There was a small rusting in the bushes as a man cut through the thick foliage of the Kurai Forest. His black hair was littered with streaks of silver and pulled back into a loose ponytail. Golden brown eyes scanned the greenery, and the man's grip on his gun tightened. A small rustling in the bushes caught the hunter's attention.
"Hey Braig! We need to stick together! If we split up, someone could get hurt!" came the obnoxious voice of Braig's assistant. Braig cringed a little as his target got away. The hunter turned his scarred head towards the intern. The brunette had a cheeky grin on, and Braig scoffed.
"As if." the hunter snorted. "A great hunter like me doesn't need protection from a weakling like you." A twisted smile curved Braig's lips as he turned away from the brunette intern.
"Bastard." he heard the kid grumble, and Braig's smirk grew.
'No kid is gonna tell the greatest hunter alive what to do. I get enough of that from the bastards in Radiant Garden.' he thought to himself. 'AS IF!' Another rustling sound brought Braig's attention to a nearby bush. He positioned his gun and watched a monkey-like creature emerged. As it drew closer, Braig noticed a strange emblem on its chest. As the hunter pondered on about the emblem, the creature attacked. Braig's left eye was cut deeply by the creature's claws. The pain was immense, but through it all one word rang in Braig's mind.
Heartless
Braig's body grew cold an numb; his screams echoed throughout the forest. Drakness overtook his body. Braig tried to grab his gun, but his body wouldn't permit him to. For a fleeting moment, Braig thought he saw his shadow come alive, but his vision was soon blurred, and he was rendered unconscious.
Braig awoke in the same spot as before. He wearily lifted his head and saw boots protruding out from under a dark cloak in front of him.
"Number II, the Freeshooter." the strange being said. Braig lifted his head up as too see the speaker's face, but all he saw was bright orange eagle eyes shrouded in darkness. What did he mean by Freeshooter? Braig suddenly noticed two heavy metallic objects in his hands. He looked to see what looked like a cross from a machine gun, a laser, and a cross bow. The objects were indeed awkward, and yet Braig felt powerful. He felt more powerful than he ever felt. He could feel the cool purple metal through his now gloved hands. Braig gingerly got to his feet and noticed that his whole attire had changed drastically. His old camo and green clad clothes were replaced by a long black cloak.
"What the hell?" Braig said softly as he looked himself over.
"Number II." the strange man said. Braig looked over at him and noticed that his hood was now off. The man's tanned skin contrasted well against his bright silver-white hair, and his orange eyes seemed to glow. "Number II," he repeated. "Xigbar...the Freeshooter." Braig gave the man a strange look, but for some odd reason decided to trust him. The man opened his mouth once more to speak. "Welcome to the organization."