SLAVE
It was around 9pm in the city of Tokyo. Kamui Shiro was walking home fast from another disgusting day at school. Actually, it was detention. He had to stay for starting a fight with another classmate of his; one that he absolutely hated. It didn't matter to him. He got what he deserved thought Kamui. The wind was blowing hard that night he walked home. He decided to take a shortcut down an alley. A newspaper blew right in front of him and landed on his shoes. Kamui bent over and picked up the newspaper and started to read. The headlines read "Assassin strikes again!" in big bold letters. Kamui knew what this was about.
All over school was the talk of that assassin. He couldn't stand it anymore. He knew that it would pass. But how could he concentrate on his studies when it was all over the news and on the front pages of the newspapers? It was all the same. Teenager boys and girls getting kidnapped in the dead of night, then in a week, they'd find the bloody bodies with what looked like sword cuts all over. That's why they had an 8:00 curfew. But it was all the same. None survived even with the curfew.
Kamui was so busy reading the article that he didn't even notice a tall muscular man come up behind him. Before either of the two could do anything, Kamui jumped to the side just in time for a blade came down and swished only air in what would have been Kamui. Kamui stood up and got a good look at the person who almost tried to hurt him. About 6ft tall, well-built, red eyes, and black hair in an almost similar style to his own. "Who are you?" Kamui asked. "My name is Fuuma" the other guy said in a deep voice. Kamui was sending him a death glare. "What the fuck were you trying to do to me!" Kamui screamed. Fuuma just stood there with an evil smirk on his face. Kamui was growing agitated so he did what the only thing he thought he could do: fight back even though his legs wanted to run in the opposite direction.
Kamui put down his bag and charged at Fuuma even though he was unarmed. Fuuma was dodging all of his attacks with that smirk still on his face. Kamui was fighting him with his fists, but he was still no match for Fuuma's knife which slowly found it's way to Kamui's throat. Kamui felt the cold blade on his skin. Fuuma was now behind him and holding a defenseless Kamui hostage in his arms. Kamui didn't struggle for he knew what would happen if he did.
Fuuma whispered in Kamui's ear "You should consider yourself lucky." Usually they thrash and I have to slow them down a little." Then it clicked in Kamui's mind. Fuuma was the Assassin. Chills went up Kamui's back. Oh no! What have I gotten myself into? Kamui thought"What are you going to do with me?" Kamui asked even though he was still in Fumma's grasp. Fuuma chuckled. "Isn't it obvious?" Fuuma asked. "You're my new slave." Kamui gasped. "Oh shit! Somebody please help me!" he screamed. No one answered. Fuuma knew no-one would answer. They were all safe and sound in their houses thanks to the 8:00 curfew.
Fuuma took the blade away from Kamui's throat and used the end of the knife to knock Kamui out. Kamiu's eyes grew wide and he then collapsed into Fuuma's awaiting arms. Fuuma brought Kamui over to a black convertible and put him into the back seat. Fuuma smiled at the boy sleeping in the back seat and pushed some stray hair out of Kamui's eyes. "So cute" he whispered; careful not to wake up the little angel. Fuuma got into the front seat of the car and sped off into the night with his new slave.