Hokay, here we go with this. I will tell you all, I will need help with this! It's been so long since I wrote with this universe, so I ask you all now, what kinds of things do you want to happen, once you find out what the hell this is?
In a large foreboding forest, a small child raced though the foliage. He was small, dirty, and bloody, wearing thin grey rags on his head and upper body, past his waist was bare, his shirt barely keeping his sense of modesty. Frantic fear filled eyes only stayed on the path before him as he ran, breathing harsh.
"Come back little brat!!" Starting at the voice, to close, much too close, the child spun about as he ran, throwing an arm out as he did to snag a tree, forcing his trajectory to change as a large being, skin tainted green with wild red eyes burst into the trees after the boy. Without a backward glance, the boy grabbed another branch before his feet touched the ground and pulled himself up, letting one foot graze the bark before he let go, pushing himself off the branch to launch himself farther into the air, and away from his stalker.
"Get back here!" The man screamed, "Come back here now!" The boy swung on a branch, getting the other's attention, and that man smirked, raising a hand. At his fingertips red energy pulsed, then shot out, grazing the boy. He gasped in surprise, losing his hold on the branch and fell, twisting in the air like a cat to land at a crouch, then collapse as old pains caught up with him as adrenaline faded.
"Finally. Little brat can scurry around like a rat, eh?" The child glanced up suddenly, one eye closed in pain as his bones ground together, then glared fiercely, snarling to show small pointed fangs.
"No! I'd never drop so low as be like you!" Red eyes flashed. Before the child could move, he was hoisted in the air by the ratty grey tunic he wore.
"The Lady did say to bring you in unharmed…but she'll believe me if I said that you were injured when I found you…" The child spat in his face and the man screamed as pain hit him, his face starting to release smoke. His face was melting.
"No one would believe that you oaf!" As he spoke golden lights flashed from his hands, then the hand holding him in the air exploded, blood flying everywhere and drenching the child as the man jerked back with a scream. The boy landed on his feet then stumbled back, brown eyes livid as he wiped blood from his face "You stay away from me!!" A flap of wings made him blink.
"I agree with the boy." Both looked up to the skies in time to see a winged man land on the ground facing the boy, grinning behind a curtain of violet black hair as he turned to the green skinned man. "How about you leave him alone now, before you die to this kid. The Chimera claim him now." The other screamed again, raising his other hand to release a flurry of blasts.
"The Lady Karuka wants the boy!!" He snarled "I will bring him to her!" the winged man sighed, pressing a hand to the ratty hat on his head, swinging a hand. As he moved, they could see a nearly invisible string attached to his palm, and at the end of the string was a small scythe, spinning about to parry the blasts.
"Can you not tell that I am of a much higher Level than you, Rat Demon?" The demon snarled in response, making the other sigh.
"Then die." With a gesture the winged man wrapped the string around the other's neck, and then jerked his hand back, making the scythe slit his throat. "Ok then! I'm called Kuronue…" the man started cheerfully as he turned around "What is your name k…?" He completed his turn voice trailing off as he stared into the forest behind him. He blinked violet eyes, before letting out a surprised laugh. "Well then, I'll be damned." The boy was gone.
One Week Later
Kuronue sat at his base, uncaring of the other thieves that wandered around him, bored out of their minds. He had not planned a new heist, and as their leader, only he could command them all. However, he was too distracted to focus. Ever since he'd seen that child do the near impossible, he couldn't get his mind off of him!
~Flashback~
The Lady Misybela was in a commonwealth village, buying children from their parents, but not just any children, no beautiful children where captured to be used as sex slaves in her brothel. The Cat woman always infuriated Kuronue, from the first moment she'd tried to force him into submission nearly two decades ago when his own father had sold him away at the age of eighteen. A year later he escaped mentally traumatized, but she would forever be scared for trying to cut off his wings…
Misybela turned to the crowd, and then waved a hand, making her bodyguards back away.
"Get that boy." She ordered. Kuronue turned, catching a glance of a dirty small bloody thing, before a large brute picked it up by the back of the neck and shoved it forward. Misybela backed a step so the thing fell flat on it's face, and then curled into a ball there.
"My, you will be sooo beautiful one day…the epitome of masculine beauty…" Her voice was dreamy, and it made Kuronue stiffen. That was the voice she'd used before the pain began. "Where are your parents, child?" She continued, using a hand to force the child to look up at her "They will be paid a handsome fee for creating such beautiful flesh…" The boy raised his head, and then spat in her face.
"Sorry, my Father's already tried that!" The childish voice snarled. Misybela dropped him, with a scream clapped her hands to her face as smoke started to rise from her flesh.
The kid's spit is acidic? Nice. Maybe I should… before another thought could form, the area around the boy flashed black and he blinked in alarm. What the fuck?? Then the boy was gone.
~End Flashback~
Everything told him that the child needed shelter that he would great in the future…
And Kuronue always did what his gut told him.
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