Forgotten (Book 1 of the Remembrance Series)

Night on the Town

(A/N- MEHEHEHE darlings, I am gonna do something special for this chapter! Although.... (^_^;) I don't know what it is or what its called yet. I may just go ahead and do a song fic... but I suck at those sooo... ehehehehe I'll just go with the flo!)

   The blonde haired man sighed, crushing the burning stick beneath the toe of his glossy shoes. He ran an agrivated hand through his messy locks, and continued through the crowd. He had been able to remain unaware of the flea's, as he had decided to call the raven haired man as of late, obscure presence within the confines of the Doctor's home, slowly healing from the fight.
   Interim, he had decided to occupy his mind by taking a walk. The unmethodical actions the Red Moon, as the man had come to know them by, had left him malaised. He had spoken to many to find their motives, and discovered they wished to eradicate all gangs within Japan. The thought that with this goal, and yet attempting to molest the ones they caught, left the extraordinaire at ill wishes. He wanted to find the woman who had tainted the lips of his beloved, leaving her unwanted mark on the male.
   He martched at a quickening pace, which soon was at the speed of a dashing run. The extraordinaire searched every alley until he came across the woman. She happened to be against the wall with another man, each enjoying the other. He shouted, enraged, making both jump. The woman hissed in annoyance, pulling out the chipped blade she had used upon the beloved of the eldest of the Heiwajimas. The blonde male shouted words of atrocious meaning at the female, who lacked sympathy for the male's case.
   Suddenly the male uprooted a nearby sign exclaiming to any who saw it, though many tend to avoid the alleys, not to litter or leave items upon the ground. The crued woman widened her eyes abit, suddenly terrified of her fate. The man she had been with had abandoned her, reasons being the love was a simple affair of litte meaning, and not wanting to end up as the woman will. She turned and attempted to run, yet the extraordinaire grasped her shirt, hissing a threat at her, spittle flying as he furiously threw her aside. He dropped the sign upon her lap, making her struggle to remove it.
   The man left the scene, his head well at ease after confronting the harraser of the man he loved.

(A/N- woo, I just made it in a narrative view with a tad bit of changing of my vocabulary style. (○w○)