Disclaimer: Entire story excluding ocs and oc events, belong to oda.
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Chapter One
The camera sharply focuses on a young boy, capturing his every detail as the screen zooms in.
Surrounded by five other boys of similar height and age, the young boy stands in the middle, his tousled black hair streaked with unique red highlights.
As heavy rain begins to pour, the boy's ragged and dirty clothes stand out among the clean and neat outfits of the other boys.
A drop of rain plops onto the ground, signaling the impending storm.
With a triumphant grin, one of the bigger boys steps forward, his arms crossed and arrogance in his voice.
"You think you can get away with stealing my food, eh?" he sneers, noticing a piece of bread sticking out of the boy's mouth.
Undeterred, the boy continues to eat, seemingly unfazed by the confrontation.
The bigger boy steps closer, his face contorted with anger as he confronts the defiant boy.
"When I speak. You listen. Got that?" He whispered as he had just gotten close enough to where his mouth reached the boy's ear.
The young boy's head slowly lifted his gaze meeting that of the larger boy. In an instant, the larger boy staggered back.
Despite a quick show of fear, the larger boy quickly looked around his surroundings. Making sure no one noticed.
The larger boy frowned and walked up to the black-haired boy, his violent intentions leaking out of his body.
The bigger boy walked forward, his fist raised high. Before anyone could react, he delivered a powerful punch to the chin of the black-haired boy.
The boy crashed to the ground, his piece of bread carelessly dropping onto the damp, soiled earth. The boy nonchalantly rose to his feet as if nothing had occurred. However, this time, his vivid red eyes gleamed fiercely amid the dark and tempestuous atmosphere.
The boy's dry and ragged mouth twitched, his bright crimson red eyes locked into the bigger boy.
"Im gonna beat the shit out of you"
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Pirates, thievery, and fierce animals.
Well, that's how the average person would describe Dawn Island.
On said island lay a kingdom known as Goa. While pretty and well-built on the inside. The kingdom was known for its segregation of lower, middle, and upper-class citizens or what locals call "nobles".
This kingdom is spread into multiple different parts.
High town. As the name suggests, it is a place where only the most wealthy and noble can live. Those who live here bear the symbol of Goa. A yellow daisy, with three white feathers sticking out the top.
The town center is where the normal/middle-class lives. These sorts of people tend to become workers and serve the people of high-town.
Most importantly, on the outermost edges of this walled kingdom was a edge town.
Edge Town was a place of pure violence and anger. This area not only held the most amount of crime on the island but has daily gang wars that occur for control of the edge town.
Just outside of that is the gray terminal. As its name suggests, it's a terminal for all the trash and garbage on the island, which in the kingdom of Goa, is low-class people.
Back at edge town, five boys groaned in pain. Their battered and bloodied states could horrify even veterans. That's certainly not something someone would expect from a mere boy.
"Y-you're not gonna get away with this, you trash!" The bigger boy blurted out, groaning in pain as his once neat, and tidy clothes had been stained by the dirty soil.
One of the other boys, smaller in size glared at the boy standing over them.
Standing over the five beaten and battered boys stood a familiar black-haired boy. His ragged streaks of red shone in the dark alongside his crimson eyes.
The crimson-eyed boy simply gazed at the symbol on one of the boy's clothes.
"A yellow daisy with three feathers sticking out," The boy whispered out. He seemed to be unaware that the bigger boy had heard what he said.
The bigger boy grinned before violently coughing as blood dripped from his mouth.
"You finally noticed huh?!" The rest of the boys started grinning and snickering as the bigger boy slowly started to get back up on his feet.
The bigger boy intensely glared at the raven-haired boy.
"We're nobles."
The bigger boy slowly crossed his arms, resisting the pain he felt in his body as he confidently smirked.
"If you get on your hands and knees and beg for forgiveness then may-"
WHACK
The crimson-eyed boy's fist connected with the bigger boy's jaw.
"I don't remember asking." He nonchalantly said. His killing intent seeped out of his body, which just further intimated the boys.
The raven-haired boy turned around and started walking away. Finally, realizing that this wasn't worth his time or energy.
"Y-YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS YOU USELESS TRASH."
One of the boys screamed out. As they began to get up and run away to who knows where.
The raven-haired boy sighed and continued walking, pretending to ignore the noise.
The camera pans to another part of the island as three boys drink a cup of sake.
"AND WITH THIS.. WERE OFFICIALLY BROTHERS!"