A/N : i FINALLY understood what every body is trying to tell me, so I used double spacing and checked for grammatical and spelling errors. and I already started out as the Kurodu family and don't want to change it. I apologize if it offends anyone , just bear with me. Also , though the story seems to be around Akabane , all the other characters will come in soon.(including Hevn ).

DISCLAIMER : I DON'T OWN THE GET BACKERS, BUT................

THOUGHTS...............

A girl with a freakish taste in clothes was walking down the road. Dressed like a Goth. Whats with the young generation. Can't they dress like normal girls ? An old woman , watching Rokto shook her head. Really , whats wrong with the world ?
Rokto ,too had things to worry about too. The meeting with her brother had not gone well, no.....not well at all. Akabane refusing a challenge from Rokto........well , she did not think she 'd have to live to see this day . Akabane , no longer had that edge , the keen edge of a sword, that ensures half the battle won. No, it seemed like the brilliant blade had tarnished with age, chipped at the edges. Effectively , useless. Akabane should never have been allowed to move out . She knew it had been a mistake and now the elders had to see Akabane to realize why she had protested so vehemently against the decision. Fools... her lips curved upwards in a smile. Well, at least the evening promised to be entertaining. The same craving that drew her Brother to the outer world. And look at the people around, no one even had the slightest conception of the danger walking in their midst. Even their sense of intution was so dwarfed.... their lives were so monotonous, so dreary......... no excitement of battle, no thrill of victory, life and death in the balance of a solitary thread of hair. Nothing.........and killing these people was ridiculously easy..no challenge, maybe that's why her brother had lost his edge.......hmmm.
What had her brother said about those losers ? Thunder Emperor ? Heard of him...... yeah , but that wimp ? But she was not going to undermine the guy in a battle. Obviously Raitei must be interesting , but the guy looked seriously afraid of Akabane. Hmmm........and that insolent guy ? Whats with his manners ? No one could possibly accuse Rokto or Akabane of being impolite. They were courteous even to their victims, Always smiling, their way of eliminating victims had flair , indication of culture , not crudeness like that guy. He radiated power, but it had among other things a quality of rashness, That her brother had not even displayed a tenth of power was also obvious. And that girl , what did she say ..Lady Poison........ahh another scaredy cat , fear was predominant in her aura, the tension was there from before .... Akabane was the cause, undoubtedly. That's what people should feel around Akabane...fear, pure , unadulterated terror. The only one she liked there was Natsumi . Politeness went a long way in first impressions. Sadly ordinary , did not display necessary fear, hmmm minus point , but allowances could be made..... about the age of Mia. Rokto smiled , almost invisible. Little Mia , Brother and sister felt the same way about Mia. They watched her grow up. They were very protective of her, Fiercely so, Their father's criticism, the elders opinions, nothing could pierce the veil they had built around their sister. A kidnapping attempt had brought out the worst in the twins. That day , the clan as well as the .....others...... had realized why the Koroudo twins were to be feared so. They killed everyone who had even a hand in the attempt, but they had invited all the major clans to view it. and instilled permanently what happens to anyone who came near Mia , including their own family. Also what happens to those who cross the Kurodo twins. And that Akabane differed so sadly from the Akabane she met today.
" Hey ,lady, hand over what you got"
She looked up , rudely awakened from her reverie, and found a gun pointed to her head. She looked around ,hmm m............. wandered into a back alley with most unsavoury elemnts surrounding her....Even the overpowering certainty of their own doom was no warning to them. Rokto sighed. She could ofcourse ,just put them to sleep, but her modus operandi was to eliminate those who offended her (also those who did not ) but.........wait ......what was happening to her ? Indecision ? her ? " Hey lady , hurry up or we help ourselves, i'm sure you wouldn't mind. " He reached out to grab her throat ........Instead , he slumped to the ground, a set of scalpels neatly arranged along his spine. Straight line perfectly dotting the vertaebrae, yes......... beautiful , grace , precision and timing of about 15 secs .Good. While she was observing all this, her assailants were observing the perfect J finish and were panic stricken , because even the lowest thugs "knew" what it meant. A few more scalpels scorched the air as they passed through and traced the favoured letter on the victims. Six more dead ,lying around the feet of a woman clad in black. A soft, if a trifle sarcastic was heard ," Who has mellowed down , Sister "
A figure , framed against the sun was seen on the roof of an adjacent building, black material billowing around his legs even though the air was still. The expression was shaded by a hat . The scalpels returned , having finished their artistic undertaking , pirecing through his body , eking no reaction f rom him .
Rokto looked up and smiled. " Perhaps both of us ........." In ordinary circumstances , the smile would be absent. She resented interference of any sort, " My, what happened to the bloody flower ? Sister, very bad display, infact , none at all. I was hoping to see more. " With this , he disappeared.
Rokto was slightly annoyed. Indeed, it was unfortunate that her brother had caught up with her just then. She hated to disappoint her brother. Her brother had very high expectations, and could very harsh when she had not lived upto it in the past. She also feared him like everyone but loved him all the same. the bond tha the twins had was very strong. Which is why , they had not fought to death like other siblings. That , her brother had not tried to impale her with scalpels was further proof that he had softened if not in talent , atleast in stance . But , effectively he had shown his anger with well chosen words that inflicted every bit a painful injury as scalpels would have . Pain was a heady feeling that could be addictive ...........in a way.