You're Weak, but I'll be your Strength

Delusion

Shinichiro couldn't understand how he always ended up in these situations. He was a gang leader for god's sake. Punches and kicks continued pounding their way into him with no indication of stopping anytime soon.

All he had wanted to do was get ice cream for his little siblings. So much for that though. The cold desserts were strewn across the concrete of the alleyway.

"What a weak ass gang leader. He can't even fight back." One of the assailants shamed him along with the others laughing at his lack of physical strength.

Gosh he just wanted this to be over with already. Haven't they already had their fun?

Suddenly one of the guys was ripped away from Shinichiro's body. Quickly followed a slicing noise with what almost sounded like water pouring. Silence came over the alleyway, and Shinichiro hesitated to look up but did anyway.

He wished he didn't.

There stood a figure no more than 5'5 dressed in an all black catsuit and mask covering up her face. At least he assumed it was a 'her' considering how her body looked. But it really wasn't the right time for him to focus on a girl's body.

Right in front of her was a guy with his neck sliced open with a non stop flow of blood coming out of the wound. He was dying. He could see the light slowly leave his eyes as the guy stopped choking on his own blood.

The masked figure turned their head to the side looking at the other two assailants. "Leave." Without a protest or a sound, the two scrambled out the alleyway as if the devil was hot on their asses.

Shinichiro wished he could leave too. But considering the beating he just took, he could barely stand let alone walk or run away. Pushing himself to lean against the brick wall, his body shook from each movement he made.

Not to mention, he still had a murderer standing in front of him who for some reason was intent on burning a hole into the side of his face.

"Weak ass," the masked figure mumbled before taking their leave. Truth be told, Shinichiro was a little offended by the statement. But he was glad he didn't end up like the dead guy that was still bleeding out in front of him.

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Ever since his encounter that night, Shinichiro couldn't help but to feel a little unsettled. No matter where he went, it always felt like he was being followed or watched over.

It wasn't a good feeling.

"Don't forget the taiyaki nii-san!" His younger brother, Mikey, reminded him on his way out. Once again, Shinichiro was going to go get his younger siblings some treats.

At least this time he could ride his motorcycle since it got fixed. Everything was going smoothly until he walked out of the convenience store with the snacks.

Right beside the door stood the same masked figure. Black eyes met golden ones and no words were spoken. Silence ensued within the streets. Even the late night critters ceased their noises.

"Um, hey?" Shinichiro hesitated to say. Awkward silence followed along with the unwavering stare of the masked figure.

Moments passed and the masked figure turned and walked away. "H-Hey wait!" Seeing that they weren't stopping, Shinichiro ran after them. He finally got close enough to grab their shoulder to stop them. Unfortunately for him, it resulted in him getting flipped over and slammed into the ground.

It left him stupefied. How can someone so small have so much strength? He was knocked out of his thoughts by the feeling of being dragged. They were taking him into an alleyway.