"~Bones sinking like stones,

All that we've fought for,

Homes, places we've grown,

All of us are done for,

We live in a beautiful world,

Yeah we do, Yeah we do,

We live in a beautiful world~"


You stayed put once the gigantic flat screen lit up; your eyes still gaping a bit at the sight of the compromising situation.

The notorious Black Dog stared daggers at your king and prepared his sword to strike the final blow.

Though, no matter how much your brain fought to give yourself a good needed push to move forward; and to save him...

The feelings you felt when you had first witnessed this video; all of the despair that welled up inside of your heart from having to watch someone so dear to you die again;

It was too much.

Your lungs suddenly stopped working as you sucked in one last frigid breath, and everything else around you seemed to fall into a nonexistent reality surrounded by darkness.

The sound of someone humming a familiar tune brought you out of your stupor, long enough to hear that it was none other than the evil culprit himself.

"Hey, it's a nice night out. I came out her to take pictures of the city lights, but what are you doing out here? I'm Tatara Totsuka. What's your name?"

When the sound of the gunshot and Totsuka's body falling to the ground rang through air you could practically feel your knuckles popping from anger as they clenched at your sides.

"I am the Seventh King, the Colorless king! I've been waiting here for someone... A nice night you say? Indeed it is."

Once the second shot fired ending the video in static; only one thought kept repeating inside of your brain.

How could anyone possibly be this... Cruel...?

Out of the millions of people who lived in this city; why on earth did Totsuka have to be the victim?

It could've been someone who committed a heinous crime, or even a lousy drunk wasting their life away and who's family were already gone.

Anyone,

Just not him.

There wasn't a single person on this earth who even came close to being as sweet, or as caring. He was the type of guy that everyone was able to get along with. One who was well liked by all different types of people. It was simply impossible to hate the guy.

He was innocent; pure...

Beloved.

So then why...?

Of course, you already knew the answer to that.

He'd been on the sick receiving end of a much bigger plot. One that even you yourself, hadn't still quite managed to figure out yet.

All you knew was that once everything was said done you would be standing on top, alongside with your king.

That is, if he was actually able to survive that long.

Right.

You had almost forgotten that he was about to be killed any moment now.

This wasn't the time to get distracted. No matter how much it angered you.

Your eyes shifted back to his direction and luckily, you were close enough to hear their conversation.

"That's definitely you right?" Kuroh asked.

Yashiro's next expression pained you.

He looked just as surprised and nervous as you had been once you first saw the horrible scene.

Except his position was far worse than yours.

And you almost groaned in annoyance when he answered with a small chuckle.

"Well it sure... Looks like it..."

That's when you took a step forward, ready to interfere...

"Yashiro Isana!"

Flinching at loud volume of Yatogami's voice you halted.

"There's no need to be noisy..." You huffed underneath your breath.

That didn't stop you from going another few feet closer though. You weren't one to be that easily intimidated.

If Reisi Munakata couldn't do it, then neither could this guy.

"By order of the former Seventh King Ichigen Miwa... I must now take-" Another step forward.

"Hold on a minute!" Another.

"... Your life!" And a couple more.

But things came to brief stand-still when Yashiro tried to run and the clansman grabbed onto his jacket collar with that interesting gel like hand.

"Are you really going to kill me?!" He cried out.

Jeez. Your king sure was an idiot this time around...

"Do you intend to resist?" Yatogami asked sternly.

More steps forward.

"I didn't do it! I'm innocent! Did this Miwa person also give you orders you to kill a man who's innocent?!"

"... Innocent?" A shocked expression crossed the black dog's face as he released his aura's grip; and before Yashiro hit the ground, he caught him with one of his own arms and faced him towards the giant TV screen.

You shook your head.

This was too sad to watch. It's like the man was talking to a five foot ten brick wall.

It didn't take a genius to see that this guy was a little more literal than most other people, and trying to talk sense into him was like trying to give a cat a bath. And you hadn't just thought of that because there was a "cat" perched on his shoulder...

The clansman glared back at your king while now dangling him into the air, waiting for an explanation.

Again, Yashiro smiled nervously and replied. "Okay, so... I might not look innocent at the moment... But you know what they say... Don't judge a book by its cover. It's what's on the inside that counts."

Oh, Adolf...

"What's inside doesn't matter to me. Nor do appearances. I believe that a man should be judged only by his actions." Yatogami replied.

Actions, huh? Well he's one to talk.

"I'm telling you though, that's not me... You've got the wrong guy-"

"No matter how much you protest, that is you! Stop trying to deny it." You took more steps forward and soon you found yourself almost within sight range.

Things weren't necessarily going in your king's favor...and in a few moments you knew that soon he wouldn't even be able to prove his true innocence.

