A young man with short white hair and piercing red eyes walked around the large inland city. It was much smaller than he though it would be. He could feel people staring at him, not that he cared. He was sure that most likely recognised him. Which once again, he didn't care. All he cared about was finding someone to fix up his ship so he could leave this island before they found him. If anyone wanted to fight him, he would welcome it. He liked fighting, despite his small frame, he was quite good at fighting.

He ran his fingers through his short hair. It was starting to get long again, at least it was in the front and in the young man's opinion. Looks like he was going to have to cut his hair again.

"You!" A voice shouted at the young man who just acted like he had not heard a thing as he kept walking. "Don't ignore me! It's you right?! The Fire Prince!"

"It's the Prince of Fire," he corrected as he kept ignoring the person and walked on. The red-eyed young man corrected it out of habit more than anything. He could care less if anyone recognised him. The Puppet Prince as he was once known as. But he broke away from that a long time ago, he refused to be anyone's puppet again.

"Don't ignore me!" The person said grabbing his shoulder and pulling on the green jacket that the white-haired young man was wearing.

"I suggest if you like your hand that you let go," the piercing red-eyed teen told the person. A flame licked at the person in warning. The white-haired short male had a look crossed between annoyance and resting face on him. He had his mission and didn't want annoying people to get in his way. "Now buzz off or I will make you."

"Wait! Hear me out!" the other told him as he grabbed the jacket again which seemed to piss off red-eyed teen greatly.

The white-haired teen's fist caught a lite before he punched the other away from him. Sending the stranger, at least whom he saw as the stranger, through a dozen buildings. With those buildings in ruin and flames.

People looked terrified as they backed away from the young man as he straightened up. His hand flattening where the person he punched had touched. He didn't like it when people touched him, or his jacket.

The teen walked off as he didn't care for the destruction he had just caused.

"That's what you deserve," he muttered to himself but was clearly talking about the other.

"Now that wasn't very nice," the stranger said right by his side once more.

A cold sweat broke out over the white-haired teen. What...? How...? He knew he got him, he felt his fist hit the other's face. So how was he here? Right beside him?