Homare stared at the man in front of him. Correction; he was staring at the man lying on the ground in front of him.

A shot had been fired, but when the bullet hit the wrong target the gang had scattered and run away, leaving the two men alone.

It hadn't even been a fight to protect Ayase, merely some punks who though it'd been a great idea to rob some "weak businessmen".

Homare stared at the man on the ground and slowly walked up to him, his legs weighting more than a ton, and sank down beside the man, careful as to not touch the puddle of crimson liquid.

"Misao …" he said

It felt strange and wrong to say his brother's name, as they only referred to each other as "ototou" and "aniki".

The pair of emotionless eyes, in them there was no sign of pain or hurt, peered up from a pale face to stare at the older one of them. Something vaguely like depression could be hinted in the dark depths that were Misao's eyes, but it could easily be his own eyes playing him a trick.

"You owe me" Misao suddenly said, and sat up

Homare jaw literally drop, as he stared wide-eyed on his brother, barely uttering a word as the other stood up and brushed of some dust off of his suit. He then proceeded to take out something from his chest pocket, stared at it and sighed lightly, before tossing a can on the ground.

Said can wore a bullet hole in the side, and you could barely make out the sign of "Cranberry Juice" because of said substance running out of the can. The younger of the twins inspected his jacket and shirt, a look of dismay on his face, and turned to his brother.

"You own me a new suit … and a can of cranberry juice" he said, before walking away

"Jerk! Don't act like you're dead!" Homare said and walked up to him

"I never said I was dead" the younger one retorted