Description: When Yoyo went missing, both Beat and Rhyth were hit hard. What kind of thoughts are going through their minds as they continually come closer to finding their missing member?

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Family

Includes: Mention of a Fan Character, Rhyth/Yoyo pairing, and plenty of fanverse.

Warnings: None


The Concept of Love

Chapter 1 :: YOYO

The last thing he remembered was getting caught. Why he thought going after the new "cops" in town by himself was a good idea, he didn't remember. But he knew he made a big mistake, the biggest one of his life.

Everything was bright, too bright for him. He covered his eyes with his hand and noticed his glasses were missing.

"Great," he mumbled, searching the floor for his red rimmed sunglasses. Without them he felt weak - no one in the GGs knew he couldn't see without them, except maybe Beat.

Beat... That's why. He went after the cops to impress Beat.

The memory played back to him like an old grainy film: One of his friends from another gang had heard a rumour about some new cops in town and that they were Rokkaku's "special police". They were equipped with all the latest technology and had the ability to blend in with everyone. One had even managed to infiltrate the streets and get in with one of the gangs.

Who was it?

No one knew for sure.

He was going to find out.

His plan was simple: Find the traitor. Expose the new police. Beat would no longer consider him weak. They could go back to old times, and they wouldn't need to hide their relationship anymore.

But that all backfired as soon as he got caught.

How?

He couldn't remember.

He was snapped back into the present as he felt himself falling off an edge. What stopped him from plummeting who knows how far was his face being planted into a pole. He shuffled back, clutching his nose to stop the bleeding caused by the impact.

A pole? No, bars, like the ones found on a jail cell. But the edge...

A cage. He was in a cage. Trapped like an animal. Put on display for everyone to know what an idiot he was, and how weak and useless he truly was.

"Go ahead. See if I care," he spoke to anyone who could possibly hear, but he knew that he did. Like he was going to show that to the world. He had gotten good at hiding the truth, at telling lies. No one could tell if he was lying or not: he was infamous for his silver tongue. He had to, for his sake and for Beat's too. He had to convince everyone that Beat was just another punk on the street, not nearly as close to him as he was. He even had to convince himself most of the time. It hurt, but it was for the best or something like that. Beat's words, not his.

The bleeding finally stopped, but his head was fuzzy from the loss. The world continued blending into various shades of orange.

Orange... Sunset. He was in Kogane-cho. But where? He could be anywhere and no one would be able to find him, because everything there looked the same. Rokkaku-Dai, Kibogaoka, all of Kogane-cho were residential zones famous for their beautiful sunsets, the endless reaches of houses, and water hazards.

Where the hell was he?

He was in deep. Were they looking for him? Was he even worth it? To the GGs, he was the newbie who couldn't really be trusted on his own. While the others travelled by themselves, he always had someone to back him up, usually Rhyth since meeting her in Rokkaku-Dai Heights... She was great, always willing to go out with him when no one else would...

Was she looking? Did she feel the same way as he did? If anyone could find him, it would be her: Kogane-cho was her turf after all!

Maybe she was there right now! It was at least worth a shot.

"Rhyth!" he yelled out, only to be greeted with a thousand echoes of his own voice shouting her name.

What the hell? That shouldn't have happened... Unless he was in an enclosed space... No way. They couldn't have taken him there of all places...

The Fortified Residential Zone.

When you got into the sewers, you could go one of four ways: deeper into Poison Jam territory, Rokkaku-Dai Heights, Kibogaoka Hill, or the FRZ. No one really wanted to go there because the "Zone" was cut off from the rest of Tokyo-to, and the protesters were getting rough with the cops. It became "fortified" with the insane amount of cops on duty and rumours of military presence were enough to keep everyone away. Even tough-guy Garam refused to enter the Zone.

Pieces started connecting like a puzzle: himself, the cage, the FRZ...

Because of his stupidity, he was going to get the GGs killed. Simple as that.

Now he wished they wouldn't find him, that they would leave him to die, make him pay for his recklessness. He didn't mean for this to happen, it just did! He didn't want Beat to get hurt, or Rhyth either. He didn't want the GGs to be destroyed, they were his family!

Family... There was a word he hadn't used in years. Not since he joined the Original GGs.

He was only 15 at the time, but he was one of the best taggers on the streets. A friend had told him about a gang called the GGs run by some runaway redhead, and that was all he needed to hear before running off. In Tokyo-to, there weren't too many redheads running around, much less anyone running the GGs. That was the name of the gang he and his brother were going to run before he was taken away. He finally found them and challenged them to a game, his best game. He didn't know the name of it, but he knew the rules off by heart. First one to tag the designated spot wins.

He lost, but they were so impressed that they let him join. He was ecstatic, expecting to see his brother at last.

But all he found was Beat.

Beat is not his brother, he had to remind himself. Beat is just another punk on the street.

They both had red hair, they both had the same blood type, they both had the same mother, they both grew up in Hokkaido together, they both saw their mother being arrested, they both ran away to Tokyo-to together, they both met that sad little girl without a family on the train, they both took her in, they both raised her, they both decided to start a gang, they both agreed on naming it the GGs, they both laughed at their craziness, they both cried when their mother was thrown in jail, when that little girl was taken away, when they were separated...

But none of that mattered, because Beat was just another punk on the street. Beat was not his brother.

Before he died, he wanted one thing. Just one.

He just wanted to see his brother one more time.