out special flavours to associates. Not that I take them. For seven years now, I've been clean from that poison meddling with my brain. The stuff almost controls your body and takes away all your sense of judgment.
It's always been like this; ever since I can remember. Jove takes you in? You're prime. Doesn't want you? You'd better watch your back. The closer you are to him, the better off you are. We're safe though, me and my brother, Jove even hands us big stacks of dollars from time to time.
"Because we're tight", he says, that's what he always says. We know that he only does that so we'll do his dirty work. The really dirty work. Not just mugging some kids, but the stuff with the guns. In faraway places two. I prefer knifes, but hey, if the boss gives you guns, you should use them.
There's that one movie saying that goes somewhere along the lines of "you'd better sleep with one eye open", but the hood is a tough place to be, to keep your stuff and sometimes your life, fifty eyes wouldn't be enough. I never sleep anymore. When you're Jove's right-hand killer, you've got lots of enemies. I am always awake, alert. Always keep all my weapons on me. I haven't seen my bro for almost two years. Boy do I know; two years will change a lot.
I've got a new hobby, you could say. Something I've taken up as a replacement for the goods. Keeping it a secret's been pretty tough though. If gun and his gang find out, they'd report me on acid. Hah! What a joke, they're the ones that are all loony, and they haven't got a usable brain cell to share between them! Every time I see them, they're either getting high or getting drunk, or even both. Not good for business.
Entering the dance studio, I really appreciate what I have… my work, my Amelia, my brother… I hope he's alive though. My heart set out on something other than crack cocaine!
Dancing is great. I don't do that twirl tutu stuff. Nah, I've got the real dance, hip-hop and crump. Once I start, it's like the moves don't even register in my head. They come right out of my heart and spread through my limbs. Impulsive, but eh, that's freestyle for ya. Although right now, the majority of my income originates from Jove and a hat, but mark my words. One day I won't have to go to the other side of town to perform. One day, I will have billboards.
Oh, and by the way, my real name isn't wolf.
(A/N: by gun's gang, I mean that D class bully. I forget his name -.- but it doesn't matter cause we're not even doing names . Oh yeah, and I relocated tamaki's mother… but that doesn't come up for a while so… yeh)