A part of me really wishes I had enough time to rewrite all of this. Just a few more chapters before the writing gets better! I promise!
"Wing!" A tall man with dark brown hair and yellow eyes called. "Any information on the boy?"
"Not yet, Tero. I'm going to try and track him again tonight." A younger man with long gray hair and icy blue eyes spoke up from where he stood in the corner of the dark room.
Tero shook his head. He leaned against a wall, staring at the ceiling. "No need." He replied in a relaxed tone. He walked slowly over to Wing. "If he knows what's good for him he'll come running back."
Wing looked to his left, still looking doubtful. "And if he doesn't?" he pressed, leaning against the metal post behind him. He raised his hand and brushed a strand of gray hair out of his face, only to have it fall back a moment later. He growled in annoyance.
"Oh he will." Tero stalked off across the room again. "If not, we'll just have to make him."
Wing sighed. "And how do you propose we do that? He may be young, but he was as strong as any of us, if not stronger."
Tero spun around, flinging a sharpened knife in Wing's direction. With a startled gasp the young man ducked. He breathed a sigh of relief as the knife hit the post where his head had been seconds ago. "Never say that again." Tero spat. "I could kill him blindfolded with my arms behind my back!"
Wing himself didn't believe it but he decided not to voice his thoughts. A female voice sounded behind him. "I'd like to see you try!" she laughed. Wing turned to see a woman with dark chocolate brown hair enter the room. "He's only gotten stronger since he left Ketsueki." Tero aimed a punch at her, which she caught easily with one hand. She pushed him back just as easily, forcing him against a wall.
"What the heck, Chairo!" Tero panted. "Since when could you do that?"
She laughed. Her eyes narrowed at the brown-haired man and she replied. "Since when could I not?" she smirked.
"Still." Tero stood up and faced her, his eyes burning with fury. "That doesn't prove anything! I could still beat Raven senseless!"
She smiled, looking at her nails. "I still doubt it. In fact, I doubt it even more now. "
"And how is that?" Tero growled, teeth clenched.
"Karasu knows everything I do and more. Hane here", she pointed to Wing, "He taught him how to fire a gun age 10." She turned to Hane, flicking brown hair out of her eyes.
He nodded. "That's right. Best shot in Ketsueki, that's for sure." He sounded worried, as though he expected his former apprentice to jump out of the shadows and shoot him dead any moment.
"You both sound confident." Tero chuckled. "How do you know he hasn't forgotten everything you taught him?"
"Because", Chairo started, "Hane isn't forgetful. That's one thing he gets from him. His strength he gets from us both."
"What are you trying to say?" Tero pressed. The worry the other two had felt earlier beginning to catch onto him as well.
"Karasu is my son." She replied. "And Hane is his real father."
A little introduction to our group of antagonists! Next chapter will be posted as soon as I've written 11.