Guess what guys? Its not a kh fic! Gasp! Well, its about time. We need more original fics. I thought IMAGINATION was a big part of writing, but now all I see are SoraxKairi romance fangirl nonsense, and characters acting.....out of character. So heres my fiction, that I hope you enjoy. If you like Cowboy Bebop, Gungrave, and have read the book entitled "The Outsiders", you will like this. Also, there A bit of mature themes in this, so......yeah, youve been warned. If you don't like potty mouths or blood, or violence, you MIGHT not want to give this a read. Without further adu, I now present:
{ Rebels and Ravens }
Chapter 1: *~bLoodY_RAiny_TeaRy NOSTALGIA*~
The rain poured down heavily upon the large apartment buildings of the quiet city. It had been raining like this all day, and no one was outside. This night was peaceful, however. Children could finally sleep dreamlessly, no longer awakened by the gunshots that would ring in their ear day after day after day. Things had changed drastically, thanks to the suits from Xeno District. There wasn't a sound in this former city of sin and death. But of course, this silence was to be broken. Broken by the hateful sound of bullets, from a small, white corner store. Inside of its old, tinted windows, a loud crack of gunfire was heard, and a yellow flash filled its walls. You could see the blast even from the outide. A faint thud was heard soon after, as of someone had crumpled on the floor. An eerie silence followed, and the only thing that was heard was the sound of the rain pounding against the black asphalt. The city was mute again, as if it was ignoring what had just happened. No one seemed to care, for they were already used to their peaceful nights. No one cared, that's what I came to believe over time.
Suddenly, the worn, white doors of the store erupted open, and two boys ran out like dogs, one of them almost tripping on his untied shoelace. They sprinted as if they were running from the devil himself, and were already halfway down the apartment filled streets. Someone else came out of the door, this time a much older looking man. He wore a turquoise Hawiian shirt, and had his white, blonde hair slicked back. He held a shotgun in both hands, and had a crazed look in his blue eyes. This man was the owner of the store, and he was obviously pissed beyond reason, his red face verifying this. He looked left and right like a mad man, and aimed his shotgun when he saw the boys heading into an alley. He blasted off another shot as he chased them down.
"Get back here you theiving lil' assholes!!"
The boys kept running, one of them lagging behind. He seemed to trying to hold back tears, and whimpered like a puppy. The one in front with short, black hair hadn't made a sound, and only and kept running at a fast pace. He turned to his terrified friend with a slight frown on his semi-pale face. "Hurry up!! He's gaining! Lets take the one on left!! We know these streets more than him!!", the young boy said with a surprisely fearless tone. His friend nodded his head nervously, unsure if he was shivering with fear or the rain. Another shot rang out, and missed them by a hair, instead hitting a silver trash can. Its contents were sprayed into the air, months worth of garbage spilling on the drenched, cracked pavement. They shook off their near death experience, and kept running until they jerked left into an old, adandoned warehouse. They hid in the darkness, and pressed against to corner of the wall, the frightened one breathing loud and heavily. His eyes were shut tight, trying to convince himself that what had just happened was a dream. He didn't believe himself. "W-what are we gonna do?! Were gonna die!! I told you this wasn't a good idea!! I told you! Now look what happened!! I.....don't wanna die!! I Don't wanna-", the boy said screaming frantically before a cold, wet fist hit him across the cheek. His tanned cheek was red now, and his watery eyes were wide open in shock. The black haired boy had done this to snap him out of it. That crazy old man would find them for sure if he kept screaming like that. The scared boy turned to his friend, still railing from emotional shock. He looked into the black eyes of his friend, and saw no sadness. Only anger and hate. "Calm down....were not gonna die.....That old bastard.....he killed Mason....killed him in cold blood......over nothin' but a couple of sandwiches and potato chips......Well ya know what? I'm not running away.......", the angered young boy said in a cold whisper. His friend was confused by what he meant, thinking that he had definately lost it. Hell, he didn't blame him. He had gone nuts too. Suddenly, slow, dense footsteps were heard approaching them from outside, and the man walked into the large square door of the warehouse. He looked around slowly, only seeing darkness. The psycho walked right past them, aiming his shotgun at nothing but air. The black hair boy had covered his friends mouth to mask his heavy, fear induced breath. That was when it happened.
