The Holy Brigade

Chapter 1, Confusion

Drip... Drip... driipp...
Where was he this time? His head gave a hard throb and the world spun, snippets flying through his head. A man stood before a mirror, he was 5ft tall, had emerald eyes and his hair was wet, as if the man just finished a shower. His hair was blue, and the man looked slightly peeved by this, a rich but smaller voice leaving the thin man who stood before the mirror. "Jeremy! I swear to god if you messed with my shampoo!" His posture was defensive and he glared half heartedly to the side as Jeremy called to the man. "Hey, you said you always wanted to try blue! You should be thanking me!" The man rolled his eyes...

The image in his mind skipped wildly before a different scene began to play. The emerald eyed man was out walking, noticing their reflection in various store front windows. He was older, but still had that blue hair all the same. The man went into an alleyway, he dropped something..... the mental image skipped again, but this time it skipped and the man's mind was brought back to that sound.

Drip... drip... driipp...
Emerald eyes stared deadpan towards the sky as it began to rain, the water dropping lazily at first before it grew to a torrental downpour. He tried to move, but, felt heavy, no will to help him move an inch.. why? What happened to him? Also... what was his name, where was he? He was baffled, staring at the sky as the rain came down hard when a sudden thought came to mind,why was he able to unblinkingly stare at the rain? Surely it'd get into his eyes, and the impact would cause him to flinch and blink... that was normal. Yet here he was, somehow staring at the rain.

He began to pay attention to his surroundings now and he wished he could blink so he could check if he was seeing things or not. He was in a dark dead end street, and pacing near him, untouched by the rain was somebody on the phone, moving franticly as they muttered to the phone in a frustrated tone. They wore a white kimono with red accents, simple designs and where practically barefoot with only bandages to cushion the soles of their feet. Yet this isn't what made the man think he was hallucinating, no, what made him think this was a single red hued fox tail that protruded out of the back of the kimono, along with matching fox ears on their head. The fox tail draped against the white of the kimono, swaying now and then, while the ears sat atop long blond hair. Floating around the blonde was a blue orb which the more he watched the more he realized was actually an oversized thick glass bead which had a blue flame burning inside of it, the orb only appearing blue due to the dancing flames within. The orb cast a soft glow around itself, and stuck relatively close to the blonde who finally got through to who ever they where calling.

The blue haired male turned his gaze away from the mysterious stranger, trying his best to not eavesdrop on the phone call, thought mostly unable to help it due to the proximity, the voice of the stranger also didn't help, being smooth and rich despite the clear panicked worry to the tone. "K! Ohhhh i'm in a bit of a bind..!" Soon the blonde babbled off to the other, K, he assumed was their name, and his attention turned from the rain to study his surroundings for some sign, a clue as to what happened. The alley was bright in his fragmented recollection, but now it was still, only he and the blonde where there. He figured out it was night now, seeing as the murky skies couldn't block out the dun to enough to make the shadows in the alley look faded, as if starved by the lack of sun to make them stronger. There also was a stillness, no sound of cars, no busy feet rushing to go from one place to the next in the city.. it was that stillness with the darkness that made him decide it must be nighttime.

His gaze moved over what little was in the alley, eyes straining to glimpse beyond what his eyes could see now, having to soon stop because it burned his eyes to try to move them that way, especially with the rain still striking his unblinking eyes. There was, just out of sight a large metalic dumpster, the courner he could see looked to have been painted green, though paint chipped with time. He could see silver metal trashcans better, sitting beside the  dumpster, one stood tall lid ontop to safeguard the smelly contents as the brother trashcan next to it looked to have fallen over, lid belly up beside it and the trash pouring out. The scene made him think of something.. one standing tall, proud while another laid fallen, defeated.. what it made him think of he couldn't tell.