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No More Heroes: Purple Violence

Chapter 1: No More Paradise

The ride on the bus was a quiet, elongated experience for Mineta Minoru. The bus itself was rundown and small on both the outside and inside. It was quite fitting. Mineta felt the same, especially of the events has occurred at Yuuei, his school.

The tolerance of the small pervert had ran out from both his classmates and the teachers. What had happened at the homecoming had been the last straw, and he was expelled from the school the next day. His life was ruined, his dreams had been crushed. It was a slap to the face, just how Mineta had been slapped around by his peers and family. His mother had tears running down her face, a look of pure disappointment, her right hand violently connecting with his left cheek. The rest was a complete blur, with screaming and crying, and the thing he knew, Mineta had found his way to a bus stop, with some money in his pocket and clothes in a suitcase.

A soft sigh escaped from the pervert's mouth. He leaned on the side of the bus, The purple, orange-sized balls on his head nearly touching the window. He peered out, and saw a red sign with white letters that said:

"Welcome To Santa Destroy

The Town Known As Paradise!"

'Paradise?' Mineta scoffed in his head. 'Is that truly a thing?'

The bus halted, and the driver grunted, "Last stop!"

Mineta got up from his seat, grabbed his suitcase, and exited out of the vehicle. He wore a white shirt with a red star in the middle of it. He also wore an unzipped purple hoodie, displaying the star on his shirt. He also wore blue shorts and shoes matching the color of his hoodie.

He stood on the sidewalk as he scanned the area. The town was, like himself, pretty small. It had some stores and such, with other people walking or driving in their cars. It was still daytime, and the sun hid itself with clouds that presented the bright, blue sky.

Mineta decided to explore the town. The grape haired boy, with suitcase in hand, walked around the town, with the sun shining and the sky cloudy. He stopped for a minute, remembering something. Mineta reached for his pockets, and pulled out a small, purple IPod with white earphones. He placed the buds in his ears, and looked through his playlist. He selected a album from a band called "Gorillaz", and the sounds of drums rang smoothly. He continued to walk as music played in his earphones:

I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad.

I got sunshine in a bag.

I'm useless, but not for long.

The future is coming on

"Alright then, let's go find Paradise," Mineta said to himself as he walked.

(NHM:PV)

Mineta had stopped walking, and he sat on a bench near a park, eating a slice of pizza. The suitcase he carried with him was standing between his short legs. The street in front of Mineta was packed in parked cars, and in between was a strange looking store. A brown colored cow's head was sticking out on a billboard with some words on the left:

Beef Head

Video

DVD

Games

And more...

The billboard itself did interest the boy, however, the thing that really gained his attention more was a peculiar looking motorcycle. It looked like it was pulled of a Sci-Fi film, or the anime "Akira". It was big, white, had two huge exhaust pipes sticking out the back, a large wheel in the back and a small one in the front.

"That's one cool bike," Mineta said as he leaned to take a better look at the bike. "Imagine all of the chicks he picked up with that." the boy imagined himself riding a bike like that, with a beautiful woman sitting behind him, arms around him.

Then, the door of the video store opened, bringing the boy out of his daydream. A man exited the store, carrying a plastic bag. He was Caucasian, with raven hair that pointed upwards. He wore a red jacket and glasses with orange lenses. He was also wearing a shirt with some girls from a anime, blue jeans, and sneakers.

The man stuffed the bag into his pocket, and got on the strange motorcycle. He then rode away from the store and out of Mineta's sight.

The boy just stared in awe, ignoring the slice of pizza he held in his right hand. "Wow," he whispered. "That guy must be too cool to have the bike."

Mineta, after realizing that he looked down the road for possibly three minutes, he watched the small clock on his wrist. It was now seven-thirty p.m., and night began to fall. The boy quickly ate the slice, got up, grabbed his suitcase, and walked.

As he roamed the town, a sudden thought entered Mineta. He had basically ran away from his home, moved to a different town, and, because he was a minor and lacked cash, he couldn't afford any place to stay.

'Shit!' he mentally cursed as he strolled. 'Great job Mineta, you've just screwed yourself over. Like always.'

Suddenly, the boy heard another pair of footsteps, almost growing closer. He looked back and saw two men covered in black leather, spikes, chains and tattoos. The way they dressed screamed "Bad news", so Mineta's pacing increased in speed. The two men slowly gained on the boy, increasing their pace as well. Mineta's pace turned into a light jog. He looked around his surroundings, and he saw the corner of the sidewalk. He reached it and turned, only to find two other men dressed in black leather, waiting for their prey.

Mineta stopped, and turned around. He was surrounded.

One of the men stepped forward, standing tall and fierce, a major contrast to Mineta's small and slightly shaking body. He was tanned and had a full beard. A red cap was lazily place upon his head, covering his baldness. A black vest covered the man's tank top, the toned muscles on his arms exposed. A menacing, vicious smile spread across his face.

"Hey kid, you lost?" The man asked mockingly, moving forwards a little to the small, frightened boy.

"You came to the wrong neighborhood," said one of the men behind Mineta.

