A slender, lean figure stood against the brick wall, the lights of overhead lights creating a shadow over the figures features. The wild look in his eyes made him look like an untamed beast. His cherry red eyes and the twisted smile that never left his face. The porcelain skin with the teal blue hair created an otherworldly look and atmosphere around him, the darker clothes making him look like a spectre in the moonlight path. He was looking up towards the sky, the older (and taller) ginger boy allowed his gaze to follow the younger (and shorter) teal haired boys.

The moon hovered over the buildings, as though it was suspended on ropes or painted on a backdrop for a drama performance. Considering this, the teal boy frowned. The moon was too perfect, it looked fake. That fact sickened him. Having to deal with fake people was bad enough, and now he was seeing scenery as being fake, was something wrong with him after all?

The ginger, picking up on the bluenettes change in mood, reached over and ruffled the smaller boys long locks of messy teal blue hair, causing the smaller to pout in response to the sudden showing of affection.

"Zack," the porcelain boy huffed, "stop treating me like a little kid. Theoretically, I am older."

The ginger, Zack, hummed, "Really? I thought we had agreed we wouldn't calculate the time you've been asleep for as your age, right Yukime?"

This statement earned Zack another pout, this time coupled with a glare. 

Zack put his hands up in mock surrender as small black wisps of dangerous magic flickered behind Yukime. He chuckled as he began to walk down the alleyways of 30th century America, he hooked his arm around Yukime pulling the boy close. America's streets had long been gang hideouts, but over the last century it has gotten more dangerous. 

Having his father's sense of justice, Zack had ended up on the police force as a detective, Yukime was his partner. The small witch had been his partner for three years now, and Zack was beginning to understand why Yukime had been classed as a triple s-rank witch - the highest tier of witch classification to be in - and was a formidable ally. Zack was so glad they were on the same side.

Zack didn't know much about Yukime, the boy didn't like talking about his past. What Zack did know was that, if they calculated the years Yukime had been in cryostasis for, he was roughly around 900 years old; he just looked like a 17 year old. He also knew that Yukime was an incredibly rare witch. Most witches are born with natural black hair, this is so that they blend into a crowd. The only way to tell a witch apart was the slightly pointed ears that they have. Yukime, however, was born with incredibly pointed ears; that the boy found impossible to conceal to the point he uses magic to hide them now, and bright teal hair that went surprisingly well with his red eyes; that never seemed to stay the same shade of red. 

Yukime's pupils also made him stand out. Instead of being a circular shape, they were shaped like crosses. Zack always wondered how, exactly, the boy actually sees things. Does the odd shape make him gather more or less light? Does he see the world differently?

Zack had rescued Yukime from a black market auction nearly 6 years ago, and ever since the two had been inseparable. Zack's father, who was the head of the police force, seemed to like Yukime quite a lot. When the two had first met, Yukime couldn't speak a thread of English. He had been speaking in a weird, otherworldly language composed of hissing and scratching noises. Zack had taught Yukime how to speak, although his father really didn't help with it; he kept teaching Yukime curse words (that the boy now favours) and he mixed up what Zack was teaching Yukime.

Crack. The sound of gunshots snapped Zack out of his reminiscence. He sighed.

"Yukime, can you-" Zack started.

"Yeah, yeah," Yukime interrupted, sounding kind of bored, "I know."

Zack leaned against a wall as he watched Yukime getting ready for a battle. His eyes narrowed as he noticed something, a small blue--- feather? Does Yukime have feathers?

"What?" the blue haired boy snapped as he caught Zack staring.

"Ah- n-nothing" Zack stuttered and covered his mouth with his hand, embarrassed.

Yukime clicked his tongue and crouched low, his sclera turning black as magic coursed through his veins. His hair whipped around as a gust of wind kicked up and broke the concealment spell the armed people had been using.

Yukime broke out into a twisted grin. Zack knew that if he didn't get Yukime under control soon, the boy would succumb to his bloodlust. However, Zack did nothing allowing Yukime to go on his small violent spree.

"Heey~ Zaaaack~" Yukime dragged out his partner's name as he clung to him.

"Ew, gross." Zack sighed as Yukime whined but didn't let go, "let go, you're covered in blood."

He liked the laid back, childish  version of Yukime, but he hardly got to see it because it only happened when Yukime uses a lot of magic. His father believed it to be him letting loose after using so much energy at once.

"Yukime, let go- oh great he fell asleep" Zack huffed.

He picked up the small boy as he slept. He began to trudge through the buildings towards his and Yukime's house. When he noticed something again.

What was with his eyes? He was sure he had seen some.

He was sure he had seen…..

….Blue feathers.