I Thought Strawberry Smells Sweet, So Why Does This One Smells Like Blood?

🎓3rd Person🔪

"Damn brats. Tsk." A guy with green-dyed hair spit on the ground and glared at nothing. He had bandages all over his body and bruises decorated his face. One of his friends, a thug looking yellow-haired one, came up and also huffed.

"Those brats really did beat us." He said, quite pissed off. Another one, now with an indigo hair, shrugged.

"It's only the red head that really attacked us, though." And another thug looking one, with a violet hair, punched the wall so strong it should've made a crack. But it didn't.

"No sh**, if it wasn't because of that blue-haired angel, we're fu****." He growled but was then stopped by the voice of their boss.

"Mind your language." He warned. "Not good for the readers." He sighed then sent a death glare at no one in particular.

"But true. That red brat seriously is messed up. He almost sent me six feet under the ground without even using weapons." He hissed before touching his bruised stomach. It has been a day since they encountered Nagisa and Karma, but the evidence of violence still showed on their forms. Bandage was wrapped almost all over their body. The boss' head, which was surprisingly bald, was covered with cloth. Red blood stained some part of the material.

Growling, he sat on the cold floor of the dark alley and gritted his teeth.

"I'll fooken' find that bloody kid and turn him into a bloody pulp." He said in a dark tone, sending shivers to his comrades.

"Oh, but that won't be necessary." The stranger's voice made all of them look up with surprised eyes. There, under the glistening moonlight, stood a familiar yet unknown figure before them. The said figure had their hands on their pockets, posing and emitting confidence and mischief. The group stood up in defense as the unexpected visitor took short, slow stroll towards them.

"But I doubt at the last part." Stopping in front of the confused delinquents, he chuckled before raising his head to look at them. Wide eyes with shining orbs stared at them, all accompanying with a pyschotic grin.

"Can you really?"

The sight was truly frightening, two of them already pissed their pants after feeling the bloodlust coming from the stranger. They all looked at him with fear and disbelief.

"W-what do you want?!" The green-haired one aggressively asked, only sounding like a squeak to the man.

"What do I want? Hmm..." The boy tapped his chin and looked up in thought, making the group wait in anxiety.

"Ah!" They all perked up when they heard his glee. "Oh, how about this?" He smiled at them innocently, which doesn't help the shiver running up their spines.

"Let's make a deal." He said and the baldy boss squinted his eyes. Being wary of the boy infront of him, he stepped back before asking.

"...What kind of deal?" The boy chuckled at the sight of frightened older teenagers before answering.

"Well, I'll forget what you did..." The group almost sighed in relief, which made him smirk though unfortunately unseen, and they almost felt at ease.

"If you die for me." And this is when they knew they screwed up. Dread and fear wrapped their trembling forms, looking so little at the predator infront of them.

"W-what?! Are you out of your m-mind?!" The violet haired yelled out, almost ashamed for stuttering to a younger brat.

"You've got to be kidding me!" The indigo protested, clenching his fists and getting ready if a sudden fight happens.