Prologue

It was a stormy night.

In the midst of wild winds blowing in all directions, the cornered Yato knew he had no other choice. It was either "Fight" or "Flight". He had to make a decision, quick, before the shadow of his death will arrive.

In that immediate moment, he took the "Flight" route. It was simple, really, like playing a game. Kind of like the Dragon Quest. You can fight the monster or run away and let your friends do all the work while you collected whatever goods you can find on the floor. And hell, he was pretty sure that he was good at that game.

With an injured knee and a missing arm, he took shelter in a small alley way. Cold raindrops were trickling down his face as he slid his back against the bricks. His eyes- blurred and heavy as a bag of sand due to blood loss- tiredly scanned around the area with a light of hope. Maybe he will survive. Maybe one of his friends will rescue him before his life HP dropped to 0.

Then the man remembered: he didn't have any friends. He spent most of his Friday nights and Saturday afternoons in front of the screen on order to perfect his combination attack.

The Yato could cry.

Just then, he noticed that the blood from his missing arm was being carried into a small stream, running down the drain which was right outside the alley way.

Immediately, he knew that his careless mistake has led to his discovery. He swore, pushed himself off the floor, and was about to flee when a voice from above reached him.

"Many years of being a warrior, yet you made that considerably dumb mistake? Have you no pride left in our blood?"

A weapon in gray smashed the floor where the man had stood into pieces. As luck may have it, the man was able to dodge with his instincts. In the darkness, he crawled with a light outside of the alley way as his objective.

The shadow sighed. It'd then jump down from the top of the lantern to stand in front of the man with an expressionless face.

"I had faith in you, you know. Faith that you will honor our bloodline by dying as a warrior; as a Yato. But look at this sight," a small smirk appeared ghostly on the shadow's face, "I see that I was wrong."

"Yes, you are wrong," coughed the Yato who was face down in the dirt, blood spurting from his wound, "to die in honor is not a way of Yato. We fight. Fight until the day we die. How we die does not matter. After all, a corpse is just a corpse."

"What would you know about fighting?" asked the shadow monotonously, "you, who's dying like a stabbed pig in some alley way on this planet far from a battlefield. You, who chose to flee rather than faced me. You, who pushed back your true desire to kill… what would you know?"

The Yato man smiled.

"I know of the warmth of the sun on my face. Of the clear sky beyond the darkest clouds. Of the joy in spending a whole day playing Dragon Quest," he breathed, " andI know that I will no longer kill as my blood demands me to."

"Then you should just die."

Said the shadow as a gray parasol struck down.

After washing impurities from its hands, the shadow opened its blood-dyed parasol and walked out, never once glancing back at the mess it has made.

It took five hours later for someone to discover a body of a veteran Yato in the alley way. The corpse, as reported by the unlucky passerby, was face down in the dirt with slight a slight smile on his face. Behind him was the familiar message written in blood of the victim himself. The word SHAMED screamed at anyone who came across the alley.

It was only two hours later that the newspaper would arrive at the Yorozuya office, informing them of the death of a Yato. And from the bloody message left behind, there was no doubt that the killer was same person who caused the previous seven deaths in the last two months.

Killing a Yato was quite a difficult task, after all. No wonder the adapted name of this Yato Serial Killer was spreading fast like a wild fire, waking disturbances and fear anywhere it reached.

The name of the Black Bunny Killer, that is.

I have work, I have school, I have finals, and I have life smacking my face like a bitch from all directions.

So why started this possibly long fanfic? I don't know what the hell I am thinking! HAHAHAH.

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