My Way

Dark Nights

The Day Was December 14th in the streets of Baltimore Maryland, Snow filled the air and rested on the grass covering the ground in the color white. A Japanese woman was outside in a puffy jacket, beanie, scarf and it was clear this woman was dressed for the weather. Her hand holding the hand of what was a 7-Year-old mixed boy, whose eyes were born of special color. A dark purple gaze came from the kid who was looking up at the Woman, they didn't look like blood. One was a brown skinned child, with his hair in short braids under the hoodie of his favorite football team. The woman was a Japanese woman, that wasn't paying much attention to the kid, the two walked down the dark roads of Baltimore on the way to their home

Streetlights Flicker and houses begin looking a little beaten down as their walk continued, yet the boy was getting tired and beginning to drag his feet, His mother would like back and glare at him once before yanking him along

"Mommy" The boy pouted as he was yanked along but met with a quick slap on the face, knocking him to the ground stunned before he began shaking a little, his throat felt as if it was clogged, and his eyes began to water. Looking up at his mother with an expression of fear seeing that her hand was raised again his heart raced and his eyes close shut.

BANG BANG BANG!

Gunshots rang through the streets and the sounds of engines throbbing and tires skidding on the ice fill the air in this cold dark night. Smoke from the car that drive past leaves the trail and the sound of the car grew distant and distant echoing off the buildings. The Area around the Boy and His Mother was quiet for a moment, Blood began soaking the snow red and people began rushing out of houses, Shouting "What the fuck?!" "Oh Shit!" Windows had been riddled with holes, tires had been popped and the atmosphere grew to panic as people saw the dark red color and the two bodies on the floor "Is that a kid!?" "Shit! Call the police!"

The Boy would open his eyes, feeling his heart racing but standing and quickly wiping the snow off of his legs and chest, and looking around to see the eyes of the people looking at him in horror. "He's Alright!" "He's Standing!" The sounds of people he didn't know filled his ears and his eyes darted around until they found the blood stained snow starting to reach his feet. his face seems to drop at the sight he was seeing, his hair starting to catch the snow as it fell. A Man would run over to the kid, lifting him with ease and starting to walk away with the kid, another person was recording, another was following the man, and another was on the phone. But the kids chin rests on the man's shoulder staring back at the blood stained snow

"Mom?...."

Phones ring and talk fills what looks to be the police office, coffee was spilled, and people began typing on computers, The boy sits down in a comfy chair in what looked to be an office, another woman sitting at the table and staring at the kid while he was coloring in what looks like a batman coloring book. "What's your name?" the woman spoke in a soft tone as she watched the boy color. and yet he hadn't said a word, hadn't made a peep. "Your quiet for a kid" she would speak again in this same tone only to be met by the silence and the slight rubbing of the crayon on the coloring book. A sigh escapes her lips as she begins to speak once more in the same gentle tone. "How old are you?" The boy would simply continue to color in the book, not saying a single word. The woman went to speak again but the boy looked up at her for a moment, she noticed what a different color his eyes were to normal ones, they were purple, and she began to wonder why. A moment of silence passes before A quiet young voice left the boy. "Seven" The woman smiled slightly glad she was starting to make progress and her mind filled with hope.

"Seven? You're almost a big boy" The woman would say as she kneels down to the kid to look at him better, Yet the boy didn't look into her eyes for very long she could tell his eyes were actually dark purple in color, Yet the kid nodded in response to what she said. Silence fills the room for a moment before the woman spoke once more. "My Name Is Mary...I'm the chief of police here at the BPD....What's your name?" she would ask him again, and this time the boy would put the crayon down to rub his eyes before he responds. "Is Mom Dead?". The room filled with silence as Mary looked a little stunned to hear this question. Before she could even answer an officer opens the door to hand Mary some papers, and what looked like a file of information. skimming over it and deciding not to answer the kid's question for now and focusing on the information she had gotten, it was a ID and information on the kid, the officer would leave the room and it would again fill with silence as she read over information and attempted to change the subject. "Your birthday is March 9th?...Mines June 9th.."She spoke again while skimming over the files, this kid wasn't even born in Maryland, he had bruises and scars from abuse, his home was disgusting and he looked underfed, Mary felt her heart grow heavy when she learned about this kid, feeling bad she coudnt be the one to tell him his mother was dead, even if it was her job she couldn't, until she hears a question or statement she couldn't lie about. One she couldn't run from.

"She is....isn't she?"

The boy had spoken again, causing the woman to look away from the file and at him once more. noticing that he seemed rather calm for this situation, he just looked tired and she would put the file down. He knew his mother was dead. yet he didn't even feel sad. the boys mind races through memories, the woman speaks "Eesho...we don't..know" She was honest to the kid, learning his name after reading the file and seeing the poor was he was living, she began sweating for a moment and looked to the door wondering what was making it hotter. And the boy could begin reliving memories, Scenes of him being kicked to the ground, of cigarettes being burned onto his skin, belts shoes cords being struck over his back, he began feeling full not of food but emotion. He felt like he was going to crack, the breathing getting heavy. The woman would put her hand on the boys shoulder but quickly yank it away after a small yelp, it burned her hand and her eyes were staring at the skin on her fingers before she looked at the boy once more. He looked pissed, the seven year old gripped the table while his breathing got more and more ragged. "Eesho, Everything's going to be okay? Alright just calm down" The woman spoke out again trying to get close to the kid, though her tone was a little worried she was confident, but Eesho could see the fear in her eyes, the eyes he would meet over and over again in the future.

The Sun shines on a day mid summer in the year 2011, Two men were speaking about an incident resolving in The USA, A Name popped up causing one of them to speak. "Kamino?... i don't really do these escort or kidnapping missions or whatever you call them....besides why am i the one that has to go over to the U.S?" A Familiar tall blue eyed man spoke to another familiar built man on the roof of what seems to be Jujitsu Technical Highschool in Japan.  "Because the higher ups said so..." The muscular man spoke while leaning on the railing. a sigh escapes the taller mans lips and so does a pout. "Fine....ill go...but don't expect me to not have some fun" The taller white haired man spoke before yawning and looking over the edge as well. "Besides...didn't that incident happen like...two years ago?" The white haired man spoke yet again to the more built one, another groan escaping his lips before the bigger one responded. "December 14th..in 2009..One more thing...Be careful Satoru" This earned a scoff from the Strongest Sorcerer Alive before a small warp sound came from next to the muscle man, and a small sigh escapes his lips

At the police department, 3 in the morning the kid walked out after his meltdown in the department while holding Mary's Hand, alarms and smoke coming out of the windows as he stepped out. Feeling the snow on his skin once more he took his jacket off, now standing at the door of the Department building holding what was a hand made of nothing but bone, no skin, but some blood. Police sirens go off and a dart flew through the air, hitting the boy in his neck

His eyes felt heavy and they would close shortly, his body hitting the ground with a thug while hearing the shouting and sirens, he felt his body be picked up and strapped down. He couldn't argue, speak, move, and his conscience faded into the dark