(Sorry for the long update delay. I was waiting for at least one more review, and I got it in the middle of a trip to Balboa Island. Anyway, here it is.)
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It had been two days since the young Crimson ran away. No food, and no drink at all because he was unknown. Kirai had kept him out of the world to hide the 'disgrace,' so nobody knew him or trusted him as a result.
The gray-haired boy hid in an alleyway. His stomach growled in hunger for what seemed like the hundredth time today, and he grasped it in pain. He complained to himself, "I need something to eat..."
He sighed, looking around the alleyway and not finding anything remotely edible. He was so desperate, he tried eating the trash, but he immediately spit it back out in disgust. He fell to his knees in disbelief and tears began pouring out of his eyes. "I can't believe it's over for me already..."
"It isn't."
Crimson looked around in disbelief, trying to find the source of the voice, and the man that had been spying on him running away appeared behind him. He said simply, "Fist of the Foot Sole," and kicked Crimson in the head, instantly knocking him out.
He grabbed the boy's unconscious body and walked away with it. All that saw him with the boy were saying things such as, "Good riddance," yet the man kept a stern and calm countenance.
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Crimson stirred, waking up in a luxurious chair. He was about to ask of his location, but he immediately grasped his head in pain. He groaned in pain and stared at the blond-haired man before him. "What was that for?!" was all that could come out of the boy's mouth.
"You seemed helpless. I decided to help you." Also before Crimson was a large table of food, which the man was at the other end of. Tears again began to well in his eyes, but this time, they were tears of joy.
"Thank you..." he whispered with an ecstatic voice as he began to eat. It tasted so good; at least that's what he thought. Kirai never really fed him: this was the first real food he had ever eaten.
After the three-eyed boy ate his fill, a sudden realization came to him, and he asked, "But, why did you help me?"
"Does a person need a reason to help?" the man asked with a sly look of deceit on his face. However, Crimson did not notice.
The boy began to leave, again saying, "Thank you," but the man stopped him by saying:
"However, I do have my reasons. I felt a kinship between us. Both of us were outcast by our parents and others. Let me take care of you."
Crimson remained silent for a few seconds, pondering the decision. He then responded, "Alright."
A sly grin swept across the man's face, but Crimson again did not notice. "By the way, you can call me Hydrate."
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Crimson was now 15, and he had developed a Fist of his own. The Fist of Three Eyes allowed him to summon eyes out of nowhere to attack for him. He could also remove his third eye for his more powerful attacks. Also, thanks to the happiness brought by Hydrate, he had nearly forgotten the abuse he had suffered.
Upon his new father's requests, he was practicing this Fist wherever he could find. He simply practiced just outside of Hydrate's so-called castle, because, despite all of what people had done to him, he did not want to hurt them. As he was training, a beautiful girl with long red hair walked by. Noticing each other, Crimson simply blushed lightly, and the girl winked at him while continuing to walk.
Soon enough, the girl was out of sight, and the moment almost made Crimson not notice the sound of a gunshot. He barely dodged, the bullet going literally right under his arm. The wielder of the gun was none other than his old 'father,' if one could call such an abusive person that.
"I've finally caught you! Now, I'll make sure you'll pay, you worthless piece of trash!"
'You worthless piece of trash.' Those five words alone made all the tension, all the pain, all the abuse come flooding back into Crimson's mind. Tears fell from his eyes quickly and suddenly.
"Oh, you're crying again. Get over it! The world isn't fair!"
The teenage Crimson was not going to sit through this speech again. "You're even more unfair than the world is, you asshole!!"
The insult came as a surprise to Kirai. He was hoping his son was still useless, but he was wrong.
"I am sick of you!! You abuse me, you insult me for something I couldn't help! Do you think I wanted to do that?! Having my mother here would be a hell of a lot better than having you!"
That was it. This rage released it, Crimson's blue aura from his fist turned into one of absolute darkness.
He called out in rage and hatred, "Dark Fist of Three Eyes!!"
He removed his third eye and placed it on his hand, followed by punching STRAIGHT THROUGH Kirai. The abusive man bled like crazy as Crimson pulled his Fist out.
Crimson said to his dying father, "Rot in hell, just like you made the first nine years of my life a living hell," as the man almost instantly fell over dead after the attack.
The grey-haired teenager panted in anger, as the red-haired girl from before had heard the conversation and ran back to Crimson. "Are you okay?!" she asked anxiously.
Crimson was surprised at the question, for she was only the second person to ever care about him. He replied after a short pause, "...Yeah, I'm fine."
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Hydrate, now 26 years old, had watched the whole situation from inside his castle. He chuckled to himself, saying, "All according to plan... Soon, my dark army will be able to bring the Yamiking to the surface and destroy him."
He threw a picture to the side, laughing evilly, as the picture was revealed to be one of an imposing bald man with a kanji on his forehead and sharp teeth...
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(I realized this will actually be about all of the Reverse Maruhage Empire, but it will still mainly be about Crimson.)
