Shinichi was a homeless 14-year-old living off the streets in Musufata. He wandered the streets without an idea in mind of what he wanted to do or where he wanted to go.
To eat he stole, food and money alike it didn't matter to him.
For a place to sleep, he picked one of the many abandoned buildings scattered about Musufata.
And when it was needed he'd fight off anyone who'd get in his way. Whether it was wandering into his temporary house - or building depending on where and what he was occupying at the time.
He kept himself fresh and clean, by way of the homeless shelters. He never begged for a cent or even food. If he wanted something he'd steal it, or well.. steal it since he didn't have any other options. He saved his money for when he wanted to treat himself to something special.
He wasn't picky he'd eat what was given to him and didn't need anything more than food, clothing, and shelter.
He was a simple kid, not scrawny and not fat. He had white hair, and mismatched eyes; left one red and the right one gray. He was by no means, weak. He had a reasonable amount of muscle on him. He was skilled at masking his emotions and had a poker face that could not be broken. He often kept to himself and left anyone and everyone clueless on what he was thinking or how he felt. On the contrary, he was cocky and sarcastic at times, mostly when fighting.
He was currently walking downtown in Musufata, it was a good day. Sunny and beautiful, sky tinted with pink and orange swirls just the way he liked it. A nice breeze, people were out buying things, kids were playing around, and heroes were well... being heroes. Criminals were robbing, Ah yeah, criminals.
Why was it me who had to get mugged? He thought as he was still looking up with his hands shoved into his pockets, "Ay fucker are you deaf?" the criminal asks, waving his knife around like a dunce. Ah, this guy seems to be fucking retarded, "No man, I think you're looking for the wrong guy. I'm Shinichi." he responds completely serious, finally setting his gaze upon this low life.
"Ah, I have a comedian on my hands, I'll admit your pretty fuckin' funny my man, but your still gonna have to cough up everything you have on ya..." After a few seconds, the boy finally takes his hands out of his pocket, seemingly after a little bit of digging. Tossing 25 yen to the man, and taking his leave.
Just as he was nearing the exit to the alleyway, the man's hand gripped his shoulder turning him around, "What's this?" The man asks holding up 25 yen. "I thought I told ya' to give me everything you got, you fuckin brain dead?" sighing, this entire situation is an inconvenience.
"Yeah I heard you, that's everything I have."
they lock gazes for a minute, one is filled with complete annoyance whilst promising violence. The other is completely dead, uninterested, unrelenting, and in a world of their own.
Shinichi stares straight through the man as he reaches up, grabbing the man's hand firmly prying it off of his shoulder. Before he continues to walk away, shoving his hands back into his pocket.
The criminal was dumbstruck by this teenager's bold move, sitting there for a second, jaw agape before quickly walking up behind the kid swinging his knife at him, just as his slash was about to connect. His hand stopped instantly unable to move, knife clattering on the ground.
The man's hand was entirely still in the kid's grip. Meeting the child's gaze, he looked as uninterested as ever. Like he was already bored with this man attempting to murder him. What surprised him the most was how he managed to turn around and grab his hand, all before he could react.
Regardless the man threw a punch with his other hand, throwing all of his body weight into it. Banking on knocking this white-haired teenager out with a single punch.
However, the teenager had other ideas.
Pivoting on his heel he moved out of the way leaving the criminal's punch to miss him by an inch, releasing his grip on the man's hand while at the same time sticking his foot out tripping the man as he followed through with his punch.
The mugger tripped over his foot sticking the landing by using the entirety of his head to stop his fall. This garnered a small smirk from the teenager, "What a jackass." he remarked.
Flicking his foot under the knife and kicking it up, catching it effortlessly. He turned to the man getting up off the ground, "Y-ou fucka, I'm gonn beat yo ass," the man claims, as he speaks lacking a couple of teeth.
"Not looking too well man, you should get that checked out..." He says with a laugh, finding his own joke funnier than the guy he was telling it to.
Needless to say, this man was pissed.
The criminal charged him again, going for another generic overhand right. Putting all of his body into it, seemingly forgetting what happened mere moments ago.
The kid bent his legs and limbo'ed right under the punch this time, before straightening his body out and sticking his foot out again- but unlike last time, he grabbed the arm closest to him using his weight against him swinging the poor dude face-first into the brick wall.
"Man you really don't learn do you?" He laughs, "and they say the same trick doesn't work twice."
Looking down upon the man, emotionless to what had transpired. He nudges the man with his foot, "Hey man you alive?" in response to his question the man seems to wake up or at least gain some form of consciousness as he rolls over on his back to look up at the white-haired kid who had knocked his ass out without even throwing a punch.
"How old are you? 30-40? You got a family?" The kid asks, tossing a kni- his knife between his hands.
"I-I got f-family" the man coughs out some blood, his hoodie was ripped, clothes dirty and covered by the shit that littered the alleyway he was laying in. Today wasn't looking too good for him.
"A family eh?", the teenager sighs as he stops tossing the knife around. Settling on which hand it should be in, "too bad I have to do this..." The kid says as he throws the knife down, "N-o no n-o no w-ait" The man squeezes his eyes shut, scared shitless of what was about to happen.
The kid throws the knife, leaving it embedded an inch above the man's head and directly through his hood. Pinning him to the ground.
He looks at the man, who had his eyes squeezed shut still. Dumb fuck's still scared shitless! Shinichi kneels down retrieving his 25 yen and placing it upon the attempted mugger's chest before rummaging through his pockets and taking his cash, not his wallet or anything valuable that's presumably important to him. I'm a dick but I'm not that much of a dick... he ends up with 1000 yen and some white powder, probably drugs.
"Open your eyes asshole you're not dead yet," Shinichi speaks, quiet but commanding.
The man opens his eyes, finding that he's still alive and his insides are well... still inside him. "What's this?" The teenager asks holding a baggy with some white powder, inside it. "..."
"Tsk" Shinichi opens the baggy, staring straight into the man's eyes - and pours it out leaving it to blow around and get scattered by the air.
"You have a family man, this shit isn't worth it"
With those parting words, Shinichi drops the small baggy on the ground shoving his hands back into his pockets walking out of the alleyway.
