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Ryuusei is a strange man and that is rather plain to see. And he is a strong man too, that statement also raises no questions. It seems that Ryo has perfected the spiritual force inside his soul that the entwining black and white of Yin/Yang symbolizes. He has found the harmonious balance between female and male energy, dark and light energy, and this is a very challenging thing to do. Yet this was involuntary, he had no choice in the matter and though he is in this way a more level headed and well grounded being than most of us can vouch for ourselves, the discovery of such sought-after inner peace has left him to appear a little… eccentric at first glance.

But who could blame him? Ryuusei has been dealt an unfavorable hand of cards, he's no stranger to the rough road and he's had to play mother for more than one person in his lifetime. It can be assumed that his optimism, his childish way of viewing the world around him is his secret weapon that gives him the audacity to keep on moving.

To truly understand his personality, one would have to know the major details of his life. One would have to go back in time, turn back the clock and look deeply into the thick volume of twisted and depressive lore, that knows just as much pain as it does victorious triumphs; one would have to learn his life story.

18 years old, alone, destitute and utterly confused.

Ryuusei is a young man whose first step into adulthood was taken long ago, far before its intended time and Ryo is afraid of the world around him. It's the unknown that scares him most, but he carries on anyhow. Without a hand to guide him, and without a shoulder to lean on, he has enough sense to know that he has to keep moving for if he should stop, he will surely drown.

Both of his parents are gone; they took each other out in a way. People say he's heartless for not feeling any form of sorrow after their deaths. He knows he probably should have cried at least once, but he also knows that they were never really there for him anyway. He needed their help and approval many times before, but when he reached out they turned their backs and his anger wouldn't let him mourn for any strangers.

No love lost.

After their deaths, Ryuusei ran away, determined to start a fresh. His uncle had his own family; he wouldn't dare stick around and be his beast of burden. His sister was older, and had only recently met a boyfriend whom she intended to marry. She wouldn't need Ryuusei either so there wasn't much in the way of a decision to stay or not. Sure, there was probably some sort of organization who could help young people like him, but the thought of being bombarded by idiots in business suits who would think that they knew him swayed him from seeking help.

Now, his hair is long, just past his shoulders. His face is dirty and his tattered clothes provide little warmth against the raging tempest that plunders down outside the shelter of the train bay that has been his home for the last few weeks. He clears his throat, trying to be rid of an awful tickle that has been bugging him. He's falling ill.

He opens a can of soup that will be his meal for the night. The money he collected before he left his living family is steadily declining in existence.

There is a pocket knife in his barely-there jacket; he keeps it there for self defense. He hasn't had to use it yet, but with all the space-eyed, twitching lunatics that walk among him each night talking to themselves, he can never be too sure of his safety.

Along with his pocket knife, is something that his grandfather gave him before he himself passed over ten years ago. Of all his direct family, his mother, father, his uncle and his sister, his grandfather was the one whom he truly felt close to. When he was with Grandfather, he felt like he'd finally come home. Then, one suspiciously chilly spring morning when he was 11, Ryo ran into his Grandfather's room as was usual, only to find that he wasn't snoring which was very strange indeed. Suddenly, Grandfather wouldn't be around anymore.

Yet this object in his pocket is the most meaningful thing in the world to him at the moment, in a way, it is his sanity keeper. It's a small, round object and it's rather damaged because he hasn't been able to get it to a mechanic in a while. It's his Bey, Pegasus, and the knowledge that it in on his exterior body gives a feeling of company.

He sips back the last of the soup, at first the soup was never enough to fill his stomach entirely and hunger pains would be added to the list of things that would keep him awake at night. Now, his stomach has shrunk and despite the bitter taste of the cheap soup, he almost feels too full.

Back he reclines onto the flattened cardboard box he uses for sleeping. It's damp, and it smells of wet dirt, but it is more than he can ask for. He huddles into himself trying to black out a cold draft. The rain outside his shelter is too heavy to see the stars tonight, so he doesn't know what time it is. He reminds himself to wake with the sun so as to beat the rush of people that will flood through the station in the morning.

He also thinks of the girl he watches every a.m. He hasn't allowed her to see himself yet, he's ashamed of his appearance, but Ryo thinks she's a very, very pretty young lady. For an odd reason, he feels that she is the only reason he is able to haul himself out of the darkness he's eloped in and try again each morrow.

Ryuusei hopes that when he gets a job and a new set of clothes, he can build the courage to talk to her, maybe ask her how her day has been so far, or even ask for her name. He's sure it's something as elegant as her. But job-hunting is hard right now, no employer will take a homeless 18 year old in straggly clothes aboard.

The girl's sweet face is what he thinks about before he falls to slumber. And then the nightmares come again.

I know it's not a FANTASTIC idea for a story, but I wanted to write it anyway. It's been rotting away on my computer for fifty years so I thought "Hmmm, I wonder if I can turn this into something?".

Also, does anyone have a name for Ginga's mother? I seriously don't know what to call her...