(A/N: Alright, the start of Crimson's past. This covers his early childhood.)
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The Maruhage Empire. The Hair Kingdom. The Holy Land of Babylon.
The Reverse Maruhage Empire was formed in the Dark World, when people from these locations were banished there. However, one exception is the three-eyed warrior known as Crimson. His birthplace was the Dark World.
Before the calamity of the Yamiking tearing through the Dark World to rise into the world of Bobobo, it could be described as a 'negative world' in contrast of Bobobo's. A layer of inky black still filled the sky, but the surface was mysteriously illuminated.
A crying could be heard in one of the homes. A new life had just come into this negative world. Inside the home was nothing worth noting, a simple house of average size. In the middle of the night, the baby was conceived, leaving no time for a trip to a hospital. Even then, what hospitals existed in that world?
The father had assisted the mother in giving birth. "Kashaka, come on! You can make it through this!"
The mother's screams of pain drowned out the father's pleas, and as the baby came out, the mother fell lifeless. A long flatline went through the father's head, and he felt as though multiple arrows had pierced him at once.
The father held up the new-born baby, who mysteriously had a third eye. He stared at his son, and he said with a grave tone of voice, "I hate you."
The baby was named Crimson by his father, due to the bloodshed and death he caused to enter the world. The father called him greedy for this, despite the boy having no part in it. He never knew his mother, nor his father's real name, for he had renamed himself 'Kirai.'
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Years later, Crimson was now a young boy, at the age of 9. He had grown unruly gray hair, a color very unusual for his age, and his blue eyes now gave hints of confidence and sarcasm at times. He had also begun to get curious, as he asked his dad, "Daddy--"
The father still retained hatred, and he snapped, "Don't call me that!"
"Um, Kirai...?"
"What is it?"
"How do babies enter the world?"
This would normally be an awkward question. However, for Kirai, it was a very simple question. He looked down in remembrance of his spouse, and he said to his so-called son, "Death."
Crimson, however, was relatively smart, and he had a look of great confusion on his face. "But, if someone dies, doesn't that mean they leave the world?"
"Someone DID leave this world for you, you greedy piece of trash!"
The gray-haired boy stepped back from his father in fear, tears beginning to well up in his eyes.
"Oh, did I insult you? Well, too bad! This is the world! This is how things happen!"
The young boy stepped back further.
"Face it, kid! You can't run away from me, and you can't run away from the world!"
Crimson was now backing away towards the door, but his father quickly stood up and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. Crimson's tears were now released from his eyes, and he started wailing uncontrollably. Why was he being treated this way? He never meant to do anything bad.
Kirai was getting greatly aggravated, not helped by, as he would put it, the little punk's incessant bawling. To shut him up, he HIT HIM. He HIT HIM.
Crimson fell to the ground from the hard blow, and he hurriedly opened the door and began to ran away. His father chased him, and for what seemed like an eternity, Crimson ran. He didn't know if he was still being chased, nor did he care, he just wanted to run away. Get away from him forever. He had taken enough. He put up with abuse for as long as he could remember, but it was now all over, he hoped.
Indeed, Kirai, had stopped chasing after a short while. He said it wasn't worth it. He said to himself as he returned to his now single home, "He'll be back, and when he is..." His eyes shifted anxiously to a rifle in a glass case.
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The boy began to slow down, and collapsed on the hard pavement due to exhaustion. He continually tried to get up and run more, but he just injured himself more, falling again onto the hard pavement. To add insult to injury, rain inexplicably came from the cloudless sky of pure darkness. His tears were practically invisible among the countless raindrops.
Meanwhile, atop a rooftop, a young man, seeming to be around 20, observed the scene with a glazed look in his eyes. His flowing blond hair gave off an aura of power and authority...
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(Um, I think I went too far when it came to Crimson's dad's abuse, but oh well. The name of the mother, Kashaka, is a corruption of Kashaku, which is Japanese for torture. Fitting due to what she went through when giving birth. The father's changed name, Kirai, means hate, which is his feeling towards Crimson.)