"It is a characteristic of all movements
And crusades that the psychopathic
Element rises to the top"
Takamaru could feel the cold of the night's air creeping upon his skin. It was almost as though it were the fingers of death sliding across his arm, beckoning him, urging him to join--to become one. He wasn't sure what it was, exactly, about to night that caused everything to just feel out of place. His robes felt slightly damp--as they should--from the sweat rolling off his skin. Few people could sweat in twenty degree weather, then again, few people were Takamaru.
He was standing in a dark alleyway--the stone beneath his feet was wet from the constant raining that had been few days previous. It had been some time since he had been in the Americas, some time indeed. He had never really cared for it there--he never cared for anywhere--so the fact that he was here was saying a lot. The wizards in the Americas were nothing but gluttonous fools in his opinion, they looked down on any other country as if they were nothing more than mere house-elves. They thought they had everything because they had more money than most of the places in the world, whereas they had nothing because their greed and gluttony would be their downfall; Taka was sure of that.
He absentmindedly ran his fingers over the bulging tattoo on his forearm. It was what was known to most wizards as the "Dark Mark." It was used by the previous Dark Lord, Voldemort, as a sign of dominance over his followers--whereas they thought it was simply a sign of loyalty--his way of controlling those who gave themselves to him. Taka had been given the mark shortly after his birth. Apparently it had been decided that he was to be a Death Eater--Voldemort's sect of followers--until he was to replace his father as the Dark Lord.
Taka thought it was all stupid. He had always hated the fact that someone was trying to dictate how he lived, how he existed. It was as though someone were trying to force some preordained destiny upon him, a destiny he wanted to change and manipulate to his will. A destiny that he would create. And now he did the exact opposite of what his father had originally intended; Taka killed Death Eaters.
He was, by no means, an Auror or any other lackey that worked for the Ministry. In fact, most of the Ministry would rather see him hanged than work with him--of course, that feeling does go both ways. Takamaru was by far one of the most self-centered people that had ever existed. He would rather his survival over anyone else in this worlds, especially after his heart had been removed, burned, pissed on, and then thrown in the ocean for old time sakes.
Taka's new life mission was simply to destroy everything his father had ever created. But, in order to do this he had the need to form some friendships with those that did work for the Ministry, simply because they would help keep him out of Azkaban. The person that he had befriended, in a weird fashion, was Alexandria Marks. She was one person that during his days in school he would continuously treat like shit, yet, at the same time, he would never let the girl get hurt. She was the last remaining person that meant anything to him, his last true friend.
The girl that he had loved--the same girl that he had been arranged to marry since they days of their birth--had ended up betraying him. She went, not for him like he had hoped and wished for but instead for the one person he had hated the most. That persons name was Angel O'Conner. Takamaru had hated the boy since the year they had met at Hogwarts deep in the corridors of the dungeons.
Their meeting hadn't ended so well, as Takamaru had caused the boy pain with the magic that Taka had been taught, magic he learned to use against his teachers. That was where he had met the second woman in his life that he would have given himself to. Her name was Tabitha Michelle. She was the only Ravenclaw that was brave enough to even think of dueling him. Of course, at the time, she had no clue who he was.
After that he noticed that he seemed to care for the Ravenclaw, but, in time his feelings turned to hatred--as his feelings turned to hatred towards everyone, even his brother. After school the only person that he kept tabs with was his awkward friend, Lexie. She had grown to be darker over her last years in Hogwarts, a darkness that was only fed by Taka as he showed her magic she would have never learned anywhere else.
And so, here he is, hunting down the Death Eaters trying to remove their taint from the world, not for the sake of others, but for the sake that they tried to control his life and he is simply taking it back. He ran his fingers through his silver-white hair, his Japanese features predominating his English heritage. He licked his lips, the saliva instantly drying as the harsh wind blew--it now felt lower than twenty degrees.
"Of all the places, you choose the coldest place in America," came a soft voice from ahead of Taka. As the shadowy figure emerged the feminine features became extremely apparent. Her eyes flashed playfully at Taka's, "It's nice to see you again. I take it you are only here for more information, eh?"
"What do you know?" his voice was silky, venomous, yet calm. His words were fluent, unlike what you would expect from one of the Asian decent speaking English. His voice alone could make women, and some men, go so weak at the knees they could no longer stand. What his voice failed to do, his eyes made up for tremendously.
"Same ol' Taka," came the voice once more, "O'Conner made an appearance the other day…and believe it or not, his beloved Jade wasn't with him. I was rather surprised my--" she stopped talking as Taka took a step forward, she could see the muscles in his arms constrict to the point where she could trace them with her finger.
"Where is he?" his voice was quick, but remained smooth.
Alexandria swallowed, "Look, I know that you and him have your differences, but I am not going to tell you the whereabouts of someone--innocent might I add--so that you can simply walk up and kill him. It isn't going to happen."
"Innocent?" Taka had to control himself from laughing. As much as she thought he might not be innocent--or perhaps she was just trying to save a former lover--she was wrong. Angel O'Conner was as much a Death Eater as Voldemort was Dark Lord during the Dark Age.
"Angel O'Conner has been convicted of several crimes, all of which you saw the files to! You know as well as I do that he is a Death Eater, and by the Gods I will make sure he shares the same fate as every other Death Eater bastard!" his hands rested his pockets, he was ready to rip the memories from her head if he had to.
"God, you can't even take a joke these days," she smirked, "He's in Japan. Apparently he and your beloved Jade are getting married," she watched him flinch, "I've even heard that you haven't been invited, rather sad really. But I'd imagine that isn't going to stop you, is it..?"
Takamaru didn't even reply. As he turned away from her he apparated. But unlike normal people, when he apparated it was a mist of blood that he vanished into, rather than a cloud of smoke. Lexie's nose wrinkled as she saw the red vanish.
"Does that mean it isn't?"