𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖

lii - revenge

Red and blue lights streaked the street's houses as the cops investigated the crime scene. As the officers took count of the bodies, they found that there were six. All of them had been killed by a knife to the neck, even though the only two weapons found at the crime scene were the knife that the victim used to kill himself with and a gun that was being held by one of the yakuza.

Crow watched the investigation from a rooftop nearby. His thoughts were clouded as he recalled some of the good times he had had with Tenma. And the reason he had killed himself. It had been the day that Tenma had offered for Crow to come live with him.

"You know that there are people after me, and they want my head," He had said as they sat in a cafe corner so that no one would hear them. "The only reason I'm with Ukai is because he made it real clear he didn't give a damn, plus he's old so who cares if he dies. But you," The ravenette narrowed his gaze at the man across from him. "You don't have to take the risk of housing me."

"I don't care either," Tenma had replied with his usual bright smile. "You're like a little brother to me, so I'd sooner kill myself than let anyone take your head."

"You're such a dummy," Crow rolled his eyes with a shake of his head. "Fine," He leaned back in his seat, tilting his head with an expression of affection on his face, slight though it was. "I was getting pretty fed up with the old man, so a change of scenary would be nice."

He really did follow through on his word, Crow thought to himself as he watched Tenma's body being loaded into an ambulance to be transferred to the morgue.

Crow had taken precautions when he first decided to bunk with Tenma to make sure something like this didn't happen. He had sent out an underworld message that anyone was welcome to come challenge him to a death match every Thursday at midnight, around the park that was a few miles away from his new home.

For the first few months, it had worked. Many bounty hunters and yakuza had come to fight him, only to be killed instead. That was why the park was now known as Murder Central, considering how many bodies had been found there over the few years he had been living with Tenma.

Now, only those desperate for money would challenge Crow at Murder Central, and they would always lose. Those that were truly smart had started working on where Crow went so that it would be a surprise attack. Those plans didn't work either, so most people had stopped trying to get him.

That's what he had thought, but after tonight, he was no longer taking any chances. Crow was honestly contemplating moving again. He didn't know where, he didn't know when. All he knew was that he was a danger to everyone around him.

If they had found his house, it would be a wonder if they hadn't found his school. It was times like these that he wished he hadn't let Ukai talk him into getting an education, into trying to be normal.

Crow wasn't normal. He hadn't flinched when Tenma stabbed himself in the neck. He hadn't blinked when his knives had pierced the yakuza's necks. He hadn't even cried when he accepted that his best friend was dead. All he had said was it was bound to happen.

Exhaling from his nose, Crow took a second to scratch his neck before heading down. Gripped in his fist was the symbol of the gang those people had come from. His other hand speed dialed one of the numbers saved on his phone, and the call was answered on the second ring. "Hello?"

"Congrats, you're about to be the only gang in southern Miyagi," Were the ravenette's only words, and then he cut the call. That night, the sewers ran with blood as the rain pelted down on Miyagi, as if trying to wash away everything that was happening.

Crow stood over the yakuza's boss, now dead, as he surveyed the room where he was. Bodies were thrown all over the room, and a limp hand was blocking the threshold. The hallways were littered with more bodies and damp with more blood, but that was it.

Crow had finished off an entire yakuza organization in one night. The screams were still ringing in his head, the feeling of piercing skin, and the looks on his victims' faces. They were all engraved in his mind, and he did nothing to stop it.

He could feel his injuries burning as he stepped outside, the rain irritating the gashes, cuts, and bullet wounds. At the very least, he thought to himself, I got rid of the gun traffickers in Miyagi, so that's something good about this.

However, he didn't feel good about it. All he could feel was numbness. Thus, he went to the only person he could think of. "Oh my god," Kiyoko gasped as she opened the door. "Crow, what happened to you?"

"Doesn't matter," The ravenette murmured, his eyes drooping a bit. "Can you help me out? I'm not bleeding too much, but I might still bleed out if I don't get some bandages on them soon.."

"Of course," Kiyoko quickly ushered him inside, taking a peak outside to make sure no one was lurking before closing the door and getting to work. "These aren't the worst you've come to me with," She uttered as she disinfected the gashes. With each scrub, she could feel Crow's muscles tensing, but none of the pain appeared on his face. Instead, he stared out in front of him, his jaw set and his lips pressed in a firm line as if he were deep in thought.

Sighing, Kiyoko soon finished cleaning her charge's wounds and started bandaging the ones that didn't require stitches. There were two wounds that needed stitches, but she knew that Crow usually preferred to stitch himself. Thus, once he was bandaged sufficiently, she readied the needle and thread before handing it to him along with a mirror, just in case he wanted one to see better. "Thanks," the ravenette gave her a nod. "Could you get me some water?"

"Yes," Kiyoko said, then headed away from him to do just that. She knew that he was sending her away so she didn't have to watch him sow himself up, since the first time she had seen it, she passed out from shock. Therefore, she took her time in getting him a glass of water, so when she returned to his side, Crow was done and was tying off the thread. "How do you feel?" the hostess asked as she handed him the water, which he accepted gratefully.

"Lethargic, a bit dizzy, but overall I'm okay," He answered, then took a sip. "Thanks again," He told her, causing her to shake her head.

"I'm just doing what I can. Thank you for coming back in one piece," She smiled, causing him to snort.

"Ha, yeah."

"Though, you do know you aren't allowed to practice for at least two weeks, right?"

"...Yeah.." Crow grimaced, but in the end, he had to accept it. For the rest of the night, Kiyoko monitered Crow as he slept on one of their spare futons, and then, morning came.