Why did Miwa's follower have to be the most unreasonable guy in the entire universe? "Juuust perfect..." You grumbled softly.

Yashiro's next words suddenly returned your attention back to the going nowhere fast exchange; and you only wished that you could slap a roll of duck tape around his mouth for what he asked next.

"Okay, let's assume for a moment that I really did kill someone? Why are you trying to punish me? What gives you that right? If you think I'm guilty of murder hand me over to the authorities, let the prosecutor and judge determine what happens to me. Isn't that how things should work in this law-abiding country?"

For just a moment; you could literally feel your brain exploding and your hand slapping against your forehead.

"Stop talking Adolf... Please...?!" You whispered loudly.

"I don't serve this country's court system. I only serve Master Ichigen Miwa." Yatogami flat out replied.

Yashiro sighed defeated. "I give up. Guess there's no point in arguing. Go ahead and do what you want with me."

"You've finally accepted your fate?"

"But before you do, would you grant me one final request?" The white haired boy asked practically flailing with desperation.

Yatogami glared at him before muttering, "Speak."

Never before had a singular word sounded so bitter, and your eyes nearly did a complete 180 by how hard you rolled them.

'This guy is so...' Your mind felt like mush from simply watching this disaster. Way to go previous Colorless king...

You've created a monster. A very gullible monster.

What your king said next though,

Well you'd be damned...

After he requested to be put down; saying how he wouldn't be able to escape even if he'd wanted to, and in return receiving another intimidating glare from the clansman, he reluctantly released Yashiro. Who then kneeled down (you ignored how odd it was to see your king kneel for a clansman and focused) and gave him thanks for his trust; before he finally began to speak.

"Well this ought to be interesting." You mumbled.

"I want to write a farewell letter...to my younger sister." He started.

"Your sister?"

The black dog might have missed it considering he had asked about her, though you yourself managed to catch your king averting his eyes to the nearest screen or sign, which had given him the idea of a nonexistent sibling in the first place.

You almost burst out in laughter when he continued with the sappiest sad story you'd ever heard about one's sister, but covered your mouth just in time to muffle it before you blew your cover.

"Yes, we're very close. I know I can't prove to you that I'm innocent. But I don't want my sister to believe...that I was killed for committing murder." He took a pause to look at another screen, which belonged to a local hospital building.

"She was born with a serious illness, and has lived her entire life in the hospital." He continued with a dreary expression.

The look on the black dog's face nearly sent you keeling over onto the concrete from all of the pure inner turmoil he was currently sorting through; and it only got better with every passing second.

The poor guy was sucking it up like a sponge. And it almost even made you feel a little bad by how easily led he was.

Key word, almost.

"She's never had any friends, so I'm the only person she can talk to. If I'm killed, my sister will be left all alone." When he went digging in his bag, you noticed him reaching for something other than a pen...

And then it clicked.

You'd almost forgotten that the guy was running errands for a fellow classmate at Ashinaka high school, before he'd been ambushed by all of these blood thirsty clan members with unnatural abilities hell bent on revenge.

One of the various things he bought were fire works and flash bombs.

Oh how clever the Silver king was. Even without his memories.

Perhaps this was finally your chance to rescue him...? You certainly had kept him waiting long enough.

Unfortunately you'd probably have to apologize to him for that one day, in the only way that you could...

So you pulled your hood down further, obscuring any visible part of your face so that neither boys would recognize you.

"What is your sister's name?"

"Huh? Uh, it's..." This time it was a picture of Marilyn Monroe he spotted, and a small snicker actually did leave your lips. Yatogami's noise of confusion also had you mentally laughing.

"Uh... Mari. Her name is Mari!"

Nice save.

"Mari Isana. That's a nice name." Honestly Miwa... Did you create a monster or a compassionate fool?

"Thank you. It's done. I have a favor to ask. Can you give this to her for me...? Please! There's no one else I can ask. Once I'm gone, she'll have no family to turn to. She'll be all alone." Yashiro pleaded.

Who knew the Silver king was such a great improvisation actor?

Okay so maybe it wasn't that surprising; but still.

Holding the note inside of his hand, Yatogami skeptically opened it and read it's contents.

Only to have an outrageous expression appear on his face.

"What is this?!" He yelled angrily.

Your king winked his way as if to show off his confidence, when suddenly the flash bombs inside his hand slipped out of his grasp knocking that cocky look clean off.

That was your cue.

You leaped forward at a swift pace landing next to the shocked and confused duo, who both seemed to be too frazzled to react properly to your sudden appearance.

Which was a good thing for you, and it gave you the chance to grab a few of those explosives and set them off without so much as an explanation.

"What in the-?! Who are you?!" You heard the black dog cry through the bright fog.

