Death for a Dead Village.

[-Haseo]

The boy would wander the streets of Tanzaku no Gai looking for his long lost love. His partner Ichiro would be at his side the entire time, though with no luck not even her scent could be picked up. He had been abandoned, left for someone else to worry. Hatred boiled within the youth's heart as he wanted to exert his agression on something, like a wall perhaps. It was then he realized he'd turned and threw a strong punch right into a wall of a local tavern. Using his shinobi arts he had put his hand right through that wall and into some drunk's face. 'Shit...' he'd think to himself as he tried to pull his hand back from the wall. He was stuck and royally fucked...

A group of drunks had exited the tavern and surrounded the male and his white wolf. Ichiro would growl as his ruff would rise along with fangs bared. "Well well, some punk's gonna take a beating tonight boys," the one whom had been sucker punched also seemed the leader of the group. The men would chuckle as they would begin to encroach. Koga pulling harder on his arm trying to free himself. Ichiro would lunge into an attack on the closest drunk, latching his teeth around the man's arm and pulling him to the ground. Meanwhile two would rush Koga. Finally his arm would break free, swining back he'd clock the first upside the head while the second would throw three quick jabs to the chest and gut knocking Koga back into the wall.

As more would close in on Koga, Ichiro would release his first victim and quickly rush to protect his freind, though as he lunged once more a blade would come down through his back from the side. The leader had drawn blade to bring the once graceful ally down. "Ichiro!" Koga would scream as he quickly would try to rise to his feet, throwing kicks and punches blindly in rage he'd knock most of them back as he would catch them off guard. Tears streamed down his face as he'd finally reach his comrade pinned to the dirt by the steel blade of the enraged drunk. "You son of a.." before Koga could finish he'd catch a roundhouse kick to the temple sending him spinning off his feet and to the dirt. Landing on his stomach he'd attempt to pick himself up but before he could, the leader would follow up with swift kicks to the ribcage and gut.

!

Sharp bolts of pain would stream through him as he felt blood begin to fill his lungs. It would only be a few kicks before the rest of the group would join in. Kicking and stomping on the once proud White Fang, Koga's vision would blur till black. No resistance would be met to the drunk thugs. Though out of sick perversion and violence they'd continue to stomp the limp body of the boy until one spotted a rival gang member. They'd leave him there unconcious, bleeding internally and externally. Coughing blood in attempts to breath, his body would slowly shut down as his life despite how short lived it was would pass before his mind. Final words within his mind was the image of his dying friend, his only real friend. 'Ichiro...'

Dead.

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