Disclaimer: If wishes were fishes...
Warnings: AU, Shounen Ai
Pairings: Touma+Seiji, Shuu+Shin, Ryo+Nasuti
Summary: Touma and his friends make up a secret group dedicated to the protection of Japan. While out one night, Touma stumbles across something that will change both his and his friends' lives...
A/N: I just wanted to find out if the anime took place in Shinjuku (at least part of the time), so I looked, and it did. But then I started looking at maps and information and stuff. Many hours had passed and a bunch of research took place. I just wanted to know where it happened...



Half-breed
by Amyeyl

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Chapter 1

It had been quite a taxing day for the blue haired boy, saving the world and such. Well, maybe not the world, but truth, justice and the Ame..eh, Japanese way. Okay, not even the whole of Japan. But Tokyo, definitely Tokyo. It had been quite a taxing day saving Tokyo, and now he just wanted a chance to relax.

So here he was, in Shinjuku Central Park, in search of relaxation. It was late at night and all of the salary men and office ladies had either gone home or headed to the east side of the district to satisfy some of their baser human needs, thus leaving the park relatively deserted. As he walked along, kicking at the occasional stone or twig, Touma came to the conclusion that he wasn't in the least bit relaxed. Being alone never really relaxed him; on the contrary it made him nervous and jumpy. So why had he bothered to come all the way out here, alone? It was better, he had decided, then staying at home while his teammates put their post-victory adrenaline rush to good use on their significant others. Seeing as how he was single, aside from the occasional "male bonding" moments they all shared, he felt kinda left out.

Checking his watch, he figured he'd been out of the house long enough and if he didn't want to miss one of the last few trains he'd better start on his way back. He left the park and walked through the pretty much deserted streets heading towards one of the many train stations. Arriving at the closest station and finding that no train would be arriving for at least a while, he decided to head to the large Shinjuku Station. This way he would get a bit more walking in and hopefully more company while he waited; even if they were staring off into space it was better than being alone.

On a whim, instead of sticking to the streets, he followed along near the train tracks. This was a more indirect route, but he wasn't in that much of a hurry. Besides, going this way he'd have an excuse to wander about Shomben Yokocho*. Even though many would disagree, he always found the place to be interesting, especially at night.

Touma smiled to himself as he neared the strip of land between the department store and the tracks. Some of the most interesting people hung around here. His friends thought him as crazy as they deemed the people there to be for enjoying it, but he never got over the thrill. Tonight was no different, even though nothing particularly interesting was going on. The occasional ramen shop was open for business, the even more occasional drunk stumbled by, and Touma felt his slightly dark mood lift. As he continued the final leg of his journey on foot, he was grinning from ear to ear. This place always made him feel better. He even laughed out loud as his stomach grumbled and got a few strange looks as he stopped to grab a quick meal.

Ramen in hand, he turned and exited the small restaurant. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a slight movement off to the side of the shop, and he frowned, defenses going up for some reason. He silently berated himself as he went to investigate, nothing too bad ever happened here, especially nothing world threatening. He laughed at his own foolishness and was about to leave when he saw it again. This time he was able to track it and eventually make out what it was in the semi-darkness.

It was a person, at least he thought it was a person. It was fairly large and hunched over, and it moved like a person would, but it was extremely filthy and very hairy. Curiosity thoroughly peeked, he inched closer to it so as not to frighten it. His efforts were in vain, however, as it was startled and made to run by him. Without really knowing why, he moved to stop the fleeing figure, almost dropping his ramen in the process. When the thing finally gave up its struggles and slumped in defeat, Touma noted that he was indeed holding a person. Said person was a little shorter than he and...currently dripping something onto his shirt.

Moving under a light and dragging the person with him, the blue haired boy peered at the large, newly formed stain. It was a dark red in color and caused him to look up in alarm. Blue eyes met a striking set of violet, and he almost let his captive go.

"Y-you're bleeding..." he managed to stammer, "I-I should...hospital! I should take you to a hospital!" This brought on a fresh set of struggles and cries of what could have been 'no'.

"Okay, okay, calm down. No hospital? You don't want me to take you to a hospital?" The struggles ceased somewhat, and the violet-eyed one shook their head, dark hair flying wildly about. Even Touma couldn't believe what he was going to say next, but for some reason he couldn't stop himself. Looking down into the violet eyes again he asked, "Why don't you come back with me then, and let me clean you up?"

Those eyes widened as the meaning of the words sunk in, and the struggles stopped completely as they stared in shock. A glance behind them and the dark head was nodding and tugging on Touma's sleeve. With a sigh, Touma started towards the station again, hoping he had enough money for two tickets after his impromptu dinner. Speaking of which...

"You must be hungry..." He held out his untouched container of ramen, which had somehow survived intact, if a little cold. Dirty hands detached from his sleeve and wrapped around the container, quickly delving into it with the proffered chopsticks. Slurping noises were heard as the duo made their way to the bright lights that signaled the entrance.

Back in the semi-dark, a group of frustrated men in black clothing came out of their respective hiding places and regrouped to quietly follow their target.

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*"Piss Alley", and apparently an interesting place to wander... the joys of research.