You didn't waste any time though, because the next thing you did was quickly shove Yashiro and his furry companion into a nearby (and conveniently located) dog costume and urged them both to stay quiet while you handled the rest.

Not before you heard him whisper something in your ear first.

"Whoever you are, thanks a bunch."

And if it weren't for the other clansman in front of you, you'd be smiling right about now.

Soon after the light was about to fade; it gave you just enough time to hide yourself, given the choice you wanted to of course.

But in the end you didn't take it.

So now you stood empty handed; against a guy with a sword...who also happened to be the legendary Black Dog.

Why had you made this decision again?

"You! What have you done with the man that was here just a moment ago?" He questioned you with cold eyes.

You remained silent.

Honestly, you were unsure of how to go about responding.

"Did you let him escape? Do you know what you've just done?!" He gripped his sword.

No.

No fighting.

"I do not want to fight you." You finally replied, making sure to obscure your voice by lowering it a few octaves.

Although his hand never left the hilt of his katana, it did slacken considerably.

"What was that? If you don't wish to fight... Then why did you release that man? Unless... Are you one of his clansmen?"

Technically, he was right.

You were indeed his clansman. But in this current time, your situation would allow you to stretch the truth, since strictly speaking; you'd only been about 90% sure that Yashiro Isana was in fact Adolf K. Weismann this entire time.

"No. I'm not. But I believe that he needs to stay alive, for now." You lied.

During the next minute or so, the raven haired boy fell completely silent and shifted his eyes back to the large television screen where the video of the current Colorless king's crime had been visible until a few moments ago.

"You're too closed minded Yatogami. If a simple video convinces you of murder, then I fear what you may already think of me."

His eyes flashed briefly. Showing that he had taken what you said a bit too personally, and stood up straight.

"And how is it that you know my name then?" Ah, he'd gotten you there. Not that you were really hiding anything from him...other than your identity of course.

Curiously you never wavered in situations such as this, not ever; and so you remained completely calm before answering his question.

"You've built up quite a name for yourself, Black Dog."

He bit his tongue once you said that title.

Looks like you hit the mark.

"So if you know who I am, and you're still standing here; that must mean you're pretty confident in your abilities as a fighter... Is that it?"

You shook your head. "I already told you. I'm not here to fight. I'm simply following what my heart tells me."

"Your... Heart? You mean you helped that boy escape because you let your feelings get in the way?" He questioned. And from the looks of it, he was genuinely interested in hearing the answer.

"Well, that's only partly the reason." You chuckled.

"Then why-?"

"I don't need to explain myself. And as I've said, I don't intend to fight you either. So the real question is, what will you do? Will you slay me for assisting in his escape?"

This was it.

Whatever he chose decided on how the two of you ended this... Well at least for now.

If he chose to fight against you, then you'd have no choice but to engage him in battle; even though you really didn't want to. But not because he frightened you.

It was only because going head to head with another clansman sounded like a real pain...especially to a pacifist who happened to be against most conflicts.

A heavy, tired sounding sigh left his mouth. He then released his grip on the katana's hilt.

"You say that you don't want to fight. Is it because you do not possess any weapons?"

"Huh?" You hadn't meant to say that out loud, but there it was.

The boy sighed again.

"Weapons. You don't seem to have any. Is that why you don't want to fight?" He repeated a little louder.

You almost laughed.

What a simple way for a man to think of this situation.

"No. That isn't the reason. I simply don't want to..." Jeez, you were starting to sound as theatrical as the Black Dog.

Your answer startled him for a moment.

"I see... Then will you continue to aid the Colorless king?" He asked regaining his composure.

Your teeth clenched.

There's no way you'd ever help that scum; but considering everyone else still seemed to think that Yashiro was guilty, you didn't argue.

"Yes."

Another sigh.

"Fine. Then the next time we meet, I will have to slay you. We'll be enemies... Although there's a part of me that wishes otherwise. You seem like a decent enough guy."

Guy? Looks like your voice lowering strategy worked pretty well.

A small smile tugged at your lips. Not that he could see it.

"The same to you." You said before he disappeared through the door behind you.

Too bad.

In the end he also seemed like a nice boy.


Sooo, here you get to see how you react to seeing the video of Tatara dying *Cry* and also a bit more of your abilities as a clansman.

Sorry though, there's no fighting for you yet. You'll unfortunately have to wait longer for that.

That is, if you actually do end up fighting. *Shrugs Shoulders*

Also, if you're curious about what you use to fight, well, I'm afraid I can't tell you that yet either!

For now just get through the next few introduction chapters before we get to a couple side ones where interactions between you and the other characters will grow.

But until then, I hope you guys bear with me and stay patient.