The concert was amazing. I was surprised that my ears weren't bleeding from the overexposure to the sound of amps and rock music on full blast. The vocalist bows to us, his audience, before he leaves the stage followed closely by his band. The room clears out, my brother and I with the crowd.

My brother, he was a 14 year old who went by the name of Drizzle. He never liked using his really name. He was Rai Daisute Shura by birth and Drizzle Shower to everyone else. He had a full head of golden hair and bright blue eyes, similar to my own. Rai thought of himself as a gangster, and in honest opinions, I'd consider him one. At my side, he kept his focus on his cell phone, his fingers tapping at the keys rapidly.

And who was I? I was Akiko Ryo Shura. My hair a dark red, almost crimson colour. 15 years old, blue eyes, and a horrid temper. But no one spoke to me. Nor did they speak to Driz. We were like…outcasts. Outcasts in our own hometown. Shibuya, of course. The crowded streets were like home to us. From the buses to the styles, it was everything.

But back to me. Was I attractive? Fairly, though that was debatable. Was I tough? That's possible. I wasn't a force to be reckoned with. I felt…different. I was weird. So was Driz. We were two people who just didn't get along with the average person. The constant call of 'weirdo' in the street was a pain at first, but as we both walked through the thick, humid summer night air, we ignored the hisses.

We didn't need to worry about what other people thought of us. We were two of a kind, and we had each other.

Driz looked at me from the corner of his eye, his eyebrow raised. I gave him my own look in questioning. He pointed down the street, and my eyes followed his finger down the street to a very skittish looking man. His eyes were restless, red veins in the whites of his eyes. His brown hair was shaggy and unkempt. He wore a suspicious trench coat.

I felt very uncomfortable suddenly. Driz shuffled to the other side of the street, and I followed after him.

The man was brandishing something to a woman who worked here in A-East. She was speaking frantically, and that caught our attention. He hissed in a very harsh voice and brandished it again.

"He's creeping me out." Driz said. I nodded, mentally agreeing with him. A couple older adults stopped around us, and watched the scene with us. The man lunged at the woman, and she let out a scream of terror that made me jump. Driz hissed under his breath and grabbed my wrist. Other people started to scramble around us, but something unbelievable happened.

"GIVE ME THE KIDS!" The attacker shouted across the street. "ALL OF THE KIDS!"

The crazy man across the street broke into a run, the wild, mad looking in his eyes. He was brandishing a knife. Its tip was covered in a red liquid I hoped wasn't blood.

There was screams of the crowds around us.

Several people around us were caught in his frenzy, and I felt my heart beat catch up with me.

"Fuck Aki, MOVE!" Driz yelled, ripping me from my spot on the street and breaking into a run. Thoughts ran through my mind, hearing more screams behind me. I panicked, panicked and ran. Driz looked behind him and I saw the frightened look in his eyes. I looked back, instantly regretting it. The crazy man had just plunged the weapon into my thigh. I let out a yelp and kicked and screamed. Driz got on the man's back and constantly bashed his head with his fists. The man, wild and savage, took a stab at Driz.

And manage to get him good.

My heart sunk in my chest, down into my feet, and shattered on the concrete below me. I had never felt so numb in my life. The man savaged my brother, and I couldn't do anything at all. My body had shut down. Driz's face…slashed. His chest, cut. A gash by his neck, his breathing faint. The man advanced on me, and I looked up at him solemnly. The fear was clearly etched in my face. CLEARLY.

Life was nothing without Driz.

If Driz is going, I'm going with him.

That's how we roll, we're always together…

And that's the last thing I thought before the numbness slowly turned into the pain of death.

My body hit the ground, I smelt copper. The smell made me nauseous, knowing it was my own blood.

From the spot I fell, I could see Driz's slashed face. His beautiful blue eyes, closed. A stream of blood had overlapped his right eyebrow. The substance was matted in his golden locks. The numbness came back, the will to close my eyes so strong. And I managed to muster my mouth to move.

"We'll always be together…and what a wonderful world it will be."

Little did I know.