So What if I'm Evil?

New Guy

The elevator was, like always, falling apart at the seams.

I held onto the railing as I made my descent. It wasn't that I was scared that I would fall to my death - I could easily protect myself if that happened. It just made me feel comfortable... and it keeps me from falling on my ass. It's been used since before my mom was born, so its wear-and-tear was through the roof. The roof that may cave in on me at any moment...

The dangerous contraption lurched to a stop, much to my delight. The doors, however, opened only an inch before stopping.

"Dammit," I muttered. "Mei-Lin! You have to oil this damn thing soon." I used my shadows to pull it open: it always tore my hands to shreds, I still have scars from the last time.

A small girl peeked around the corner. "Yeah, yeah," she grumbled. "I got it. Have to do that before more get back." She tossed her orange hair over her shoulder and disappeared. I stepped out and gazed at my home.

Considering that it's underground, everyone could see quite well thanks to the dark lighting scattered around the place. Buildings of all shapes and sized littered the place like fish in a sea. The brightest lights are inside, and each room and building has their own lighting to suit the people inside. In my house, I have the lighting on some of the lowest settings, if I have them on at all. The bright always hurt my eyes: I couldn't really turn off the night vision.

Mei-Lin appeared again with an oil can. She noticed the blood that presumably covered my clothes. "Another good night." It wasn't a question. I nodded all the same. She lifted her hand for a high-five. I took it. "You'll have good nights when you're done with training," I told her, confident.

I'll admit, she's basically my daughter. I found her checking out the area up above. I kinda-sorta adopted her, like Father did for me. So yes, at eighteen years old, I have a nine year old daughter. Deal with it, assholes.

I fluffed her already curly hair. "Well, if you ever need help-"

"'You can count on me'" she mocked. "I know, Yuki."

I pinched her cheek and, reforming my wings, flew to the largest building in the very back.

A few people looked up and called "Hey, Yuki" or "Good killing, man". Sure, we were all chaotic, but these people are the closest thing I have to a family. We laugh together and kill together. If I was stuck with this for the rest of eternity, well... I wouldn't mind at all.

Finally, I landed in front of the door and opened it. The house, big or small, was where I grew up ever since I was 6 years old. The dark future and dim lighting was home to me.

I went up the stairs and down the hall to the door at the end. I heard Father's gruff yet gentle voice speaking to someone. "... if you want to live. He tends to... how do I say... yes, get over-enthusiastic about the kill. Give him a minute."

So, the new guy's already here.

Father told me the one of our other hideouts got a guy and that they were sending him over here. He said I would be the one to show him the ropes - or should I say, weapons.

I knocked on the door. "Come in, Yuzo," I heard. It's a mix between 'Yuki' and 'Izuku'. I opened the door.

Completely ignoring the newcomer, I looked at the man who raised me.

His black hair was straight and shirt, and his black eyes twinkled when he saw me. I smiled. "Hey, pops."

"Yuzo, I want you to meet the new trainee... I'm so sorry, what was your name again?"

I didn't look at the other's face and instead inspected his clothes. What? They tell more about a person than their appearance does.

He wore a see-through black tank top and black bootie shorts that... damn, look at those thighs! I felt his gaze on me and finally looked up.

I gasped.

"K-Kacchan?!"