The One Who Hides in the Alley's Shadows.(Me,RMW and Sovuru NO MORE )

As the sun was drifting down into the sky lazily, the moon began to rear its disturbing, creepy, smiley snickering face, shining a light from the perfect dark onto a slightly tanned boy, in ragged clothes that consisted of a white shirt and red pants. He snickered quietly to himself as his hand transformed into a blade in front of a grown man lying on the ground. The man was petrified by fear and couldn't get away from where he was. The teen licked his lips and his smirk grew wider "I havent had a soul in awhile...maybe I'll consider yours!"

"Don't worry, it will only hurt a second!" A small teenage girl whispers with a huge grin on her face, choking a rather large woman in the corner of an ally. Despite this girl's deceiving looks, she's anything but ordinary. Her skills as an assassin are extraordinary and one of a kind for her generation. "Please..!" The woman tries to whispers with her shaky voice. Without answering the woman's cries, this girl snaps the woman's neck and begins to cut up pieces of the woman's flesh with her knife, storing them in a plastic baggy. "Now, I should go and cook this up.."

She then begins to walk out of the ally way and onto the woods, acting like that never happened. "I wish I brought more bags...all the extra flesh will just rot now.." The girl thinks out loud while continuing to walk down the sidewalk. Her red hair, which was in a tight ponytail, bounces up and down within each step she took and her smile was simply huge.

Out of no where, the sound of a man screaming rings in her ears, making her curiosity level grow. I wonder what that was.. Slowly, she begins to walk towards the sound, witnessing a guy hovering over man who looks absolutely terrified. Interesting...

"Don't worry Mr. Average Joe..." The teen terribly tried to assure. "Your soul will be of good use...." The blade on his hand now has a chainsaw like chain and it revved up to high speeds as it slashed through the mam's chest quickly. The body splattered blood, then quickly disappeared, leaving a whitish blue orb in its place. The teen changed his hand to normal...but he didn't grab it, he left it floating there as his smile faded into a frown, and his eyes began teared up as he planted his face in his eyes. "Dammit...whats wrong with me....." He asked himself, the looked back at the soul with a satisfied expression, grabbing it in his hands. "I killed for this...delectable beauty....yet...I feel that pain and questioning I felt 3 years ago..."

The girl looks at him with a confuse expression on her face. What was his deal? What happened to that murder she witness just a few seconds ago? Does he have multiple personalities or was he just insane? These were all unanswered questions that this girl wonders as she watches him talk to himself in the dark.

His tears flowed from his face and fell onto the ground. He let go of the soul and watched it drift off into the alley, and sighed in frustration. "I killed time and time again...but it seems to be in vain...granted i do know the consequences....I'm sure my own parents couldn't care less at this point...." He punched the wall in fury, as pain shot up his fist, and blood flowed from his knuckles. "..."

The teen sighs, she really didn't wanted to waste her time and talk to such a being, but she felt some kind of need to. "Are you alright, sir?" She says with a calm, yet friendly voice. Of course she was just faking her friendliness. "You seem to be in some kind of emotional pain, which is something I'm not familiar with." She continues to say, "But I would gladly help you in such a dark time."

His hand that he punched into a wall that was now covered in blood, now became his chainsaw blade like arm, with blood stains from his past victim. "No you wouldn't...Its not like you know what I go through....and I don't think you can help me anyway....Just get away from me! Or I will....kill you..." The blade on his arm revved, not only going deeper in the wall, but also spreading more debris from the wall.

"Oh so what? Your trying to say that someone like you can actually keep me 'in place?'" He scoffed and took his blood stained blade from the wall, and turned it back to his real hand. He rubbed his face of his previous tears and sighed once more. "And as for my emotions.....It just feels like...I don't know what to think....It's not like I was always like this..."

"No, I wasn't suggesting someone like myself." She says with a roll of her eyes. "I don't enjoy babysitting people like yourself. It takes to much effort on my part." Her voice wasn't so calm this time, it was more harsh and cold.

Danjuro's hand was now clenched into a fist as it was trembling from anger and frustration. "What you're trying to say I'm hard to handle?!" He clenched his teeth as well before loosening himself up and collapsing on the ground, tears once again flowing flowing from his face. "Just like my parents...I'm sure they wouldn't want to deal with me anyway....I'm not really worth someone's time anyhow..."

"At least I know my parents? Sometimes I wish I didn't...." He then laid his head into his knees, before snapping back up with revitalized interest. "Wait...you don't know your parents?....Wow...For once I actually feel relieved that someone out there has something worse then me..." He spoke with a slight smile before, sinking back into his position, his smile now fading and he looked away. "Um...sorry.."

"No....I kind of do appreciate your company...but if you want to leave...its fine..." He looked back down. Surprisingly after all these years, its pretty refreshing to talk to someone after almost a year, the last person he talked to he killed, but he has no intention to kill her as of yet. He put his hands together and began moving his thumbs, trying to keep calm only to make sure that the intention never arises.

"I am Danjuro....Danjuro Amori....I am a weapon who does nothing but wanders the streets, killing to ease off my frustration....I only ate ten human souls in my lifetime....but I can't help but feel that it's enough to make me under the hunt by that giant school that hangs over everything up there...so I have no choice but to keep moving around Death City..."

He smashed his fist against the ground and faces her with anger. "DAMMIT I'M NOT A MURDERER!....Or....I don't mean to be a murderer....It just..happens..I use it to get rid of built up frustration....Anyway, may I ask how am I different? Besides the painfully obvious..."

"Its because.....Its because.....because..." He shot up from the ground and began to yell his further response. "I do it because I know what I'm doing is wrong! And...it feels bad....when I do it..." He looks back to the soul that was still drifting aimlessly. "Even if the benefits are satisfying....but when I do itt...I'm reminded of the wrongs I have done, and then refuse to reward myself because of it."

"...Or from what I heard on the streets....Kishin Eggs...." He settled back and wrapped his knees in his arms. "A-am I one...? I-I don't wanna be a Kishin Egg....That makes me a bad person, and its not like I want to be a bad person, some of the stuff I do just happens, I don't mean alot of harm..." his eyes watered from the fact that he actually might be a Kishin Egg

"The best at what?! What can I be the best in?! I'm a dark weapon because of what I done...And its not like I haven't built a reputation...when I see someone my age, they just run away from me and I don't see them again...its like some people deliberately try to avoid me....." Tears once again began to flow from his face. sniffle sniffle