Disclaimer. I do not own Gravitation and make no money from this story.
Aizawa Taki curled against his worn out dirty blanket. The the hole's in the fabric made the blanket almost useless in keeping him warm. But Tacki kept it anyway, it was all he had. His once beautiful hair was now dirty and ragged. His beautiful face that use to shine with pride and superiority was as hollow as his cheek bones. He couldn't even remember the last time he ate. Maybe three, four days ago? Getting up he walked down the alleyway. He liked to avoid the busy streets. The first few days he was on the streets people were constantly asking him if he was famous singer Aizawa Taki and if he was what was he doing on the streets? He hated those moments most. He could admit how he loss everything so instead of answering he walked away with his head down. Eventually people stopped asking him. He figured he must not look like his former self any more. It's been awhile since he's seen his reflection but he could guess how pathetic he looks. With long hair and dirty clothes he must look like a bum, a starving bum with his ribs showing.
Reaching the dumpster behind a fast food restaurant he went through the trash hoping to find some left over. Oh how the mighty have fallen. He use to by a famous star worshiped and beloved by all. Now he was just a nobody, no worse, he was homeless, job less and dreamless. After Segushi Tohma had fire Ask, he put out the word to other music organizations not to hire him. No one would go against Tohma, he was a powerful man, top dog in everything music. With only a high school degree it was hard looking for another job. Especially when the news came out he was a disgrace musician. No body wanted to trust him. His friend Makun and Kenchan blamed him for loosing their music career and abandoned him.
The bank repossessed all his things and kicked him out of his home. Everything was taken from him. It was horrible. He wasn't living, he was surviving? Why did he want to keep living if he had nothing to live for? But nerveless he found away to make it each day.
His meal today consisted of a hafe eaten burger stained with lip stick and soggy french fries. Coughing violently he ate the food. For the last few days he hadn't been feeling good, or worse than usually. He had developed a violent cough and he felt so much weaker. Must be a cold from sleeping in the snow.
Aizawa had to be careful, last time the manager chased him away with a knife. At night it was even more dangerous. Thugs liked to beat homeless people up for fun. They never got caught, after all who would care if a bum got killed? In fact people think they are doing their community a favor by cleaning up the trash.
Feeling weaker and weaker he walked down the black. It was about ten at night now. Not many people were still walking around. The only safe place was the community park. The guard let the homeless people sleep there at night. That way the thugs wouldn't get to them.
Caring his little book bag, that he found on the street he walked into the park. He would find a nice a bench and sleep on it till morning. Maybe a good nights rest would fix him up. The nauseous feeling he had was getting stronger.
"Taki, is that you?"
He turned around to see the last person he wanted to deal with, Shindou Shichi, the pink haired bastard was right in front of him.
"What are you doing here?"
"I jog through this park every night."
Shheee, the kid was just asking to get molested or rapped again. Taki didn't like to think about the evil stuff he had done to try and keep his top mark position. This man in front of him was just a reminder.
"I'm sorry for what I did" He backed away feeling dizzy. "Please just go away."
Some how he was on the ground now. The bright moon was above him and the pink hair man was crouched down by hid side. Did Shichi punch him? No, he must of fell on his own.
The guy was above him crying. He was saying something to him but the world was spinning and the only thing he herd was the blood rushing to his head.
"I'm sorry" He said before everything went down.