The black haired boy lifted up his black shirt to reveal a black, curved hilt, attached to a light brown holster. He unshealthed it slowly, and with the flick of his wrist, a small, silver blade sprang out. It glared in the darkness of the warehouse, becoming the only source of light. His eyes were cold and peircing as he gazed at the back of the tacky Hawiian shirt before him. He slowly took his hand from his friends mouth, and began to approach the man with small, silent steps. The boy had finally releazed what he meant. He was staring wide eyed at his friend, knowiong what he was about to do.
Ryan.......no......
The black Chuck Taylor's broke into a run, stamping on the worn floors rapidly. The man turned around, but it was already too late. Ryan's switchblade stabbed through his stomach,and the faint sound of peirced flesh was heard. Dark crimson spread across the once blue shirt, dying it with blood. The man dropped his gun, and stammered a few times. Ryan pulled out the blade slowly, making a "shling" sound as he did so. The body was still at first, but gradually crumpled to the ground, eyes still open. Ryan simply glared down at the body in front of him, his eyes emotionless and placid. The boy had watched the whole thing, and was shaking with his eyes wide open, trying to grasp words as he stumbled toward the dead man on the floor. Ryan turned away from the man, not even saying a word, and walked past his friend towards the entrance. The boy glared at the body in front of him, seeing his reflection in the dark pool below him. Tears were streaming down his face, but he wasn't making a noise. He couldn't even if he wanted to. He heard words behind him, but he couldn't hear, too lost in thought to think about anything else. They sounded as if they were far away.
"Case........lets get out of here before the cops come............Case are you listening?.......Case............"
Suddenly, the words became loud. Louder than the gunshots he had heard before, echoing in his head like a siren.
Case!!!!
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My brown eyes shot open, and I could only see a blurred frenzy of distorted figures and colors. I heard voices clearly now, and it spoke of Greek civilization......or something like that. My head was hurting, and when I lifted it, I immediately lay it back down on the wooden desk. I decided to rub my eyes with the back of my right hand, and vision returned to me. I saw a collection of eyes staring back at me with blank looks, some whispering to each other. Or mabye I was the one with the blank expression, and they were simply returning it. My half-open eyes glazed over to the white walls to see a bunch of bullitens stapled to them. The words read of something about an upcoming dance, and other things I didn't really care about. I turned back to the faces who continued to stare, one of them who was I was familiar with. It was one of my teammates from the track squad, and his name was Daryll.......or something. "Hahaha......Jesus Case. You can't stay awake for one period can ya?", the shaggy, brown haired teen said with an almost hysterical laughter.
My scrambled mind thought deeply about that last sentence that had just intered my ears, ignoring the hyena-like laughter that would've freaked me out if I wasn't half conscious. "Awake"? That's what he said. Ah.........now I get it. I had fallen asleep, and this must have been World History. And that means that I was dreaming again......dreaming about that day 6 years ago. I shook my head to wake myself up, which was a double edged sword considering that it made my headache worse. But it subsided, and I was normal again. The woman standing before the class had her arms folded, and I was glad that the glare of her thin glasses hid her eyes. I bet that they were fireballs of fury by now. This was Ms. Parker, and this was the 18th time I had fallen asleep in her class. "Uh....I'm sorry Ms. Parker...hehehe...you know how it is with the track team. That coach has as runnin' all over the city....That kind of running really wears you out ya know?", I said with a fake smile, my voice full of nervousness. And I had every right to be nervous. Ms. Parker was creepy when she got angry, but I guess she felt generous today. She simply sighed, and pushed up her glasses. "Haaa.......listen Case. I know its hard living on your own. Especially at your age. But that doesn't mean that you can slack off on your school work. Please try to stay awake next time, okay?", she said with a soft tone. I felt my heart drop when she said this. She only felt sorry for me. I hate that. I don't want sympathy, I just wanna be treated like everyone else. I really didn't mind living on my own, it just that waking up at 5:30 every morning to make it to school on time really makes it hard to stay awake. I live in an apartment half-way across the city, miles away from this school. These guys from Raven Cross pay for everything I need, at least until I turn 18. Don't ask why I live on my own at 15, because I really don't like talkin' about it. The teacher turned to the chalkboard, and began to write something, but the bell rang, and students filed out of the class in seconds. I stood up from the desk, and hoisted my dark blue backpack on my back. I took one last look at Ms. Parker before I left, and walked out of the door. The hall was full of students, and I walked through the sea of teens with dread, somehow making it to my locker half way down the hall. I put in my combination, 21-15-30, and popped it open. I took out my science and english textbooks, and put them in my backpack. I was prepared to head out the door, but Daryll stood in my path, leaning against a locker. "Sup Case. You comin' to track practice today?", he said itching his nonexistant goatee. "Nah, I don't think I'm gonna make it today. I got somewhere to go.", I said walking past him. That's when it hit me. My eyes widened, and I looked worriedly at the watch on my left hand. It was 3:15.
