(Michael/Masada's P.O.V)
I trudged up to the elevator, pressing the button for floor 20.
I was tired after a full shift as my brother, Jeff,'s crowd control.
He had gone to a huge party after his band's concert as usual, so I went straight home.
With a ding, the doors opened and my neighbor pushed past me to get inside the elevator.
With a sigh, I walk out into the empty hall.
My dull gaze searches the final apartment, the one I and my brother share.
I walk over to the familiar wooden door, pulling my key from my pocket and opening it.
I stepped inside and looked around.
It was a medium-sized room with a TV, a couch, a few gaming systems, a piano, and a couple tapestries and decorative Katana's on the walls.
I dragged myself to the couch and flopped down on to it, not bothering to take off my jacket and passed out almost instantly.
When I woke up, I heard 'strange' noises.
I looked over to see the door to Jeff's room was locked shut, and there was a third pair of shoes next to my sneakers and his elevator boots, obviously not either of ours, considering last I checked, we didn't own high heels...
I picked myself up off the couch, walking out to the balcony, feeling slight anger that he did it AGAIN, wanting to escape the indecent noises.
I looked out at the city, breathing in the fresh air.
It was really late, and little to no streetlights were still on.
Did I really sleep that long?
Well, then again, even though my current job isn't that important, the furry of Fangirls is nothing to underestimate...
"...Sore itaidesu..."
'It hurts?'
Is that...
Crying...?
I looked around, searching for the source.
My eyes landed on a girl in the apartment next to me on her balcony.
She looked to be sixteen at the eldest, her brown hair tied into twin braids with pink ties, and she was wearing a long sleeved pink sweater with a black and white checkered box on the chest, a short purple skirt, and red shoes.
She had her arms folded and resting on the railing, her face buried in her arms as her soft crying grabbed at my heart.
I hate to see anyone cry, and even more so when it's someone I know.
And her crying pulled at my heartstrings for whatever reason.
Albeit she was a stranger, I still wanted to help her.
"Are you okay?"
Authors Note: I wrote this a long time ago, and revised the first chapter. I really hope you like it, because I've written the rest of the chapters and they need revision before being posted.
Sorry for the short chapter guys. It's much more fleshed out than the original, though.
As always, feedback is appreciated and check out my other stories, and I will see you in the next chapter. Peace.