The boy gulped, as he felt like a small animal, surrounded by a group of big predators. Out of desperation and pure instinct, he dropped his suitcase and grabbed for one of the purple balls on his head. With a audible pop, the ball was removed, and was held tightly in both Mineta's hands.

"B-B-Back off," Mineta warned the men, trying his hardest to not break down in fear. "I-I'm warning you."

The red capped man had simply laughed at the kid's poor attempt of scaring them off. "Really? Please kid, you fucking suck at trying to act all mean."

"Yeah," One other man quipped. "That stupid ball won't do jack shit."

"And besides," The tall man started, cracking his knuckles, a dangerous look appeared as the mans eyes narrowed, planning to close in on the boy. "Killing Quirkies like you is always a fun time."

Mineta spent no time waiting to be attacked. He dropped the ball in his hand and dashed for the streets. However, he was grabbed by the tall, bald man by the arm. He was pulled back, and a knee was connected with his midsection violently. All of the air of his lungs was driven out of him, and before he could react, a balled up fist was placed into his face, breaking his nose with a sickening crunch.

Mineta was sprawled on the concrete ground, his nose leaking with blood. It dripped onto the floor as Mineta tried to pick up his head, but a kick to the side of the face sent him rolling on his side. Mineta spat, a tooth, with some blood, landed on the floor a couple of feet away.

The other men just laughed as their leader continued to wail on the boy without a care in the world. Killing Quirkies had been a major source of entertainment for the gang.

The bald leader stopped beating Mineta and pulled out a switchblade from his back pocket. With a click, the blade popped out.

"Okay kid, say your fuckin' prayers." the leader growled, and moved in, going for the kill.

Mineta, bloodied and broken in many ways, just closed his eyes. He had it coming for him, to die for his perverted ways. The perfect way to end his meaningless life.

But his end never came.

"Hey!" A voice called out.

The leader was stopped dead in his tracks, along with the other members.

Mineta looked up from the floor and saw the person that called out. His eyes, except a black and swollen one, widened. It was the guy he saw a while ago. The guy with the peculiar motorcycle.

The man wearing the red jacket stood a couple feet away from the others, with eyes glaring from his glasses.

The leaders' focus on Mineta shifted towards the annoying fuck child of a man. He left Mineta, and strolled towards the stranger with a cocky smile.

"Well, look what we have here," The leader said teasingly as his eyes locked at the man. "Another fresh fish trying to be a hero."

"At least I'm not willing to attack a fucking kid," the person in the red jacket retorted.

"The kid is another Quirky. He had enough reason to be snuffed out."

"Listen here, buddy..." The man with the glasses spoke in a threatening tone. "Leave the kid alone, or else."

The leader just crudely laughed. "Or else what?"

"You want to keep that empty head on your shoulders don't you, you shit load of fuck?"

The leader sneered, and without hesitation, he lunged at the annoying bastard, with the switchblade in hand.

Then...

Vmooooom!

Zap!

The leader's head was slashed off his neck, with blood spraying and staining the ground. The head landed with a thud, its final expression was one with shock.

The body collapsed into a dead heap, with blood running down the freshly cut hole of its neck.

The man in the red held what Mineta thought as a lightsaber or something similar. A green light, shaped like a katana, glowed from a tube, which was also shaped like a sword as well. His eyes glared at the other members.

"Who's next?" He asked, his tone deep and serious.

The three members were now the ones shaking, with one member having a wet spot that spread on his pants. They immediately fled the scene with screams of fright and cowardice.

"So now you guys want to act scared and shit," The man in red shouted. "And next time, pick on someone your own size!"

Mineta stared at the dead body with shock. Did that guy just killed someone? And with a lightsaber?

A hand was held in front of the boy. Mineta shifted his head, and saw the man was leaning forward, his right hand extended out.

"You alright kid?" The man asked.

Mineta hesitated a little bit, but he grabbed the hand. He was lifted off the floor and onto his feet. His nose was still bleeding. The man noticed this, and reached for one of his pockets on his jacket. He pulled out a couple of napkins that was held in a small box.

"Here," the man offered the napkins to Mineta, who took them and thanked him.

Mineta pulled a couple of napkins out of the box and held them onto his nose gently. Not much, but it'll do.

A awkward silence was present, as the two just stared at each other.

"So," the man finally spoke up. "You got a place to stay?"

Mineta stood there, the question repeated in his head. Tears began to swell in his eyes as he shook his head.

The man looked over the boy and saw a suitcase. "Lemme guess. You came here all alone?"

Mineta nodded as tears silently fell down his face. He had left everyone behind, all because of his stupid mistakes and lack of respect.

"Hey," The man tried to comfort the boy. "How about this? I'll take you back to my place and We'll sort stuff out?"

The boy just nodded. He needed to leave. He didn't want to see the dead body anymore.

"C'mon," The man led the boy to his motorcycle. The two got on, and the man started to drive.

"By the way," The man commented as he drove. "I've never got your name."

The boy answered back: "M-Mineta. Mineta Minoru."

"Mine's Travis." The man introduced himself. "Travis Touchdown."

To Be Continued...