Until that day, my life changed. For better or for worse, I don't know. But, it certainly affected my entire existence.

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It was a lovely night. The stars had twinkled so brightly with a full moon accompanying them by their side, the cool breeze riding with the wind and the the moon's illuminating light covered me. And then...

*Bang*

*Bang*

When I heard two gunshots from the rooftop of a building I was near at. I quickly hurried to elevator and pushed the button that lead to the highest floor. And when I reached the top floor, I went straight ahead to the staircase that would direct me to the sound of those gunshots.

I saw it.

A pool of blood and a lifeless body being cradled into someone's arms with a cry of desperation and sadness. Another person appeared into my vision next to the one who cradled the body and was on the phone, giving out the bitter news.

I simply walked to their location and then fell to my knees right next to the body and hovered my hands over the wound. They both stared at me with wide eyes as white light covered my hands and the wound had stop gushing out blood and started clotting. They too noticed it.

I looked at the person who had the immobile man in his arms. He had chestnut hair and large hazel eyes and I asked what his name was.

"...Y-Yata Misaki...," he said in a somber voice with tears threatening to fall again and I could see some tear marks engraved in his cheeks when he cried earlier but the look of awe was still there. "W-What are you d-doing...?"

I unintentionally ignored Yata-kun and concentrated back into healing the man. Somehow I knew that this dying person is...especially important. "It's all right Yata-kun and...mister." I looked at Yata-kun's blonde companion, "He'll survive and I won't let someone die in front of me and their love ones." I stated with my utmost determination into bringing him back alive.

This experience of death happening right in front of me was...usual, in my childhood days. My father would bring out some small animals to the lab and would occasionally stabbed them messily making their organs splatter across the table with me being forcefully watched by the sidelines, as his only 'audience'. Instead of being shot, they were stabbed. Although, in this case I'd prefer the clean way of killing a living being.

The person at the brink of death suddenly started coughing out some blood.

It can be a good thing and a bad thing; first, he has escaped a narrow death and can live to see tomorrow. Secondly, he can be treated properly by a real doctor without worsening his condition (assuming they have enough money to deal with their... now-alive friend) and thirdly, he should be up and about after a few weeks time after I disintegrated the bullets in his body and should recover soon without any problems. However, there is always a downside to everything. We cannot move his body as it might worsen his already bad state and the person will need some stitches, which I cannot do due the lack of knowledge and guidance as well as equipment.

The light from my hands vanished and I began patching him up with bandages, which I got from my tiny bag, and then covered the wounds near his heart. "He should be all right now but, you need to get him to a doctor as soon as possible. I've managed to get him out the Red zone. Here." I gave Yata-kun a small piece of paper with scribblings on it and he gave a confused look in return.

"You're from HOMRA, right?"

The both of them looked at me in surprise as I continued, "Don't worry, the name in the paper is of a doctor I know very well - he doesn't mind treating gang members." I gentle smile escapes to my lips. I also know very well how Shizume City works. The seven King clans reside here, dominating one area or another whether it be from the sky to the lands and the waters. And of course, their influence. It can have range from the government to the street gangs in the city. One of the clans is known as HOMRA, officially distinguished as the Red clan which the Red King, Suoh Mikoto, leads and is hailed as the most violent-tempered of all the Kings.

The light that enveloped my hands vanished as I started to walk away with my hands in pockets, satisfied when I heard the heavy breathing of their unconscious acquaintance, suddenly Yata-kun's friend grabbed my shoulder, stopping me from going back to the door I came from. He looked at me intensely with suspicion and...relief? He asks, "Who are you?"

I simply shoved away his grip on my shoulder and replied, "I am of no importance. As I said earlier, you should get him a doctor as soon as possible. The doctor knows what to do, not me. Hurry." They both nodded at me and said their thanks for saving their close friend.

HOMRA is now in debt to me for saving their clansmen.

I turned around. A smile plastered on my face as I went down the staircase that had brought my meeting with two prominent members of HOMRA. A thought crossed my mind, 'Well, at least I saved somebody...'

Darkness clad the entire building as I leisurely walked to the front door of the building, looking back at the incident that had occur not long ago...a smirk forming on my mouth.

"My, my, what a breezy night." I said to no one when my black hair suddenly swishes around my back. "Heh! This is getting very interesting to my liking."