Akuma

Chapter 1

The nice thing about being out away from the city was that the moon and the stars penetrated the darkness far easier. The little town didn't have any light pollution at all, a wonderful factor in his mind seeing as what he was hunting preferred the pitch black darkness than anything else. Of course the only fatal flaw to that was the clouds now did their job rather effectively. It was a cold night, the biting wind cut through his black jacket that hugged his form. The tips of his fingers were going numb as they weren't covered by the gloves he wore. 

The gun in his hand was heavy, but felt perfect nestled between the palms of his hands. The weapon was made specifically for hunting things that crawled in the night. For this particular hunt, he had a specific set of rounds in the chamber. A mixture of silver and gold casings that had been rubbed down in pure rock salt. Of course, he wasn't just armed with the gun. Pure silver knives were strapped to his body in different places, many of them just throwing knives and only one was a large knife for close combat. 

In his ear was a small device that filled up the entire cavity and had an extension down across his cheek bone. It didn't go all the way to his lips, but it was sensitive enough to hear just about everything. For now the device was quiet, not a sound filled the radio, nor was there any sound around him. With that, he frowned as he glanced up above him at the tall seven to eight foot brick wall he was slinking next to.  

"Whose brilliant idea was this," he muttered to himself as he shook his head slightly to get the longer locks of brown hair out of his vision. 

 Kaede continued traversing towards the center of the town, his fingers tightening around the handle of the gun. Another few steps forward and he halted as the sounds of growling filled the darkness ahead of him. The clouds overhead shifted just enough to let a single shaft of moonlight streak down towards the street. A flash of black skin moved immediately out of the light. Lifting the gun, he took a deep breath as he waited to see what it was. 

The light of the moon lasted for about a minute and in that sixty seconds, nothing moved. The moment the light disappeared behind dark clouds, the growling started again and the creature lunged at him. Kaede discharged five rounds into the growling mass of leathery flesh. However, it still came at him, hardly slowed by the weapon. Stunned by that fact, he hesitated for a second before finally using the wall as a means to get out of the way of the demonic beast. 

Lunging at the bricks next to him, Kaede kicked off the wall, going into a back flip right over the dog's body as it snapped and snarled at him. Landing in the street, he lifted the weapon a second time and fired off another three rounds. This only seemed to piss off the creature and it turned rather sharply to charge him a second time.

"Shit," he stood and bolted back down the street, shoving the gun into the holster on his thigh, "Plan B would be really nice right about now!" He shouted as he sprinted down the street with the enormous dog like creature hot on his heels.

"Hunh?" Sync mumbled to himself, alerted by the shout as a shadowy figure pelted across somewhere below him. What light there was formed a silver outline around the boy's body, and the pristine fabric of his dark longcoat twitched beside him in the breeze; the silver strips of delicate embroidery gleaming in the dim lighting. Briefly, the amber eyed boy had leaned outwards from his perch on the edge of the low rooftop to see what was going on, but he had soon lost interest. Returning to his previous stance with one foot tucked onto the concrete ledge where he sat and the other hanging off the building's weathering side, Sync then produced a hand-sized device from a pocket of his coat, the machine's screen flickering to life as a gentle glow illuminated his face. 

Reading the bold text over not once but twice, the raven haired boy slid the machine back into his pocket, pushing off with his hands that were gloved in black leather as he leaped off the roof. Landing on the rusted air-conditioning unit two storey’s below with a muffled thud, Sync let a pair of sickles fall out from his sleeves and into his palms, ramming a hilt into a window beside him and shattering it before climbing into the abandoned room beyond.