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The streets of Tokyo, much more bright and colorful than people speak.
"Get in, get the info, get out."
Yuusuke walked down the street. That mantra repeated in his head. It was a new case, some strange sightings around town, tall green men he believed.
"Great first demons, now aliens" he muttered to himself.
He walked into the noodle bar. Apparently this was where the green men were last spotted.
"Welcome young man" the proprietor greeted.
Yuusuke grunted in acknowledgement looking around for anyone with info. Then the doorbell chimed again. He turned around to see a hooded figure sit down at the booth.
"I'll help you in a minute young man." The proprietor said to the hooded figure.
"Nah You're good." The hooded figure, no the boy said.
His voice caught Yuusuke's attention. It was like a rollercoaster.
"I'm just here to pick up an order for Michelangelo."
This hooded figures clothes did not match his personality. Sure his hoodie was orange and covered most his body, something told him that he would rather remove the hood than be wearing it at that very moment, the proprietor went to get his order when the door ringed again.
"H-hello" the boy stuttered.
"Cooro" the man yelled to someone in the back "take care of these customers while I get an order from the back."
"Hm."
The boy behind the counter got up and walked to them. That was when Yuusuke took in their appearances, the stuttering boy looked to be around his age. His hair was wild and green and his cheeks were dusted with freckles, his jacket was thick and looked like it belonged to his older brother most likely.
"H-hi I'll have a Shoyu Ramen with a green tea."
The boy behind the counter, whose name seemed to be Cooro, took his order. He looked like someone who you would see on a Native American Reservation, long black hair, large brown eyes, and copper colored skin, all topped off was a long braid, he was definitely not fully Japanese. His uniform definitely hid his personality, not as much as the hooded figure, but he would definitely remove the apron, nurse shoes, and bandana. His thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash outside. All four boys immediately stopped what they were doing and ran out to see what the hell was happening, the proprietor was surrounded by four goons who looked like they were yakuza rejects, and each looked like they had a weapon. Before he good get into a fighters position, out of nowhere the boy who stuttered and was covered in freckles tackled one of them to the ground. Then a chain flew from the hooded figure wrapping around the led pipe one of the goons was holding. And with a tug said goon was thrown back like a rag doll, one of the remaining goons then charge Yuusuke, Yuusuke threw punch after punch till there was nothing left but a bruised lump of flesh.
"You messed with the wrong crowd" the final goon growled.
"Really?" Yuusuke snickered "if you happen to run into them tell them I say hi."
"Why YoU" he lifted the cinderblock over his head only to drop it when he was all of a sudden lifted into the air.
"HEY WHAT THE-" he yelled.
"PUT ME DOWN!"
And that is exactly what Cooro did. From seven feet in the air, straight on his face, into a dumpster, and it was hilarious. The rest of the goons ran away, some on two legs, others on all fours, the guy who Cooro dropped into the dumpster rolled out and hobbled away. After said idiots ran Cooro ran over to see how his boss was fairing, it was then Yusuuke noticed a pair of large black wings sprouting from the boys back that shrunk into his soulders. He ran over to his boss who was crumpled on the ground, Yuusuke followed, all four boys lifted the man and carried him inside which scared a couple of the customers. The boy with the freckles told them to call an ambulance.
"Cooro" the noodle shop owner muttered "page my wife and your friends tell them what happened."
Cooro nodded "Where do you keep your ice?" the hooded boy asked.
"In the back."
Said hooded boy ran into the back to grab whatever ice he could find. Yuusuke followed, he looked closer at the boy as he rummaged through the ice bin collecting a few small bags like a kid scooping out candy from a barrel, that is when he noticed his hands.
"So, little green men."