A/N: So, I edited this after it being so long after posting it (it was complete shit, I'm so sorry) Which really I only fixed my grammar (it was god awful), my actual content (some corrected me on the name, WHOOPS.), and probably some other BS things that my youngerself screwed up royally.
Why, hello there! My name is Shina Ondo. I'm one of the Undertakers that reside here in Deadman Wonderland. My current age is twenty-one, but I was locked up here at seventeen. Appearance-wise, I have black hair held in a punk styled half-up-do while sleek, straight bangs cover my forehead; my eyes are the color of blood. I was contained for killing five people and sending another three to the hospital for critical treatment. I'm not gonna give full details, but let's just say don't take me to a weapons manufacturing factory. I usually wear bright red skinny jeans with a loose shirt that has a little character sitting in a corner with blood spattered around it. Really signifies who I am in this world! I wear black fingerless gloves with an upturned knife, and for a very good reason; my Branch of Sin is Slasher's Creed. Once I cut the tips of my fingers on the knife on my gloves, I can utilize my blood as extended razor sharp nails that can stab or slice. Normally, I'd act like a guard and intimidate the weaker chumps in the lower blocks, walk around Block G, or gather the selected prisoners for Carnival Corpse. Well, darlings, that's it for my beautiful self-discription! You should feel honored, you disgusting ingrates.
"Man, what the Hell is there to do in this shit hole?" I grumbled to myself. Seriously, couldn't they supply ANYTHING entertaining here that's on a daily schedule?!
"Hello, low life," Rokuro greeted with a mocking grin. Have I ever said how much I hated this guy? I mean really, even though he's sexy as Hell, he's a jackass. End of story. We've basically hated each other since the moment we laid eyes on the other.
"What do you want, asswipe?" I questioned. Why talk to me when there's gonna be an argument? The guy looks for unneccessary trouble.
"Is cursing really appropriate in the presence of a genius?" He asked smugly.
"Psh, like you could be a genius!" I exclaimed, adding a laugh to sell my point. "Maybe you can possibly be the genius of idiocy!" He gained this insane look in his eyes as his face twitched unattractively. He brought his up and smacked me clean across the face. My widened and slapped a hand to the red area, "WHAT THE HELL?! Did you just fucking slap me?!" I sputtered. Dude's lost his marbles!
"You bet I did!" he replied angrily. "Bitch, I got more brains than your whole family combined!" Exactly why I hate this guy. Completely unreasonable to the voice of reason, IE: me!
I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and got in his face, "Now you needa get ready for my foot a mile high up your ass!"
He smirked and said, "How 'bout a distraction then?" I gave a confused look for a second before he pushed his face forward and smashed his lips to mine in a hard kiss. As quickly as it started it ended. In my daze I didn't realize he released himself from my grip and began to walk away until he called over his shoulder, "See you next time, Ondo."
I spun around in time to see him walk around a corner, "Tch."
"Fucking tease."
A/N: Bam. It's done.
Also a heads up if your interested in the man-hwa Witch Hunter:
I will be starting a fanfiction on the series. Cuz really there is so little even tho its a great man-hwa (by the by, man-hwa is Korean comics if you didn't know). And if you don't know the series, look it up; it's worth it (in my opinion).
That is all.