The masses roamed around the busy street of Tokyo, some with a purpose, while others are just killing time by walking aimlessly - adding to the congestion. That particular day, the normally blue sky was dark and dangerous, with each cloud hovering near each other, blocking the bright ray of the sun. Tiny creatures down below could tell that a heavy rain was about to pour down the grounds of Tokyo.
Naturally, this weather made them more anxious than before . As if the weather was an omen of a bigger, even more malicious omen than just a thunderstorm. The thousands of clicking of heels and shoes beating down on the clammy earth was like an army of unorchestrated music. It sounded dark and lonely, yet full of promise; The promise of getting back to the comfort and safety of their own homes.
There were people carrying bags, guitars, food and various items in their hand. But one person carrying the most bizarre item went strangely unnoticed. A human. A tiny girl slumped in the crook of two strong arms of a spiky dark haired teenager wearing a black hoodie and an unreadable expression. He seemed casual enough, but something about him made nobody dare to come in contact with him. Perhaps it was the part that there was an unconscious girl in his arms. No one seemed to pay him any mind, though.
If nobody knew, no one would notice the 3 men carefully following his every move, weaving their way through the crowd silently like snakes. They didn't utter a single word,but simply nodding to each other every once in a while while fixing their eyes on the boy ahead. One was a golden haired boy wearing a beanie, whistling to himself absentmindedly. The other was a few metres ahead; a mere boy who could potentially be in his early teens. His face resembled what most would've thought as a shark. The boy bumped into yet another passer by and fouly cursed under his breath. Why does Tokyo have to be so goddamn congested? The third and final one was rather intimidating. At 6'5, he easily towered the rest of the people surrounding him. With his dark skin and steely eyes, it wasn't very hard for him to walk through the crowd when everyone literally moved away from him.
After a few blocks, they finally turned into a narrow and filthy alley.
None of them said a word and the silence hung in the air like dead bodies. The spiky haired boy stared solemnly to the ground, then, he whispered close to the girls' ear.
"I'm sorry, just a little bit more, Ringo."
The boy with the beanies finally turned to him and asked "Ikki, what now?" his voice sounded urgent. Anxious, even.
Ikki stayed quiet. He knew what he came here for, but he still couldn't find the right words to explain his current predicament. Especially not to his best friend. When did it come to this? Staring straight into his friend's steady, patient orbs , Ikki sighed before finally answering him "Kazu ..They sent us here to kill her."
Kazu stared at him, dumbfounded. He could clearly hear an audible curse coming from the boy standing behind him. 'He has got to be fucking kidding me..' He thought. "Ikki, you..you're not serious.. are you?" He asked , swallowing his own saliva as if it had been turned into a boulder. Kill Ringo? That sounds a little far-fetched. He didn't question him when he first saw him carrying an unconscious Ringo in his arms and now he's starting to regret not doing so earlier. Ikki didn't say anything. His eyes had turned lifeless, like someone had sapped the life and energy out of him. "I am." He replied monotonously, not a trace of humour in his voice.
Out from the corner of Ikki's eye he saw the shark move in and said "Then what are you planning to do?" Even from the tone of his voice he knew even the formidable shark was disturbed. This was new. The order had came sounding a little different, and Ikki just felt it in his guts that this might just destroy him, his life, and everything that was built around it. Ringo shifted uncomfortably in Ikki's arm until she found a perfect spot to rest on. Her face hid in the crook of Ikki's arm , and Ikki couldn't help but feel a little jealous at her comfort. How he wished that he could do the same.
"I WON'T do it." Each syllable was clipped and taut, matching the expression on Ikki's tense face. There was no question in that, he wasn't going to kill the person he had known all his life for some stupid order. They could've given him a whole list of yakuzas and he would have killed each one of them with a grin on his face , but they didn't. They gave him her name. "I'm going to take her away." Ikki said, looking at Ringo's peaceful expression. 'I'm going to protect you no matter what. NO ONE is gonna hurt you, no one'