The boy ran in the night.
The sweat ran down his throat, and his lungs were about go to shooting down. His view was cloudy with hungry and fatigue, and was almost impossible don't down in some moment, but at the kid doesn't import that.
Just in front of his legs, a step by step, as much him could, he was afraid that his extremities were broken. The kid, named "Akutagawa Ryuunosuke", didn't have time. When he finished to run in that road, Akutagawa thought that he would die.
Akutagawa was one of the children that didn't know to his parents and wandered at the streets of that poor city. He lived at the place with a group of 8 persons that shared the same situation. The children of the same age as him, named to Akutagawa "the child without emotions".
Even when he stood up in a cold flat surface, even when he was in a feast, or with adults, even when he was beaten or fell, he showed no emotion. Only he was there, seeing the sky with dark eyes, bottomless. That semblance, that of
"A child without emotions"
for not having many adults too there. Akutagawa, whom didn't have heart, had a mysterious power instead. Was able to deform his clothes freely. Sometimes looked like a rope, other times a knife. He could change his form and manipulate it freely. The ability of
"manipulate the clothes that you dress"
it was an extraordinary power.
Well, here in this demonic Yokohama's city. Machine guns and illegal hand grenades are so easy to get as an apple. The sleeves of his clothes transformed in knifes, it was no surprise that it was more that trick of magic. The adults that met Akutagawa, that's why they hated him. But his friends were different to those adults. Other boys and girls shared the same destiny than Akutagawa: have been abandoned. A thin and dirty kid with a whip. The child approached and lacking all emotion in his eyes, thirsty of blood cut his throat. The adult that hold his weapons to such an extreme of arrogance, with that technique, easily became a corpse. Silent and without emotions, those who attacked their territory, he ripped them mercilessly the throat.
His nature in comparison with the barking of a rabid dog is much worse. He was evaded, maybe because of fear that he was caused is by his nickname.
But a child is a child. On the other hand, they couldn't get enough food, and the nocturnal breeze blew them from cold to bone. Akutagawa had a weak body, a small body, that grew with little meat. But nevertheless, didn't had much difference with the other eight friends with whom shared bed and breakfast.