Chapter 1: Kuro Torumaki

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(This chapter is being narrated by Kuro.)

My name is Kuro Torumaki. I'm an 18 year old high school drop-out. I'm an average looking Japanese boy, I have black hair, dark brown eyes, and I'm 5 feet 7 inches tall. I dropped out in my sophomore year two years ago because my parents died in a car accident, so I was forced to drop out and work as a car washer in order to pay the rent for the apartment. I was doing fine washing peoples cars all day every day, going home soaked in soapy water and sweat until suddenly I started getting paid less due to us not getting any customers. My paycheck every week continued decreasing until I eventually got paid no more than 300 yen every two weeks. I then decided to quit because 300 yen wasn't worth the time. Unable to pay the rent, I lost the apartment and had to live on the cold and cruel streets of Tokyo, Japan. After 2 weeks of no food and no bed to sleep in, I decided to just lay in a garbage bin and rot. So I walked into the nearest alley I could find but unexpectedly, I bumped into a group of boys my age. They all turned around and glared at me except for the one in the middle, he just stared at me with a devilish grin, as if he had just taken over the world. "Yo Bon Bon, it's the car wash boy", said the tallest of the three. He was about 6 feet and 4 inches tall, green eyes, long dark brown hair that covered his glasses along with most of his face. He wore a plain black sweater and baggy jeans with white sneakers. It appeared as if he wore those clothes his whole life. "I see that, Yoko", replied the buff guy. The buff guy was about 6 feet tall, short black curly hair, dark brown eyes, wearing a red tank top and gray sweat pants with white sneakers and carrying a backpack. The guy in the middle was staring down at me with such an evil grin that it sent shivers down my spine. He was about 6 feet tall with blonde spikey hair, wearing a blue jacket over a plain black t shirt and blue jeans over his dark brown sneakers. On each of his elf-like ears, were two shiny silver earrings that looked quite expensive and his teeth looked inhumanly sharp. He just stared down at me for a while, barely moving at all. "Um...hello?" I said silently but loud enough for him to hear. I managed to get Bon Bon and Yoko to glance at me but the blonde guy with the evil smile just continued to stare at me as if I was an alien. After a minute or so of silence, the guy with the blonde hair finally opened his mouth. "Who the hell do you think you are? You gonna apologize for bumping into me? Or should I just take your life right now?" He reached in his pocket and slowly pulled out a black butterfly knife. My heart was pounding and Bon Bon and Yoko started chuckling. I probably should be running for my life right now but after two weeks without food, there is no way I could possibly outrun these people. Besides, I planned on rotting with the trash anyway so I might as well die here instead. "Go ahead. Kill me. My life is as worthless as the garbage bags behind you. I have no house, no money, no family, and no friends. I'm nothing but trash." I replied. The guy with the butterfly knife's evil grin became even wider. He then started chuckling along with Bon Bon and Yoko and then suddenly they all started laughing loudly. I just stared at them with a blank expression on my face, waiting for them to finish. They finally calmed down and looked back at me. "Very well, you fool." Said the guy with the butterfly knife. He tightly gripped his knife then raised it over his head, the blade pointing straight at my forehead. "Any last words before I take your life?" At this point, my heart was doing jumping jacks. I was so eager to die earlier but now I regret ever saying what I said earlier. I just stared at the knife silently, not knowing what to do or say. "Very well. I will now take your life." He said, still grinning evilly, getting ready to stab me. I then closed my eyes and awaited my death and the last thing I remembered was that devilish grin of his.

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