Oh s**t.....I'm gonna be late!
That's when I ran past the students in a zig zag pattern, trying to avoid loitering girls who stood in the middle of the hall. I ran into some guy, and knocked him and his books on the brown, tiled floors. I kept running, not having any time to care. I heard cursing, but I didn't care about that either. I pushed open the square glass doors, and jumped over the multiple steps, missing other students by a hair. I landed on my feet, but the height was a bit much, and I stumbled a bit. But this didn't stop me, and my white Nike tennis shoes pounded against the sidewalk rapidly. I was thankful for being on the track team, because I was running really fast. I didn't feel tired either, so I started increasing my speed. I was running downhill now, and running dangerously. I couln't stop myself, and I had never ran this fast in my life. I couldn't see anything on my right or left. They looked too blurry. I finnaly reached the bottom of the hill, and skidded to a halt, almost falling on my back. I turned keft on Terrier Street, and I was now in the apartment district, where the streets were more narrow. I kept sprinting, and I was sweating now.
Damn.......I hope I'm making good time.....
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The roar of the crowd echoed in my ears as I stood in the middle of the ring, focused only on the upcoming challenge. He was late, and the spectators were getting anxious. If he arrived any later, he would be disqualified. Luckily, our sensei pulled some strings and got him some extra time. My wandering, jet black eyes gazed at the people in the bleachers, some cheering and some booing. I even saw some leave with disgusted looks on their faces, throwing their popcorn to the floor. A soda whizzed past my head, almost breaking through my calm, focused exterior. These people were acting like animals, and I winced at this. What was taking him so long? He never was one to be on time, but never like this. What a shame it would be for him to be disqualified, after all of those months of training. My pale fists clentched with frustration, and a bit of worry.
Come on Case.......
Suddenly, the dark blue doors in the back of the building burst open, and there he was, sweating like a pig. I smiled slightly, and smacked my hand on my forehead. I should have known. Case hand always been late, but he never ditched anyone. Late and absent are two different things, and he understood that......I guess. He walked over to me, but quickly rested his hands on his knees when he got close enough, breathing heavily. The guy wasn't dressed either. Haha......good old Case. He let out a final sigh, and stood up straight, laughing innocently with his hand behing his head. The crowd cheered loudly at his arrival, overhoyed at the fact that the main event was about to begin.
"Uh, hehehehe......I know this is soundin' like a broken record, but sorry I'm late. I kinda lost track of time....hehehehe.....Oh yeah! Gimme a sec to get dressed!", he said switching his tine of voice. The tanned teen that I called freind ran past me towards the locker room, not immerging for quite some time. I didn't know why, considering how easy it was to put these white gi's on. Mabye he was mentally preparing himself? Nah, I discarded the thought. That wasn't like Case. So I simply waited, taking this time to get a few speed drills in. I spun twice into a roundhouse kick, then into a tripping motion with my left leg. The crowd seemed to enjoy the little preview I was giving them, so I continued the drill, quickening my pace.
