Hunting the Creator

Chapter 11 Feeling

The miserable looking teens were all pummeled and unconscious, the dark rowdy night seemed to finally quiet down. The moon shined high in the sky, illuminating what it could, but was hidden slightly by a passing cloud. A bundle in the center was now getting up, small grunts sounded as Junichi started to pat down his worn and dirty clothes. The men could hear him wheezing and in pain but didn't do anything and kept watch. Junichi knelt a bit to catch his breath, he held his side, a piercing pain was there. His entire body must be riddled with bruises now, he spoke under his breath.

"So, no missions then?" He grunted under his breath, sucking in a sharp pain when he began to walk. "They broke a rib."

[Dying without regrets, the body had no missions to make his life better, he would not change a single thing master.] The system reminded.

Tachino looked at the young boy whose dark black hair hung over his features, the boy turned his head and spat a mouth full of blood at the boss of the group.

Junichi decided that with this unloved background character he would try his best to get himself killed! With his childhood it was reasonable, and no one would question him since no one knew him to challenge that sudden twist in personality. He would create a suicidal persona to his body and instead of taking his own life he'll make things interesting and try at every turn to get killed. Of course, not before messing with the story line and leaving it unrecognizable.

"Damn bastard." A sweet voice sounded from the boy, it gave the men around them a feeling of calmness but was shattered immediately when the boy's foot lifted and came crashing down on the boss of the child gangster group.

Ruthlessly the boy beat the unconscious thugs on the floor, each one had a turn.

"You alright kid?" One of the two men said as he went up to the boy, about to touch him, but before he could, the boy moved his shoulder away making the man's touch miss completely.

The boy turned and walked away. "Mind ya own business, now I have to find another group ya know." The voice sighed as if tired, mumbling the last part to himself but the rest still heard him clearly.

"Oi you brat, at least thank us for saving you!" The man who was about to touch his shoulder shouted.

The boy stopped and turned his head slightly, not turning his body which gave a threatening feeling. His hair fell to the side giving a small glimpse of the shine reflecting off a lamp up above, a deep golden color gleamed in a threatening manner through the small part of his hair as he spoke. "I didn't wanna be saved ya morons."

He turned back around and reached into a pocket of one of the unconscious teenagers, taking the wallet and opening it up he grabbed all the money inside and stuffed it into his own pocket, he did the same thing to the others and cracked his stiff neck once done.

And like that he kept walking, he ignored the three men who were following him without even trying to hide their presence. He kept walking and entered a store; he bought some chips and drinks to fill his belly. From the feeling of his empty stomach, he was sure that he had not eaten in the entire day or even more than that since he wasn't so sure how long this body was used to not eating.

As Junichi kept himself in his mind pondering other factors of his life, he walked towards the bridge which he remembered in his memories and sat under it, the three men followed along as well. Junichi turned towards them, his hair still in the way but the cold stare either way made the men feel uncomfortable.

"If ya wanna be the ones to kill me so bad then hurry up, make sure it's as painful as possible ya hear?" Junichi stood up and tossed the unhealthy snack to the ground in front of him, he stepped on it, making his old and ripped sneakers dirtier in the process.