PROLOGUE

He stood by the roofs, hoping to find his remaining preys. Much to his disappointment, there were none. He sighed as he looked down, his blood lust diminishing in his eyes. Not much has been going around, even for a mercenary. Hell, he'll even accept shitty jobs like body guarding a lowlife. And at times like these, he appreciates taking on a big job. 'Kill everyone' is basically the contract from a big client. He looked at the bloody trail of corpses that leads to him. He looked down again, sighing, his hand that grips the collar of one of the corpses was dropped down the dark corner, letting go.

Once, he blinked.

His lone eye identifying a silhouette below him. He remained still, watching the silhouette. What business does this silhouette have in the dark corners of Tokyo? Curiosity struck this lone-eyed mercenary as he now crouched closer to the enigma below him. Ah, yes, Tokyo. After what happened in the End, Slade Wilson decided to lay low for a while. And by awhile, he meant a long while. And his first thought was to settle in Tokyo, Japan, where he remembered an abandoned street where it's simply livable enough for a man like him and went there. Luckily, it was still abandoned due to a recent earthquake. That, and he was desperate for solitude. He needed to calm himself down and be himself again after being a servant to a bastard of a demon and their family issues. And what other way can he do both of that other than going back to his previous job: an assassin/mercenary. And so far, it's working.

With a squint of his eye, his vision of the silhouette cleared. Oh, just a child. Again, he sighed. He was about to leave the child alone until his instincts told him to stay. He let out a chuckle, why would he stay? He no longer have business with this child. And here he thought it was danger.

Twice, he blinked again.

His mind blanked as he saw the child look up. The child was looking at him. The mercenary's eye slightly widened. How did the child find him? He stared back, now much more attentive. Interesting, he thought, a smirk forming underneath his mask. He decided to show himself down the ground the child was standing on. So he jumped, landing in front of the child who flinched, but still stared at him. The Mercenary looked at the child, eyes leveled with his one eye, his position still the same as how he landed, in a crouched form. He can see the boy clearly now.

The boy, possibly around the age of fourteen, was thin. His skin was in-between the colors of porcelain and snow, it was beautiful though covered in small bruises and stitches on his arms and legs. His light copper medium-length hair partially covering his dazed-like state of his eyes that were amber on the left and ice blue on his right eye as it stares at the mercenary in front of him. The boy's androgynous features was caught by another stitch that starts from his left cheek down the edge of his face, and with another careful look, one can see a scar at the boy's left end of his lip, going and ending up leveled to his nose.

"This place is suited not for children." The Mercenary finally spoke after a few moments of staring at the boy's feature in silence. "I highly suggest you leave this place." No answer from the boy. He was still being stared at. He sighed, repeating what he said in Japanese. He earned a shake of disapproval from the stoic boy.

"And why is that?" Lone-eyed met the boy's eyes again before the boy turned his head to his left.

The man, too, turned his head to what the boy is looking at. A corpse laid there, his face impossible of identification. "Is he you parent?" The man asked, earning another 'no' from the boy. "A stranger then." The boy looked down the ground.

The man stood up, the boy flinching again. He ordered, "Leave." Before he leave for himself after adjusting his weapons, leaping up to the roofs again with a hook shot and left the area towards his hideout.

A few minutes later, he has finally arrived after completing his contract with his client. He sighed, closing his eye, thinking back to the boy he met a while ago. He heard a clank of metal rolling towards his feet and immediately pulled out a gun from his holster and aimed at the source of the noise.

Thrice, the third moment his eye blinked. "How did you-?"

His gun lowered as he saw the boy he met earlier hesitantly walking towards him. The man could only stare in surprise as the boy stopped close to him and shakily grabs a fistful of his shirt.

Again, the silence resurfaced like it did awhile back. The man stared at the shaking boy. He closed his eye and inhaled, sighing again, possibly regretting for what he will say, before telling the boy,

"Come."

