Enter Cook, the mut:
Already sensing the rise of a new day I decide to make the little time I have left before the big competition worth my while and go for a jog over the many roofs of sakurakai. I feel calmer with every jump I take, relishing in the feeling of having my face be splashed by a million drops of cold air. It's that time of the day my favorite when the second moon falls leaving only the first to welcome the first rays of sunlight, it's only at this moment that the villagers of sakurakai can experience a glimpse of something other than summer, an ever so fleeting winter that makes it's presence especialy for this occasion: the start of a new day the perfect celebration. I swiftly head towards the horizon as I feel the first flake of snow touch my skin it's starting: just ahead I see the blue moon bid goodbye to her nightly companion leaving traces of azure splayed across the sky it's just a matter of seconds...
What? I'm woken out of my reverie by what seem to be the screams of a terrified woman, don't even think twice before heading towards the origin of the sound.
It's dark and I can't make out her features but she's being chased by a pack of men, it's obvious they've been drinking, fuckers!
"princess where you going? Come play with daddy yeah" one of the druken idiots says with a slurr to his voice, I cringe disgusting. In her fear she doesn't notice that they've led her straight to the back alley of a reaking bar: a dead end. Right naomi let's teach this tossers a lesson shall we... just as I'm preparing my assault a foreign voice makes me stop to a halt, "now now gents..." hardly "...that's no way to treat a woman." where the fuck did that come from this little interruption leaves the group of creeps just as confused as I am"What? Who said that?" one of them say's turning his head frantically, looking for the perpetrators position the other falling in behind him.
*step* there right beneath me a ginger haired boy steps out of the shadows, eyes gliming as a devilish grin spreads across his face. You can visibly see all the fear drain out of the mens faces as they take in his appearance. "You're only a kid! Guy's he's only a kid" , can't be much older than me, "wait I know you... you're Ruth's kid", and with that a flash of recognition spreads over each and every one of their faces leaving them smiling and drooling, whom ever this Ruth is she must be well rounded "DON'T FUCKING TALK ABOUT MY MOTHER!" the boy yells out, face immediately turning red, grin completely wiped off his face, "Oh no guys I think we've upset him... Go home you mut, go home to your BITCH of a mother, let the big boys have fun yeah?", at this point a rowr of laughter spreads amongs the group,"Say that again" his voice is quiet now but you can sense an edge of anger in it, to be honest it startles me more than the yelling something is terribly wrong with this kid, they continue laughting not even stopping to acknowledge his last words, ever since he stepped out of that shadow he instantly became nothing more to them than a joke, mistake."I said... SAY THAT AGAIN!" the power with wich those words leave his mouth effectively drowns all the laughter out, only silence remains. One of the perves stumbles closer to the boy, leaving their faces only inches away from each other and clears his voice loudly: "and I said...your mum is a B-I-T-C-H...mut". (...) I can immediately sense the change in atmosphere something is definatly wrong, a cold feeling drips down my back as I watch the glim he had before in his eyes fully return summoning with it a coat of fur that goes on to cover every inch of his body,"my name" *pant* "IS COOK" those last words come out almost animalistic as a wolf like form of - aparently - Cook lashes at the guys throat, tearing up flesh and breaking bones...it only takes a second.
Its in that moment that the sun finally makes it self be noticed, the first rays of sunlight glisten over the river of blood that flows out of the alley and into the gutter, the other long gone and the woman saved. That's also the moment he saw me, the shock evident in his eyes but the smirk always in place "they always come to the cookie monster"...