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Crystal Tokyo, once the old city of Tokyo, shone brightly against the black background of the night sky hanging above it. It housed the small remnant of humanity, survivors from the ice age known as the Great Freeze. The entire city was a shining light in the frozen wasteland caused by the great catastrophe from a nearly a thousand years ago.
Its denizens walked through the market plaza, the most crowded part of the city. Some walked by others who were drinking tea at the plaza's many shops, carrying the air of their higher-class upbringing with them. Both buyers and sellers wore fancy clothing similar to that of Victorian England with high-collared suits and jackets for men and frilly dresses for women.
Yet, there was one who kept himself hidden behind a pile of boxes near a currently empty stand. His tattered brown cloak contrasted with the clean capes around him, but concealed his features from everyone else as did the shadows of his raised hood.
From where he hid, the figure moved one human hand out of his cloak and kept it slightly outstretched, the palm facing a stand across from him. On the stand were oranges that remained perfectly still, at least until the stand's vendor gave it to a passing customer. Suddenly, one orange fell off from the pile and slowly rolled onto the ground, avoiding the feet of the unsuspecting people.
The figure moved his other hand out of the cloak in time to catch it, while the outstretched one was focused on the oranges. Another fell off and then another, and both rolled on the ground toward him. No one ever noticed what was happening right at their feet, just how he wanted it.
The three oranges were placed in a small bag he kept within the cloak and the figure turned to the stand once more. Another orange fell out and rolled once again…
SQUISH!
… but it was crushed underneath an armored boot, leaving a stain on the ground and the boot itself. The figure's eyes widen under his hood at his failed attempt and he raised his gaze to see who crushed the orange.
It was a man who rubbed his boot against the street to wipe off the stain. He was joined by others who were dressed in similar fashion to him. The figure saw the familiar silver armor of the queen's enforcers and their spears on their persons, and the figure mentally cursed. He had very little love for those a part of the queen's guard and one of them just ruined his chances of getting food.
What made the situation worse was that one guard turned his head to where the pile of box the figure hid behind. Soon, all the guards turned their head to see what their compatriot was staring at.
The figure clenched his jaw with anger. They were going to notice him sooner or later, and he needed to get out of the market before he was caught. So, with a small exhale and inhale, the figure made a run for it.
The guards saw the ends of a tattered cloak before they saw its wearer pushing by the many civilians. The dirtied clothed gave the guards a hint as to who this mysterious person was, and they soon made chase. "Halt in the name Neo-Queen Serenity!" one of the guards commanded.
The command was ignored at the figure ran for his life, his feet pounding against the cobblestone street. One hand held onto the small bag of oranges the figure carried with him, while the other was outstretched towards another stand. The figure flung his hand to his pursuers, and the vendor and bystanders gasped as the stand floated in the air before an invisible force being flung to the guards.
The guards in front let out a surprise cry as the stand crashed into them, sending them crashing onto the street. Those who were lucky enough to avoid face chips of wood and food being flung into the air and their unprotected faces. When the figure momentarily glanced over his shoulder, the sight brought a smile to his hidden face.
The members of Crystal Tokyo only watched, some of them exclaiming "dirty ruffian!" and "uncouth ingrate!" at the figure. The cloaked figure just ignored them as he rushed pass them with great speed and made a sharp turn into a nearby alley.
The figure placed his back against the brick wall of the alley and he could hear sound of the guards' metal boots. They did not even bother to look as they passed the alley and the figure sighed with relief, knowing he lost his pursuers.
Turning deep within the alley, the figure continued his journey without any more trouble.
AN: Well, that's it. I hope you liked it. Please leave reviews and constructive criticism, if you can. Also, this story isn't up for adoption. Thanks.
Raika out!