"Tatsuya," he cried out as he ran to his brother's side, he stared down at his pale face. He looked terrible. He seized the older boy by his shoulders before he shook them lightly, he watched grey orbs flicker for a moment before they slowly gazed back at him.

"Taiga?" He asked softly, then he yawned, the effects of the drug his captors had administered.

The younger boy wrapped an arm around him, helping him to his feet. "C'mon, Tatsuya," he said, hoping to encourage his brother. "My... friends can't hold them off for so long, we need to be quick." He told him, his red gaze looked about the warehouse. Crashes and shots were fired from the other side of the building, he heard something break but he didn't pay any heed, he needed to get Tatsuya out.

Grey eyes dropped to the boy's lower back, was that bandages peeking out from his pants? He saw the bloodstains that peaked from beneath the bandage, his eyes narrowed. "Taiga," he whispered lowly. "What happened to your lower back?" He asked. The red haired boy's body stiffened.

"Nothing." He didn't need to know, Kagami told himself. His eyes gazed before he spotted an opening. "When I say run," he told Himuro "We run, okay?" Himuro nodded.

His red eyes looked to the shadows where he assailants and his 'friends' where having a shoot out, he waited. Come on, he mentally screamed before his saw the assailants stop to reload their guns. "Run!" He muttered before their little legs too off. He didn't dare look back as he heard shots being fired again. They kept running.

When they were out, Kagami led them to a park nearby the dock Himuro's captors had held him in. They rested by a tree, Himuro stared at him weakly, his eyes flickering again. He was slowly slipping unconscious again. "Taiga... Is this real?" He asked.

Kagami stared him, tears brimmed his eyes as he shook his head. "No," he replied. "This is just a dream, Tatsuya." Said Kagami, his eyes staring up at the clouds.

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"Did you locate the target?"

"Target has been found." The person spoke, her gaze staring at the apartment building across the street. "How many are you sending?" She asked.

"All units in," spoke the voice. "Nobody leaves the Ring alive."

She was silent.

"Understood."