BOOM—
Dust blows through the junkyard, swirling with the sound of something crashing from that… mouth in the sky.
Kris (coughing, squinting):
"…The… hell?"
He stumbles forward, hacking through the haze. A low, animal howl cuts through the static.
THUMP!
Kris is tackled to the ground. Blinking up, he sees two glowing rainbow eyes staring into him.
???:
"…Yor…Yor…"
Kris shoves the figure off and finally sees her clearly — a young girl, maybe eight. Rainbow eyes. Snow-white hair with deep vermilion horns jutting through.Skin tinted crimson.
Kris (whispering):
"…What… are you?"
???:
"Na…yu…ro."
Kris tilts his head, dumbfounded.
Kris:
"Nayuro? Sounds Japanese, but… last I checked, Japanese kids don't have horns."
The girl's soft gaze meets his, confused why he looks so afraid. Her stomach growls loudly, breaking the silence.
Kris exhales, calming. She doesn't act like a monster — more like a hungry puppy.
Kris:
"You hungry? …Guess I can spare this."
He pulls a half-eaten granola bar from his pocket and offers it. She blinks, hesitant.
Nayuro:
"…Food?"
Kris (eyes widening):
"You can talk?"
Kris (smiling faintly):
"Yeah, food. Fixes the hunger problem."
She wolfs it down and pats her belly, satisfied.
Kris:
"You sure were hungry, huh?"
He gazes at the sky, his father's words echoing. Is this it? Is this my chance to be more? A father?
???:
"Yo! Anyone back here?"
Kris snaps his head. A figure pushes through the junk — goofy hairstyle, pipe at his side. On his jacket sleeve: BG.
Kris:
"…And who the hell are you? I'm kinda in the middle of something."
???:
"Not here for small talk, kid. Hand over the gir—"
He freezes when he sees Nayuro's horns and red skin.
???:
"Woah! What is that?!"
Kris:
"Kinda trying to figure that out myself! And stop yelling!"
???:
"Don't mock me, dude! My name's Joshua!"
Kris (snorting):
"Yeah, okay. Mohawk."
Joshua:
"Stop calling me that!"
Kris:
"Joshua, Mohawk — whatever. What do you want?"
Joshua (grinning):
"Got an offer from the Big Shots. Bring 'em the girl. Kill anyone else. Simple job."
Kris's eyes widened.
Kris:
"…The Big Shots. You're the jackass who almost ran me off the road!"
Joshua (smirking):
"Ha! I knew I remembered that screechy voice."
Nayuro blinks between them, nervous.
Kris (clenching fists, steaming):
"…Screechy, huh…"
Joshua pulls his pipe free.
Joshua:
"Let's see if this cursed junk actually works…"
He mutters three words:
"Dei— Helder— Oração—"
The pipe stretches, twisting like molten glass. Jagged edges sprout. Blinding light erupts from the cracks.
Kris (eyes wide):
"…What the—"
Joshua (grinning):
"You really don't know about tools? Some gang member you are."
Kris:
"Gang member?! Do I look like a gang member?!"
Joshua:
"You're crouching next to a demon, aren't you?"
His eyes darted over to Nayuro. She fidgets, then nods nervously.
Kris (sighs, gripping rebar):
"Guess it doesn't matter. You're after both of us anyway…"
He raises the bar like a bat.
Kris:
"…So I'm not going down without a fight."
Joshua (brandishing the glowing pipe):
"Took me long enough, but I've got a name for this baby. Behold— Shiner!"
Kris (deadpan):
"…Pardon my French, but your name game is crap…"
TO BE CONTINUED…
Oshivrous Interviews
Oshivrous:
"Welcome back to another episode of Oshivrous Interviews! Today we have Kris Dormon and Moha— I mean, Joshua."
Joshua:
"Get my name right, weirdo!"
Kris:
"Relax, Mohawk. No need to insult him."
Joshua:
"Don't you start again, kid!"
Kris (yelling):
"WE. ARE. THE. SAME. AGE!"
Oshivrous (sweating):
"…And that's all for today, everyone, before these two blow my whole studio to ash. Live well, and see you next time!"