I jabbed rapidly at the air, making swooshing sounds as I did so, before leaping in the air for a scissor kick. My torso spun in a 180, and I backhanded with my fist. My lips curled into a smile. I was being given an advantage. I had gotten a good work out earlier that morning, and now I got another. I bet that Case didn't practice at all.
Ha......this isn't gonna be as tough as I thought.....
TO BE CONTINUED.........
{ Rebels and Ravens }
Chapter 1: *~bLoodY_RAiny_TeaRy NOSTALGIA*~
The rain poured down heavily upon the large apartment buildings of the quiet city. It had been raining like this all day, and no one was outside. This night was peaceful, however. Children could finally sleep dreamlessly, no longer awakened by the gunshots that would ring in their ear day after day after day. Things had changed drastically, thanks to the suits from Xeno District. There wasn't a sound in this former city of sin and death. But of course, this silence was to be broken. Broken by the hateful sound of bullets, from a small, white corner store. Inside of its old, tinted windows, a loud crack of gunfire was heard, and a yellow flash filled its walls. You could see the blast even from the outide. A faint thud was heard soon after, as of someone had crumpled on the floor. An eerie silence followed, and the only thing that was heard was the sound of the rain pounding against the black asphalt. The city was mute again, as if it was ignoring what had just happened. No one seemed to care, for they were already used to their peaceful nights. No one cared, that's what I came to believe over time.
Suddenly, the worn, white doors of the store erupted open, and two boys ran out like dogs, one of them almost tripping on his untied shoelace. They sprinted as if they were running from the devil himself, and were already halfway down the apartment filled streets. Someone else came out of the door, this time a much older looking man. He wore a turquoise Hawiian shirt, and had his white, blonde hair slicked back. He held a shotgun in both hands, and had a crazed look in his blue eyes. This man was the owner of the store, and he was obviously pissed beyond reason, his red face verifying this. He looked left and right like a mad man, and aimed his shotgun when he saw the boys heading into an alley. He blasted off another shot as he chased them down.
"Get back here you theiving lil' assholes!!"
The boys kept running, one of them lagging behind. He seemed to trying to hold back tears, and whimpered like a puppy. The one in front with short, black hair hadn't made a sound, and only and kept running at a fast pace. He turned to his terrified friend with a slight frown on his semi-pale face. "Hurry up!! He's gaining! Lets take the one on left!! We know these streets more than him!!", the young boy said with a surprisely fearless tone. His friend nodded his head nervously, unsure if he was shivering with fear or the rain. Another shot rang out, and missed them by a hair, instead hitting a silver trash can. Its contents were sprayed into the air, months worth of garbage spilling on the drenched, cracked pavement. They shook off their near death experience, and kept running until they jerked left into an old, adandoned warehouse. They hid in the darkness, and pressed against to corner of the wall, the frightened one breathing loud and heavily. His eyes were shut tight, trying to convince himself that what had just happened was a dream. He didn't believe himself. "W-what are we gonna do?! Were gonna die!! I told you this wasn't a good idea!! I told you! Now look what happened!! I.....don't wanna die!! I Don't wanna-", the boy said screaming frantically before a cold, wet fist hit him across the cheek. His tanned cheek was red now, and his watery eyes were wide open in shock. The black haired boy had done this to snap him out of it. That crazy old man would find them for sure if he kept screaming like that. The scared boy turned to his friend, still railing from emotional shock. He looked into the black eyes of his friend, and saw no sadness. Only anger and hate. "Calm down....were not gonna die.....That old bastard.....he killed Mason....killed him in cold blood......over nothin' but a couple of sandwiches and potato chips......Well ya know what? I'm not running away.......", the angered young boy said in a cold whisper. His friend was confused by what he meant, thinking that he had definately lost it. Hell, he didn't blame him. He had gone nuts too. Suddenly, slow, dense footsteps were heard approaching them from outside, and the man walked into the large square door of the warehouse. He looked around slowly, only seeing darkness. The psycho walked right past them, aiming his shotgun at nothing but air. The black hair boy had covered his friends mouth to mask his heavy, fear induced breath. That was when it happened.
