.:*HSV RTN*:. - Life Of The Black Rebel (Pt. 1)

As the sun had reached the middle of the sky, a young man was walking down the streets of the village The young man had his light brown hair was slicked back with a few of his bangs framing his face and he had three-studded piercings on both lobes of his ears. His attire consisted of a sleeveless, high-collared black shirt with pink trimming around the sleeves and collar, gray trousers, and zip up black and white shinobi sandals. He also wore fingerless black gloves, a rope necklace with a silver pendant of the village symbol on it, and a black forehead protector that was wrapped around his upper right arm.

Everything was going fine...until a few minutes ago when a random girl had spotted him and shouted indignantly, “Girls! It's him! It's the Black Rebel, Benkei Hotokegi!!!” Soon after, the screams of multiple girls had erupted into the clear blue sky as their squeals and giggles had oscillated across the village. Girls came from just about every place that you could imagined and it irritated the brunette to no end.

Right now, this young man was walking down the streets of the village, trying his hardest to ignore to advances of every single girl that tried to give him their love letters, their affections, anything and everything that had to do with trying to get with him or live out their hidden fantasies. The brunette couldn't believe that these girls were willing to give their bodies to him so easily. It was both disgusting and it made him believed that they didn't care about their own self respect.

Suddenly, a young girl with black curly hair and dark purple eyes was brave enough to clasp her arms in between his and snuggled her cheek against it. This made the brunette ceased his movements and looked down at the girl with a chafe expression. Benkei had glared at her, but it didn't frighten the girl nor did she budge from his gaze. “What do you want?”

The young girl had smiled at him and she spoke in a calm voice. “Benkei-san, I...I have liked you for a long time and I was wondering if you would like to go out sometime?”

And that was benediction. It was the same damn thing over and over and he was getting tired of having to repeat himself to these females. “You like me, huh? So does every damn woman in this enamored village. Listen, because I'm only going to tell you this once. Let go of my damn arm and I won't have to break yours...”

“That bad boy attitude of yours is SOOO cool!!!” The girl has stated, clearly swooning over his persona and not the threat itself that Benkei had made. Apparently, that was not the reaction he was looking for and he was getting even more agitated with the girl.

“That's not a threat, that's a promise.” Benkei said and he had meant ever word of it and this airhead that was clinging to him was just not getting it. “If you don't want that to happen, then get the hell off of me already.”

The girl had tilted her head to the side and she snuggled even more into his arm. Benkei felt several angry marks forming around his head and that was the last final straw. Screw being a damn gentleman and trying to reason wasn't exactly working with the girl that clung to his arm. Before he could even do anything, a fireball had blazed across the field and slithered under the feet of all the fan-girls. From feeling the intense heat from the fire, all the girls had jumped up and down to try and get away from the hazardous flames. After a while the fire had disappeared and the girls' panicked frenzy had came to an end.

“All right, you wannabe tarts...” A female voice had stated in a baleful voice. “I think it's time for you to get out of here. You're pestering him!”

All the fan-girls had turned behind them and they saw a young woman standing with a hand on her hip. Her right hand was glowing with a fireball and her eyes were glaring coldly at the other females. Her dark brown hair was cut short and it was styled short into a mullet. Her piercing silver eyes accented her fair skin and her mouth was fixed into a frown. Her right ear was pierced with a golden loop earring and she wore a black fingerless glove on her right hand and red bandages on her left wrist. The outfit she wore was a midriff mesh top and a light blue halter top, black pants with the metal protector on the side, and her boot length shinobi sandals pulled over them.

“It's her!” One of the girls was brave enough to speak after a deafening silence. “She's the Silver Vixen, Tamiko Bando!”

The raven was well known know for her fiery attitude, crass language and high obscenity usage. Most of all, the fan-girls of the Black Rebel had feared her tremendously. After the raven had took step forward, the horde of girls had stood a step back. Then Tamiko had only said one thing to them and that was all it took to get her point across.

“Beat it.”

Without much hesitation, all the fan-girls had screamed, scrambled, and ran around in different directions in order to get away from the vindictive raven. When they all had disappeared, only two people were left alone: Benkei Hotokegi and Tamiko Bando. What would happened to these two now that the rabid fan-girls were gone?

The two young people has stared at each other intensely and the wind around them had swirled the leaves all over the field. Magenta eyes had narrowed at silver ones as the brunette had crossed his arms around his chest. They haven't spoken and it had remained that way for a while...