The cool winds of Shin Tokyo, Shinto Teito or whatever the news boards called it made Alex feel numb. Rubbing his arms for warmth, his fingers traced over the many scars that littered them; each one producing small amounts of tears in his eyes as he recalled the many beating from his mother and grandmother. The hate they shared for his abusive father was always brought onto him in Edward's absence. He hated his father too, but for the fact that he had to be punished for his father's actions in the past.

Walking down the street while deep in thought, a person bumped into him and tried to start a fight. They demanded he give them compensation for their ruined jacket, but he ignored them. As they produced a knife, he took their blade and jammed it into his own arm before crushing the bones in the attacker's arm, a scream of agony and despair slowly being filtered out of the night air by the sound of traffic not too far away. Alex brought his fist down into the fat man's face and then proceeded to stomp on the man's arm. The cries of agony, despair and sorrow were like a beautiful symphony that was written in blood.

As he snapped out of his thoughts, he looked at his victim with pity. "If you survive, you get stronger. If you ignore the pain, you feel the adrenaline rush that makes you feel alive. The ultimate high..." he whispered in his ear before disappearing down an alley towards the main Shinto Teito shopping district.

Everyone watched Alex with wary eyes as they spied the blade protruding from his left bicep. He noticed the stares, and with a grunt, pulled the blade from his arm, dumping it into a nearby trash bin. He continued walking down into the industrial sector, where he met a lady who had a scythe attached to her back. She was being surrounded by thugs who were touching her chest and trying to tear off her clothes.

At this, Alex poured some energy into his left hand and pierced the chests of the three men like a hot knife cutting through butter effortlessly. "Spirit Blade." he whispered as the blue energy around his hand dissipated. "The fuckers never stood a chance... I pity them..." he chuckled.

The girl was blushing as he approached her, and tried her best to contain her reaction. "Are you alri-"

Alex was cut off from his question as her lips closed over his, and large purple blade like wings of light sprung from her back.

"My name is Yomi. Pleased to meet you, Ashikabi-sama!" she giggled.

"What the fuck have I gotten myself involved in?" he grumbles to himself.