Colorz: Redemption

Disclaimer: I don't own ppg, ppgz, or the name "Tobidogu Kano". The name belongs to Kudari-chan who is an amazing friend and letting me use it again!

Throughout the flight he felt completely uneasy. Like there was something huge, something absolutely gigantic he completely forgot in Japan. He packed everything in his apartment, he was positive.

He slid down in his seat, humming in annoyance. Planes. They really suck. Kano twitched as he glanced to his left. Especially when you're sitting next to a fat person who takes up the whole god damned row.

Irritated, he glanced down at his feet, which were out in the aisle to avoid getting anywhere near the large lady on his side. Of course, she'd called him adorable and talked about how amazing airplanes were the whole time. And the in-flight movie had been some retarded click flick he wouldn't be caught dead watching. And the kid behind him wouldn't shut up about some god-damned video game. Like Shou...

He sighed, clunking his head against the headrest of his chair. He hated airplanes. He hated traveling. Yes, this time he left on his own accord, which, in reflection, he should have done long ago. But he couldn't stop thinking about her. And he wanted to stop thinking about her. She was like a freaking splinter. He just couldn't get her out of his mind. She was better off with him gone. She'd be captain of all the sports teams, for sure. He smiled. She deserves it. Not like I deserve her, anyway.

And he needed to piss. Badly. But those crappy airplane toilets were always occupied by fossils. Who wanted to use a toilet after some old person did? Only another old person.

He frowned and checked his watch. We should be landing in California soon.

He had planned on going to New York City, but something about California had always captured a small part of his heart. It was his home. It just felt right. And New York was just too far away if he ever wanted to go back to see her.

He shook his head violently to snap himself out of his thoughts. He wasn't going to see her ever again. Ever. They were done, through by all means. He'd damaged her pride, he was sure. But not her heart.

He let out a breath and smiled softly when the pilot came over announcing the initial descent into the Los Angeles. It's good to be home.

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As he stepped off the plane and headed toward the baggage claim, he realized he had a problem. He didn't have anything but a Visa and a bit of spare cash. He didn't have a place to stay. And he didn't know anyone.

His grandparents were dead, and his uncle hated his father's guts. He pursed his lips. What the hell have I gotten myself into?

After he claimed his luggage, he ambled out of the airport, staring at the taxis and buses coming to and fro. Damn. It would suck to be a driver. He knew he didn't have the money for a taxi, or much anything else, so he tossed his bag over his shoulder- it was just a gym bag, he didn't actually have that much stuff- and took off down the side of the road.

He ended up hitchhiking to downtown Los Angeles. Not like he had much of a choice were he was going, as the driver was a big old man who was determined to dump him off at a homeless shelter.

He wasn't homeless. Technically, at least. He had somewhere to go. That somewhere was just in a totally different city somewhere far away from Los Angeles. His dad's house. But hell, now he was in downtown Los Angeles. Which was about a 5 hour drive from his house.

Kano had been here before. He remembered a lot of homeless kids. As he walked along the sidewalks of LA, away from the homeless shelter he'd been dropped off at, he ran across quite a few of them.

It was a hard thing to grasp. Half of him felt sorry for the kid, all dirty and starving. But the other half knew there was a vacant homeless shelter a few blocks down the road with willing volunteers to help get these kids' lives back together. So he did the typical American thing and just ignored them.

He wandered nonchalantly down the street until he stumbled across 3 police cars and an ambulance in some side street. A kid his age was being interrogated about something, and Kano's curiosity got the better of him. He slowed his pace to hear the scoop.

The policewoman looked pretty peeved at the dirty kid, who was probably, now seeing him up close, younger than Kano. The kid was staring at the ground, his dirty hair- it was hard to tell the exact color- covering most of his face.

Kano walked by, raising his eyebrows, until a pissed policeman grabbed his arm and tossed him into the other kid.

"What do you know about this?!" The man shouted, glaring at Kano.

"Um, what?"

"This murder, what do you kids know?"

The woman nudged the man in the side harshly.

"I'll handle this, Johnson. Just go clear stuff up."

The man walked away, his hands shoved in his pockets and mumbling cuss words under his breath. The woman turned back around with a sigh, looking at Kano.

"What's his name?"

The kid next to Kano flinched. "We called 'em old Rusty..."

The policewoman sighed. "Do you know his real name?" She glanced at the kid, then at Kano, and furrowed her brows. "You aren't from the streets, are you?"

"Uh, no." Kano replied, scratching the back of his head. "But that's probably where I'm going to end up."

The policewoman sighed again and turned back to the other kid. "Do you know Rusty's real name?"

"No." was the reply.

"What's your real name?"

"None of your business."

She rubbed her temples. "Alright. You two are free. Just... just stay out of trouble, will you?"

The kid shrugged and began to walk away but bumped into Kano.

"You."

Kano raised his brows. "Me?"

"Yeah, what's your name?"

"Tobi-"

The kid shoved him into a wall. "Not that name, you moron. Your street name."

Kano blinked. "Street... name...?"

The kid smirked. "You really are fresh. Yes, you nitwit, your street name."

Kano racked his brain, trying to come up with something.

"I'm... Butch."

The guy looked up and raised a brow. "Butch. Have you ever been to Japan?"

Kano snorted. "That's random."

"Have you?"

"Yeah, I was just-"

The kid cut him off. "That's all I need to know. Look, you're coming with me."

Kano pulled back his wrist. "Wait a damn second. If I'm going with you and shooting my original plan to hell, you're going to tell me your name."

The kid smirked again, flipping his hair back to reveal bright blue eyes. "Call me Boomer."

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Not long, I know. I just wanted to make sure you all know I haven't forgotten it.

I've gotten a lot of questions about the Colorz fic for Bubbles and Boomer. I'm not sure yet. Maybe. Probably. Eventually.

Depends on how this story goes. This is probably going to be a bit longer than Envy. And I'm planning on rainbow romance, but don't beg me to put it in. It'll happen. These first few chapters will be character development. OMG STACY IS DEVELOPING CHARACTERS? WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?

And a shoutout to Numbeh 013 because you know, I was curious to how the rowdyruff boys would form too. And you're the one that pointed out that waaay obvious flaw in Envy. I didn't even think about it! But you'll have to wait and see in the next chapters how the other boys get their powers and end up in LA. That's kind of what sparked my idea for the sequel, I guess.

I hope you all enjoyed it! And yes, this author's note is far too long. My bad?