I glared as he left, satisfied that my quickness scared him off. Everybody looked somewhat proud of me. Whispers once again flooded the room, and all it took to shush them was one glare from me.

I looked at Takeshi, Aol, Shizuoka, Hotaru, and Tatsuo.

Shizuoka ran up to me."That was amazing!" He exclaimed.

I rubbed the back of my neck."Thanks." I mumbled before turning to my mother. I ripped the duct tape off and hugged her.

"I never thought that you would be a leader after your father died." She sobbed."Please, Please! Don't end up in the same fate that Spear died in!"

I closed my eyes and whispered to her."I promise..." I let go and ordered Tsuneo, Hotaru and Tatsuo to bring my mom home.

Before she left she gave me a hopeful look.

I turned to my waiting gang."For all to know..." I began."I made this Color Gang to become stronger, fiercer than the White-Fangs itself!" I looked around the room."And we will kill Glistle, even if it's the last thing we do!"

They cheered, apparently the former Burning-Plasma members felt the same way. Though more than enough were new.

Suddenly, a crack sounded from the middle of the crowd. A teenage boy with a black hair and a blue jacket stood starring at me."Excuse me?" He asked.

"What do you want?"

I heard whispers like.

"That's Fuuko Flame!"

"We should kill him!"

"Shush, she doesn't know who he is!"

"She doesn't?"

I turned around back towards Fuuko and before a could blink. Something big and sharp flew into my eye. I don't think I've ever shrieked so loud before; it echoed off the walls and everyone went silent.

I tried taking out the sharp object, but it stayed put. I let out short hissing sounds as I stumbled off the platform, and into Takeshi and Shizuoka's arms where they were trying to calm me down. For I was in a angry flurry.

"Crystal, calm down. Shhhh, shhhh." Shizuoka soothed.

Everybody was freaking out. Apparently Fuuko had gone and nobody had any idea where he could be.

Even with sticky tears streaming down my face I could tell Takeshi was giving Shizuoka a dirty look that meant,'Back Off'

I chuckled and grabbed the object and gave one last tug. It came out with a rip, I felt blood spray as I opened my good eye. I almost puked, my eye was on what turned out to be a pen.

I reached up to my empty socket, I stuck my finger in it, it was shocking not to have an eye there.

I looked down at the pen, dripping in blood. I turned it around in my palm, my pale blue eye shimmered like glass. Everybody kept their cold silence.

"Everybody..." My voice was hoarse, I licked my lips as everybody turned to me."You have just witnessed war in making."

Shizuoka was nodding, Takeshi was still giving him a dirty look, but nodding. Aol was shivering. I heard the sound of people gasping, my purview vision sucked now, I narrowed my eyes and jumped back on the platform. I looked at everyone my eye socket stung like fire.

. . .

As I walked home, Takeshi kept his head down, Shizuoka looked at me once or twice, I think he expected me to say something.

I looked straight ahead, thinking how I was going to tell Spade.

When we arrived, Spade was in the house pacing, our mother looking out the window. I stopped, wondering why she was still in town.

Shizuoka turned around and looked at me."Hey, if your brother gets mad... We'll help you explain."

I glared at him, but it was barely as menacing as it used to be."I don't need help explaining to my brother." I opened my eyeless socket."Though he did warn me."

Takeshi stopped."He never warned you."

I raised my voice."It was you're worthless idea to start Red-Blood!"

Shocked, Shizuoka looked at me."You didn't come up with Red-Blood?"

"No, no. I did, I just..."

"Do you remember that night?" Takeshi challenged."When you beat the crap out of the Orange-Splinters?"

"I remember!" My fists clenched."Should you be challenging you're leader?"

He looked startled."I-I'm sorry. It's just..." He silenced himself, and walked away.

I watched him go, my anger fading. Shizuoka looked at me."I have a problem." He said.

"What is it?" I asked him, walking slowly away.

"My parents think that I'm at a friends house."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm asking if I can stay over."

"Wow!" I exclaimed."You're really open."

He looked shocked."Ewe, why would I even try?"

I snorted."I don't know."

As we walked in to my house, my eye was closed. Immediately, Spade looked at me

"What happened?!" He looked at Shizuoka."And who is he?!"

I sighed."He's a good friend of mine." I smiled, it somehow felt nice to call him a "good" friend.

"You didn't answer my question!"

I glanced away and slowly opened my eyeless socket. My mother gasped and hugged me. I pushed myself away from her."I'm fine, really!"

Spade looked like he was on fire and I immediately thought,'Spade, The Boy Who Was On Fire.' I laughed.

"Who did this?" My mother asked me.

I growled."Same person who killed our father."

"No it wasn't!" Shizuoka said, standing next to me."It was Fuuko."

I narrowed my eyes."I don't know how long that, that devil can stay alive."

"What exactly do you mean?"

"I mean, When Red-Blood and I get stronger, we will kill him and his bastardly Second In Comand!"

My mother gasped at me."Language!"

I smiled, embarrassed. I hugged her."Sorry, Mom."

Shizuoka said he was going to bed, I sat on the doorstep thinking what to do next. I pulled out my eye from my pocket and looked at it."I used to see with you." It looked shiny, almost like a marble."Now I'm eyeless, great!"

"You're not entirely blind." Said a voice from a bush.

"Who's there?"

Splinter popped his head out of the bush."Hey baby."

I raised my eyebrows."You taking to me?"

"Of course I am."

"You're lucky I didn't punch you!" I exclaimed.

He smiled."I heard what happened."

"I think everybody knows."

"Don't think much of it."

"Why? I bet you've never had something like this happen before."

"Oh, I do." Splinter said, pointing to a scar on his jaw that went all the way to his throat."I was in a gang fight with the Black-Wings and Reki Ro'meave took a swing at my jaw. Cracked half of it right open!"

I cringed."How did it even heal?"

"I had to have a feeding tube down my throat, anyway, there's this metal bar holding it together."

"Ewe." I said, cringing again."But I have to admit, pretty cool!"

"I know." Splinter stretched."Yours is cooler, though."

"I have a missing eye!"

"Oh, right!" He reached into his pocket and took out a glass eye."Here."

I took it from him."Thanks."

He nodded."Anytime, though I shouldn't help you anymore. Gotta go!"

I watched him go. Should differences matter? I mean, we didn't meet on good tendons. But, what if the two Gangs came together?