It wasn't that often I'd see kids in the streets, same age, same school sometimes. I hadn't seen that much metallic blood ooze from someone and they still stood; needing bent loitering in front of the big bad wolfs as if the shit hadn't been beaten out of him at all. Ghost white hair strawberry red, and an eye began to grow a wicked shade of purple and green minutes after the blow.

'Give me more! Or what?! Fucking pussy!' he grunted, lips pouted,

The opposing gang members gleamed with rage, I had never seen so many men fluid with their emotions rage subsited often worried and frightened by the man in front. Everyone cozed up by their gang affiliated jackets in the cold night could see the eyes roll back in his head, the gawk as his lips parted and the mountain came crashing down in the pool of clogged up leaves blocking the drain.

With a final kick to the unconscious boy's stomach to crack a rip they left him in his dust, diesel burnt the noses of the onlookers. While my own devious gangs bikes laid tilted upon their legs, under the overpast lit cigarettes to the women's lips.

'What should we do with him?' I muttered, flicking the pack of empty cigarettes back and forth as if to tear my thoughts away from the biting cold.

Her thumb laid on one side of my chin; index on the other pulling my face closer to hers eyes adverting from the unconscious boy.

Her eyes were always laid dulled, it pissed me off to no end the way I could never pinpoint her emotions 'Leave him to rot.'

She pushed me back against the bricks, a smirk against her lips as she flicked my nose as if my idea was more than a broken lightbulb. Silence was always so devious, the smartest of mankind always worked in silence and I guess like any child when their mother told them not to do something; they did it anyway.

Brrph. Brrph. Braaaaaap..... Ba. ba. Ba..

Motorbikes always screamed in the dead of night, his head laid dead over my shoulders, arms floppped by his side as rain poured down, the motorbike skidding across the corners as speed till I got back to the small garage the women had been using as their base of operation for a few months now. He was sure heavy; anybody would, the unconscious feature to take the weight off someone wasn't there as I barely made it to the worn out leather couch.

His body hit it with a splat.

As my coat went, laid upon his body, the furr swaying back and forth with every breath as it tickled his nose.

'You shouldn't have done that.'

The white ball of the pool set spiraled around hitting the triangle of balls as they broke off into different places. I rolled my eyes, picking the blue chalk from the edge of the pool table fixing the tip of the cue waiting for my turn to roll back in from the several people who were playing.

'What can I say.' I paused and shrugged, arms flung out as the cue lent against the table, 'I am a woman with specific needs, if you get what I'm saying.' I teased.

He rolled and a soft unspecific mumble left his lips. As soon as those eyes opened it was obvious, he was frightened. He jumped up and tried to reach for anything but the blue smudge from the cuetip hit his apple apple as I held it to keep him in place.

'Not smart kid,' I mumbled,

'Thank your lucky stars she saved your fucking ass dick.' she muttered,

'We're the same age.'

I pulled it back, and gave it to the person whose turn it was next. Sitting upon the milk carton in front of the repulsive silvered hair boy. Eyebrows raised as if I would ever be the same age as someone who looks like I could honestly birth them.

'No we're not, how old are you?' I mumbled,

'Seventeen.'

My lips parted slightly, a year between us I rolled my eyes and told him rightfully, he tried to sit up however I kept him down. The obvious pain of his fractured rib laid upon his face even when lying flat.

'Don't move moron.' his face dazy red, staring back down at the jumper; I guessed he realized whose jumper it belonged to.

I disappeared into the kitchen and came back with heavy pain killers and a glass of water. Guess everyone kept their distance like the plague or it was the avoidance of anything to do with the other women as his eyes focused back on myself.

'What's ya' name you pubescent sperm?'

He looked pissed off but the soft smile upon his face said otherwise as I took a seat upon the mik carton.

He sighed, 'Is every thing that comes out of your mouth just an insult about one year gap?'

'Yeah dipshit now answer the fucking question.'

He smiled softly, his cheeks still a hot red, 'Wakasa Imaushi?'

'Wakasa Imaushi?'

I couldn't help but giggle, the soft movement became more of a witches cackle as it got louder. He looked confused and utterly hurt.

'Even your name means young.'

He looked rather pissed off. But it was all a part of the little fun and teasing.

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'Oi hag!'

'What did you call me?'

His ice cold hair laid in front of one of his eyes, a soft energetic smile, one that said psychopath and the other one that begged to be degraded by any woman.

My hands shoved in the knitted sweater on top of my own damn school uniform. Guess he must have stalked me, he wore the same black t-shirt, white jacket and white trousers I met the night of his little brawl against several big men.

'Y/nnnn.' he cooed,

I crossed the street and grabbed his shirt, letting it roll upon my knuckles till they turned ghastly white as the blood disappeared. His face red that damn psychopathic smile grew larger and larger upon his face.

'What do you want, sperm.'

I was taken back, his lips collided with my own. Tongue soft, as it entered my gawking mouth confused at him. I pushed him off watching him slip upon the ground and land on his arse with a big grin.

'Are you mad?' I shouted,

His head tilted, 'Mad for you.' he smiled.

I stared at him, cheeks red. Looking at him then vaguely back down towards the ground to try and cool my face.

'Wakasa.' I paused, 'I'll date you when you're a little bit older kay.'

Watching his face sadden but still remained happy with a soft smile as he stood up, fixing his messy hair. His arm entwined with my own as mine still laid in my pocket wandering down as my face began to cool down except for his tongue licking my cheek when I ignored him twice.