<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e327/steusloffa/Dicks/Edits/e09da356-ab51-404b-8e52-abb6f50244c8_zps71c9a237.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF0000">Izu</span></span></div><br/><br/>Dull rays of light pierced the darkness of an exceedingly under furnished room. A small mattress laid on the ground, on it laid a skinny man dressed only in a pair of boxer-briefs. The man slowly began to stir as the light crept further and further onto his face, forcing a groan to escape his lips. The you man laid motionless in bed for what seemed like hours, though in reality was much less time than that. Gray eyes slowly opened to gaze at a small radio, it was already morning. The man silently began to get up, a hand planting firmly on the ground to assist in getting him to his feet. A few beer bottles clinked and rolled across an old wooden floor as a tired hand reached for a cell phone. Tired eyes gazed at the small screen, he had twenty missed calls and ten unread texts, though it didn't seem to stir any reaction from the man. As if by some sort of ironic miracle, music began to play from his small radio as the time rolled over to 6:05 am.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0000FF">"I believe I can see the future..."</span>it started as Izu shambled out his bedroom door and into the living room, beginning his morning ritual.<span style="color: #0000FF">"Cause I repeat the same routine."</span>the song continued as the man walked into his kitchen, readying his old coffee pot with some grounds and water. A small scowl appeared across his lips as the song went on, Izu hated painfully relevant songs, and this was one of the worst ones. The next few hours went by in a dull, slow, blur. Izu drank his coffee, got undressed and took a shower, then redressed and exited his apartment to go take care of some issues with the apartment complex he lived in. You see, Izu was in charge of keeping the complex running smoothly, or as smooth as possible in this slum of a place. It seemed like he was always fighting a loosing battle with the old building. As if being visited by some magical calamity fairy, at least one tenant a day thought they would die if Izu wasn't up at the crack of dawn to fix their oh so important problem. That wasn't his only job, thankfully. Izu was also the caretaker of a nearby graveyard. It was a pretty sweet job with all things considered. He got payed the same amount every week even if he didn't have anything to do. All that was required of him was to keep the graveyard in a semi-presentable manner at all times.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF0000">"Well maybe if you shaved that damn seventies bush you no doubt have, you wouldn't need me to come and unclog your shower drain every week, now would you?"</span></span>Izu said irritably, an older woman scoffing at him. She was about to retort, but Izu shut the door in her face and walked away.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF0000">"Ungrateful hag..."</span></span>he said to himself, finally done with his last work order of the day. Feeling the need for a beer or two, Izu left the complex and headed down the street to go to whatever bar his feet would take him to.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">~Time Skip~</div><br/><br/>The sun was now starting to set as Izu made his way home from the bar, beer bottle in hand. It was by chance that he happened across a very strange situation. It seemed that a small group of men were chasing a naked, winged, girl down the street. Logic dictated that Izu should ignore the situation, that it wasn't his problem. There was one small issue with that though, Izu really wanted to vent some anger on someone for a while now, and this was a perfect opportunity. As the young man approached the scene, as if on cue, the strange girl gave out a loud cry of anguish as one man managed to grab a wing, ripping it. They seemed oblivious of Izu as he got closer and closer. By the time one of the men noticed his presence, it was to late. Izu smashed the bottle right into the head of the man holding the strange girl. Needless to say, the man dropped  the girl and howled in pain. Izu gave the group no time to react though, slamming his fist into the face of another man, then grabbing the last one by the shirt before delivering a headbutt.<br/><br/>Izu instantly regretted that decision as pain surged from his head to his toes. In the end, no one wins when someone gets headbutted. That was all it took though to scare the attackers away, leaving just Izu and the strange girl alone with each other. Now the first thing he noticed was obviously her wings. He had noticed that detail from a distance before all this began, but now that he was closer he could see just how much damage was done to her. In any normal situation, Izu would have called an ambulance and then walked away, being done with the situation. That wasn't really an option at the moment though. Chances are that the girl wouldn't get the kind of help she wanted that way, so he had to make a call. Either leave her to fend for herself, or bring her with him and help her. Unfortunately for the girl, Izu happened to be a massive asshole.<br/><br/>The young man took his shirt and tossed it over the girl,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF0000">"Good luck and don't get ass raped."</span></span>he said before walking away from the girl. It felt good to do good deeds.