Of Beginnings

Chapter 3

Casually, Itazura pulled the sword out from his own chest and pointed it toward Kaen. "Get out." The woman looked over His shoulder and stared daggers at Runa. He moved the sword to face Kaen. "I said 'Get out.'" His right eye began glowing from underneath his hair. "I'm asking nicely. Leave now before I make you leave." The woman turned and fled. As her receding footsteps echoed down the pathway, Itazura turned his attention back to her. "Are you okay, Runa?"

Runa stared up at him, her light blue eyes shining. "The real question is are you okay?!" She rushed over to him. "That sword must have hurt you bad! Here, Let me heal you, and you'll be perfectly fi-" As Runa extended her hand over the wound to heal it, she realized that it was gone. "H-how...?" Itazura grabbed Runa's wrist gently and moved it down to her side. "You're not the only one who's got secrets." Runa's , and Itazura followed close behind. Abruptly, a loud crash! Sounded, and rocks came tumbling down over the entrance to the pond. Both the thief and the angel took a few steps backward and got down to their knees. Once the dust settled, Itazura stood up and looked at the rocks in unamusement. "Damn it..." He muttered. Casually he moved forward, oddly calm. He walked up to the rocks, drew his arm back, and pounded the rock with his fist. He continued, and His knuckles turned red and bloody, but the wounds kept on healing. 

 Runa watched in horror, but also studied him. Itazura had long white hair that was side-shaved. His left eye was bright red, and his skin was considerably pale. He was, however, tanner than herself. He towered over her, he seemed about 2 meters high. He was wearing a toothpaste-teal jacket with a black hem. Under it was his bare skin, no shirt. As for shoes, he had nothing. On the (stage) right, the shoulder was covered in shining silver spikes. Some black and white striped pants covered his legs. They had tears in them and seemed to be some form of sweatpants.

"Mister, please! You're going to hurt yourself!" Runa cried. He did not respond. "Mister!" Runa said yet again. A feeling of coldness entered Itazura's body and he felt his strength fade away. As he slid down the side of the rocks, now exhausted from his little outburst, he examined his blood-stained hands. He remained quiet. Suddenly, he perked up. "Heh, I should have known that wouldn't work." and he looked toward his left arm. Right there, Runa's hand was on his shoulder. She had a concerned look on her face, but he brushed it off. "It was just a little outburst, Don't worry." But deep down inside, Itazura's smile didn't hold up. On the inside, he wasn't smiling at all.