Marks of the spirits

It was a cold night. Hiro felt the cold of the wall that he was leaning on seep into his bones. He stood in a dark ally. People past by not even sparing him a glance. Loneliness was eating at him from the inside and the cold was slowly numbing his body. The world was full of grey to him and he had no direction. No home and nowhere to go. This was his life now. He touched the mask on his face. The feeling of it reminded him off his past. Though that time was long gone. Now there was just him and his mask and the name it gave him. Kitsune. A fox mask that became his safe place for the cruel world.

He had become a legend to everyone else in the world. The monster that had the ability to cost chaos and destruction. His abilities were powerful and dangerous. He could throw things as big a fridge with his mind and makes balls of fire (like fox fire). Though no one could see that even he was scared of them. When he was young he had lost his parents and was taken in by another nice family. For a time it was okay though one day he snapped and hurt them. Ever since he had a two tailed fox mark on his hand. His adopted family sent him away after that. His powers grow stronger and he could be around other kids. They all feared and hated him. So one night he run all the way to the family that took in his older brother only to find him living a nice warm life without him. All he could really remember was the words Tadashi had said, "thank god I don't have to deal with my younger brother. It was his fault that mom and dad are dead."

At that moment he know that he really was unwanted by everyone. The rested was downhill. He live by fighting and his power would later become well known. The legend of the Kitsune. Ha. What a joke.

All he felt was a lone. All he was a monster….nothing. He slid down and sat on the cold ground of the ally. This was hell. I want a home. Whatever anger or hatred that had fueled him before he run out. He was so done with this.

Just then he heard footsteps. He didn't want to move though. He was too tired to move. The man stopped in front of me. The man kneeled down and lifted my mask off my face.

"You look tired. I get it, you have been running from the world because you are different. My name is Erebus and I want to help you."

This man looked normal. Not really evil or good. He was average and nothing stood out. Though I couldn't keep going like I was so I took him up on his offer.

(2 years later):

Tadashi Hamada stepped of the out of the airport. He looked around at all the people and the skyscrapers. It was very different from his hometown. His adopted family had been sad to see him go. He was going to study at the San Fransokyo Institute of Technology. He could not wait. He was going to live at his aunt's café as he studied.

He found his moped that his adopted parents gave him and began his way to his aunt's place. Though he couldn't help but thing about the past. Of his real parents and of his little brother. Someone he had lost because of his stupid ideas and pride.

When he was younger his parents were driving to the store. Nothing special really though he and Hiro had to come along. They didn't trust us to stay home alone after what happened last time. Their parents come back to find the bookshelf knocked over and books everywhere. Not one of our best plans. The trip went normally as always though when got home and found that they had left Hiro's toy robot at the store. They said they would be right back though they never came home. They died in a car crash 2 blocks away.

He and Hiro were sent to an orphanage and he could stop but feel it was Hiro's fault that this even happened. So when he was taken in by the Yuki family he left Hiro behind. It became his biggest mistake. Even after finding his new home I felt a whole in his heart. He tried to shack it off but by the time he was 16 he could help but want to find his brother. He had to try to fix it somehow. He knew that he had most likely torn the brotherly bond they had apart. It was too late but he had to try. He looked up the records of his brother and found that he was taken in by a family that lived somewhere in this city, but one year later he went missing. Though they probably didn't look very hard as he was sent to the orphanage here after his foster parents didn't want him.

Tadashi knew it was a long shot but he had to try. He had thing sinking feeling that something bad had happened to him. He had made this mistake once and he won't do it again. Even if Hiro want him to leave he need to make should he was okay at least.

(Hiro at that moment):

He looked out at the city from the large open window of his room. His abilities had grown strong though he was worrying less about controlling them. For the most part he felt safe. His hair had grown out and was tied back with and silver cord with two small crystals at each end. It was inhibitor of sorts that suppressed his abilities. True to his word Erebus had helped his. He seemed to run an organization that gave a home to people with abilities like his. Though he could shack the feeling that something was wrong. Since he had come here had a place to live and could now not have to worry about losing control all the time. This place no matter how welcome it looked sometimes it felt cold. His thoughts went to a time long ago when he had a home and a family.

STOP IT. He couldn't break down again. And with one last look outside he closed the window and left the room and he thought of confront.

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Authors note: this is my first fanfic so if you read this be lenient. Also, sorry for any grammar errors.