The black haired boy lifted up his black shirt to reveal a black, curved hilt, attached to a light brown holster. He unshealthed it slowly, and with the flick of his wrist, a small, silver blade sprang out. It glared in the darkness of the warehouse, becoming the only source of light. His eyes were cold and peircing as he gazed at the back of the tacky Hawiian shirt before him. He slowly took his hand from his friends mouth, and began to approach the man with small, silent steps. The boy had finally releazed what he meant. He was staring wide eyed at his friend, knowiong what he was about to do.
Ryan.......no......
The black Chuck Taylor's broke into a run, stamping on the worn floors rapidly. The man turned around, but it was already too late. Ryan's switchblade stabbed through his stomach,and the faint sound of peirced flesh was heard. Dark crimson spread across the once blue shirt, dying it with blood. The man dropped his gun, and stammered a few times. Ryan pulled out the blade slowly, making a "shling" sound as he did so. The body was still at first, but gradually crumpled to the ground, eyes still open. Ryan simply glared down at the body in front of him, his eyes emotionless and placid. The boy had watched the whole thing, and was shaking with his eyes wide open, trying to grasp words as he stumbled toward the dead man on the floor. Ryan turned away from the man, not even saying a word, and walked past his friend towards the entrance. The boy glared at the body in front of him, seeing his reflection in the dark pool below him. Tears were streaming down his face, but he wasn't making a noise. He couldn't even if he wanted to. He heard words behind him, but he couldn't hear, too lost in thought to think about anything else. They sounded as if they were far away.
"Case........lets get out of here before the cops come............Case are you listening?.......Case............"
Suddenly, the words became loud. Louder than the gunshots he had heard before, echoing in his head like a siren.
Case!!!!
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My brown eyes shot open, and I could only see a blurred frenzy of distorted figures and colors. I heard voices clearly now, and it spoke of Greek civilization......or something like that. My head was hurting, and when I lifted it, I immediately lay it back down on the wooden desk. I decided to rub my eyes with the back of my right hand, and vision returned to me. I saw a collection of eyes staring back at me with blank looks, some whispering to each other. Or mabye I was the one with the blank expression, and they were simply returning it. My half-open eyes glazed over to the white walls to see a bunch of bullitens stapled to them. The words read of something about an upcoming dance, and other things I didn't really care about. I turned back to the faces who continued to stare, one of them who was I was familiar with. It was one of my teammates from the track squad, and his name was Daryll.......or something. "Hahaha......Jesus Case. You can't stay awake for one period can ya?", the shaggy, brown haired teen said with an almost hysterical laughter.
My scrambled mind thought deeply about that last sentence that had just intered my ears, ignoring the hyena-like laughter that would've freaked me out if I wasn't half conscious. "Awake"? That's what he said. Ah.........now I get it. I had fallen asleep, and this must have been World History. And that means that I was dreaming again......dreaming about that day 6 years ago. I shook my head to wake myself up, which was a double edged sword considering that it made my headache worse. But it subsided, and I was normal again. The woman standing before the class had her arms folded, and I was glad that the glare of her thin glasses hid her eyes. I bet that they were fireballs of fury by now. This was Ms. Parker, and this was the 18th time I had fallen asleep in her class. "Uh....I'm sorry Ms. Parker...hehehe...you know how it is with the track team. That coach has as runnin' all over the city....That kind of running really wears you out ya know?", I said with a fake smile, my voice full of nervousness. And I had every right to be nervous. Ms. Parker was creepy when she got angry, but I guess she felt generous today. She simply sighed, and pushed up her glasses. "Haaa.......listen Case. I know its hard living on your own. Especially at your age. But that doesn't mean that you can slack off on your school work. Please try to stay awake next time, okay?", she said with a soft tone. I felt my heart drop when she said this. She only felt sorry for me. I hate that. I don't want sympathy, I just wanna be treated like everyone else. I really didn't mind living on my own, it just that waking up at 5:30 every morning to make it to school on time really makes it hard to stay awake. I live in an apartment half-way across the city, miles away from this school. These guys from Raven Cross pay for everything I need, at least until I turn 18. Don't ask why I live on my own at 15, because I really don't like talkin' about it. The teacher turned to the chalkboard, and began to write something, but the bell rang, and students filed out of the class in seconds. I stood up from the desk, and hoisted my dark blue backpack on my back. I took one last look at Ms. Parker before I left, and walked out of the door. The hall was full of students, and I walked through the sea of teens with dread, somehow making it to my locker half way down the hall. I put in my combination, 21-15-30, and popped it open. I took out my science and english textbooks, and put them in my backpack. I was prepared to head out the door, but Daryll stood in my path, leaning against a locker. "Sup Case. You comin' to track practice today?", he said itching his nonexistant goatee. "Nah, I don't think I'm gonna make it today. I got somewhere to go.", I said walking past him. That's when it hit me. My eyes widened, and I looked worriedly at the watch on my left hand. It was 3:15.