CHAPTER I

The boy followed the mercenary who opened the door to his hideout, gesturing the boy to enter. The boy stared at the place he walked into. It was a house. Concrete walls, wooden furniture, marble tiling, and all that. What hideout? This is the mercenary's house.

The boy gave the man a look of doubt when the man said it was a hideout. However, the look he gave the man was not noticed as he walked the hall and upstairs, the sound of his metal armor fainting in the background. The boy was left alone for him to roam around the place.

A kitchen to the boy's right and the living room to his left. The boy walked on, his path separated into two again. To the right is a toilet, to the left is a storage room, and in front of him is the stairs leading up to few more rooms. It was the same layout, long hallway and doors that leads to rooms. Three doors on each sides and a seventh door at the end. Seeing as it Three doors on each sides and a seventh door at the end. Seeing as it was an open door, he walked towards it, peeking slightly into the room to see the mercenary removing his promethium armor, then his utility belt along with his holsters and sheaths. Lastly removing his metallic mask that was colored orange on the left and black to the other half. The boy stepped inside the room, letting the man know of his presence as the boy once again stared at him.

The man turned his head towards the door to see the boy, staring at him. "It's rude to stare." The man told the boy, who looked away from him as if, apologetically. "Next time, knock." The man approached the boy, who backed away in surprise only to have his back against the wall.

The shaking boy shuts his eyes tightly, awaiting a possible hit from the man. To his surprise, he was carried in one of the man's muscular arms. He opened his eyes, confusion in his eyes as he looked at the man, only for his expression to be replaced in awe.

The boy saw the man's face.

His first noticed the man's white crew cut hair, then the cleanly trimmed beard, and finally to his lone sharp blue eye. He looks slightly slightly old, but leans more on also looking young.t leans more on also looking young. The boy stared at the black patch that was covering the his other eye and tried to touch it. The man backed his head away from the boy's hand, telling him not to do it, to which the boy obeyed.

What now? The man thought.

"My name is Wilson." He told the child. "Your name, if I may?"

The boy stared, then shook his head.

"You don't want to say your name?"

The boy shook his head again.

"You don't have a name?" Wilson snorted.

The boy nodded.

"That's troubling." Wilson sighed, putting the boy down the bed. Wilson blinked when he saw a mark on the boy's nape. 'R976' was what it labelled.

*R976…? Ra? Rakuna? … Roku…?

"Ragnarök? Well now..." Wilson chuckled. He patted the boy's head and ruffled his hair. He noticed how the boy shuts his eyes when his hair was being ruffled. "I guess you need a haircut, Ragnarök."

He saw the boy's confused look.

"From hereon, your name will be Ragnarök. Ragnarök…" Wilson's eyes shifted left and right looking for another name until he saw the document on his computer at the opposite side of the bed. "... Cain!" He was looking up at the story of Cain and Abel during his contract before he met the boy.

"Your name will be Ragnarök Cain. Understood?" He looked at the boy, whose eyes widened to his sudden given name.

And for the first time he met the boy, he finally gave a bright smile as he calls his own name, "Ragna...rök Cain. Ragnarök Cain." He repeated it a few times and nodded, "Ragnarök Cain!" The boy pointed at himself.

"Pfft," Wilson snorted and patting the boy's head again, "Good boy."

*R976 can be pronounced as 'Ragnarök' simply because of the letter and numbers. R=Ra(/Ri/Ru/Re/Ro) though Japanese characters usually starts with the vowel 'a' (A/Ka/Sa/Ta/Ra/Ha/Ma/Na/Ya/Wa), 9=Kyu/Ku but can be translated the same when it is spelled 'gu', 7=Na/Nana/Shichi, 6=Ro/Roku/Muu.

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So when pronounced, it's 'Ragunarokku' in Romanji.

A/N: Okay, so this is my first fic. In all honesty, I wrote other stuff but eh. /shrug

All I'm going to say is I'm gonna try to enjoy it as far as my mind goes into writing 'stuff'.

Hoping you like, if not, appreciate this chapter. m( v v )m