Kid paces back and forth across the cell for what felt like the 600th time. Each time he came to a wall he'd kick it lightly and count the amount of steps it took to get to the other side of the room. He counted 9 steps every time and his toes were going numb, but he didn't care.
The two idiots haven't come in since they took that picture of him and his wounds were healed, so pacing and kicking were all he could do to fight off the boredom. However at this point pacing and sitting were equally un-amusing.
He lets out a sigh, beginning to wonder what everyone back in Death City was doing right now. Were they looking for him? Going about their days as if nothing happened? Were they even worried?
He jumps and hears his heartbeat in his ears as the apparent door suddenly opens and light pours in. At first he considers making a run for it, but decides against it. He might end up wandering lost and that wouldn't help at all. He fully expects the two from the ruins to come in and thrash him some more, but instead sees a boy around his age standing in the doorway.
"...Who are you?" Kid asks, expression blank. However the other boy's face is even more stoic and actually a little intimidating.
"...What is your name?" The boy asks, not paying attention to Kid's question.
Kid sweat-drops. Was this guy a victim too? Did he answer a question with a question? "Death The Kid." He says.
The boy nods once slowly, as if in understanding. "I am Wendigo." The boy says with a noble bow of sorts.
'Wendigo' is taller then Kid, about 5,8 in height. He has even paler skin then the Shinigami plus a much more thin and fragile-looking body type. His indigo hair is long and shaggy around his light violet eyes. He's wearing what used to be a baggy hoodie and jeans, which has now been reduced to near shreds. His exposed skin is covered in bruises, scars and even a few burns.
This kid must have been here a long time, or at least they might be much more brutal with him. His eyes are surrounded in dark lines and black bags, probably from lack of sleep.
'He must be a prisoner as well,' Kid concludes.
"D-T-K," Wendigo addresses him, spelling out his initials. "Whatever you do...Don't break. Don't give in to them, it will only make them hurt you more..."
Before Kid can ask what Wendigo is doing here, the boy backs away from the door, the sound of screeching hinged filling Kid's ears as a slam and darkness surround him again. All he can do is wonder.
"Wendigo, huh?" He ponders, pressing a finger to his lip in thought. "He seems to be in my same situation. I wonder what happened to land him here...And what they want with us."
More questions nag at his mind, but he just returns to his pacing and ignores them.
/BREAKLINE/
"Damn it, you beat me again!" Ota the Hammer exclaims, bringing his fist down angrily onto the table.
His meister and brother, Ato, smirks cockily and flexes his muscles for his brother's annoyance. "I told you, when it comes to arm wrestling I am the superior brother."
Ota growls in frustration. "When can we get our pay, anyway? We have the Shini- shin...whatever." He doesn't try to finish the word.
Ato replaces his arm on the table, up and ready for another round. "Just be patient, bro. We have to wait until the boss sends us to pick up the last guy, then we can get outta here."
Ota grips his brothers hand with his readied arm, eyes burning with desire to win against the stronger man.
"He better get back soon, I'm getting pissed off with this stupid arm-wresting crap. Cant be too hard to catch a cat, right?"
The two share an intense glance before beginning to push against the opposing hand. Ota's arm slowly begins to go down. 'thump.' Ato keeps smirking. "All we need is some fish." He jokes, watching Ota grip his now aching arm.
[Is it better? I sure hope so, the old version of this story made me cringe. I promise though, I'm trying my best to improve it and make it longer! :) Please let me know if you like it, it really helps keep me motivated~]
[Tune in for more of the new Death's Little Boy.]