Oh s**t.....I'm gonna be late!
That's when I ran past the students in a zig zag pattern, trying to avoid loitering girls who stood in the middle of the hall. I ran into some guy, and knocked him and his books on the brown, tiled floors. I kept running, not having any time to care. I heard cursing, but I didn't care about that either. I pushed open the square glass doors, and jumped over the multiple steps, missing other students by a hair. I landed on my feet, but the height was a bit much, and I stumbled a bit. But this didn't stop me, and my white Nike tennis shoes pounded against the sidewalk rapidly. I was thankful for being on the track team, because I was running really fast. I didn't feel tired either, so I started increasing my speed. I was running downhill now, and running dangerously. I couln't stop myself, and I had never ran this fast in my life. I couldn't see anything on my right or left. They looked too blurry. I finnaly reached the bottom of the hill, and skidded to a halt, almost falling on my back. I turned keft on Terrier Street, and I was now in the apartment district, where the streets were more narrow. I kept sprinting, and I was sweating now.
Damn.......I hope I'm making good time.....
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The roar of the crowd echoed in my ears as I stood in the middle of the ring, focused only on the upcoming challenge. He was late, and the spectators were getting anxious. If he arrived any later, he would be disqualified. Luckily, our sensei pulled some strings and got him some extra time. My wandering, jet black eyes gazed at the people in the bleachers, some cheering and some booing. I even saw some leave with disgusted looks on their faces, throwing their popcorn to the floor. A soda whizzed past my head, almost breaking through my calm, focused exterior. These people were acting like animals, and I winced at this. What was taking him so long? He never was one to be on time, but never like this. What a shame it would be for him to be disqualified, after all of those months of training. My pale fists clentched with frustration, and a bit of worry.
Come on Case.......
Suddenly, the dark blue doors in the back of the building burst open, and there he was, sweating like a pig. I smiled slightly, and smacked my hand on my forehead. I should have known. Case hand always been late, but he never ditched anyone. Late and absent are two different things, and he understood that......I guess. He walked over to me, but quickly rested his hands on his knees when he got close enough, breathing heavily. The guy wasn't dressed either. Haha......good old Case. He let out a final sigh, and stood up straight, laughing innocently with his hand behing his head. The crowd cheered loudly at his arrival, overhoyed at the fact that the main event was about to begin.
"Uh, hehehehe......I know this is soundin' like a broken record, but sorry I'm late. I kinda lost track of time....hehehehe.....Oh yeah! Gimme a sec to get dressed!", he said switching his tine of voice. The tanned teen that I called freind ran past me towards the locker room, not immerging for quite some time. I didn't know why, considering how easy it was to put these white gi's on. Mabye he was mentally preparing himself? Nah, I discarded the thought. That wasn't like Case. So I simply waited, taking this time to get a few speed drills in. I spun twice into a roundhouse kick, then into a tripping motion with my left leg. The crowd seemed to enjoy the little preview I was giving them, so I continued the drill, quickening my pace.
I jabbed rapidly at the air, making swooshing sounds as I did so, before leaping in the air for a scissor kick. My torso spun in a 180, and I backhanded with my fist. My lips curled into a smile. I was being given an advantage. I had gotten a good work out earlier that morning, and now I got another. I bet that Case didn't practice at all.
Ha......this isn't gonna be as tough as I thought.....
TO BE CONTINUED.........
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