I'm sooo sorry for taking so long to update Dx And I had to re edit this whole thing since the internet cut out just as I went to save it (so pissed right now). So I won't be working on it next week since I'll be on a school trip to Minneapolis. Soo excited~!

And I got my Driver's Licence (Learner's) 2 weeks ago :D I'm totally ready to go and crash and die~! Just kidding, I'm an awesome driver :D

So without further ado...

His headset beeped, startling him out of his reverie. He hit the button on his headset before saying, "Joshua here."

"Josh, you need to get out of there!" It was Shiki's voice and she sounded panicked. He felt his pulse quicken.

"What's wrong?"

"The computer must have set off a silent alarm! There are guards coming up the stairwell and they'll be there any second! Get out of there!"

The door flew open with a crash.

Joshua knew he had to think fast, but he felt himself freeze up.

Move! Move! He screamed mentally, his heart pounding in his ears. He could see the outlines of the guards rushing in and somewhere in the back of his mind, he thanked the computer for spewing so much smoke that they couldn't see him just yet.

Now Joshua had a plan that formed as he stood there motionless. He could make it out without being spotted if he carefully made his way over to the window and leapt from it to a lower roof; the cons being a rough landing from the far fall which would most likely result in a broken bone or two and lots of bruises.

Joshua would rather try his faulty plan than stick around and be 'dealt with' like that Yoshiki guy had. So he turned to carry out his idea, trying to not cough too loudly from the smoke filling the room at a fast rate.

The smoke may have helped him stay unseen for the moment but it was also a hindrance to his sight as well. It was probably the main reason that the events that unfolded after this had happened as they had.

As he was about to make his hasty retreat, a thought popped into his mind.

Where is my bag?

Just then, he felt his foot catch on something. Before he could even react or even feel surprised, he was sprawled out on the ground. Glancing back, he saw his foot was caught in the strap of his backpack.

"Found it..," he groaned, feeling like an idiot.

"He's over there!" one of the guards, who had heard his elegant screw up, shouted and gunshots rang out. He could hear the bullets whizzing past him and he decided now was the best time to get out of there.

He scrambled to his feet, ducking and cursing as bullets flew past him. He snatched his bag off the ground and fled in the opposite direction.

"Window, window, window...," he chanted frantically, searching through the haze for his escape.

Searing pain shot through his shoulder and he bit on his tongue to stop a scream from escaping. He knew that that was definitely a gunshot wound so there was really no need to look at it just yet. What difference would it make anyways?

A hand grabbed his shoulder and Joshua whirled, punching the guy's lights out before he could even utter a word. Joshua was well-trained in melee for these situations.

Guns are a different story, he thought bitterly, feeling the stabbing pain in his shoulder.

He felt along the wall until his fingers came in contact with what he figured was a doorknob. For a second he wondered if he had somehow gotten back to the entrance then considered that the guard's shouting and shots were behind him. They wouldn't stray too far from the door until the smoke cleared up.

That buys me some time.

Testing the knob, he breathed a sigh of relief to find it unlocked.

Gently pushing it open, he slipped in and closed the door, quickly yet cautiously. Turning, he was glad to see the smoke hadn't gotten in the room. He surveyed the room: a small office that didn't seem to be used at the time. And there was a window.

"Perfect," he whispered, ignoring how his voice sounded weak. Now wasn't the time to worry about his condition; the adrenaline would keep him going until he got out.

He moved to the window and peered out it before groaning.

"That's...quite the jump."

The street wasn't that wide and he could easily clear it but he was worried about how low the building on the other side was; it would be a far fall and rolling would only help with the force so much.

"Well, better roll with this," he decided before snickering at his pun.

Because when you hit the ground you have to roll. Oh wow, I'm losing it.

He slapped himself lightly on the face. He was already starting to feel a little light-headed.

"Suffering from blood loss? Did I maybe get shot more than once?" he wondered out loud. His leg did feel a little goofy and stiff, but he didn't bother to check.

No time...no time...no time...

He brought his foot up and smashed the window with a solid kick.

The gunshots ceased in the other room and he assumed they must have heard him.

Not sticking around to find out.

He braced himself against the far wall, preparing to push of. He would have to build as much momentum as possible in the small room. But he could do it.

Maybe.

He shoved away from the wall and flew full speed towards the window. He was gaining speed fast and he barely noticed the door crashing open as his foot left the window frame and he was flying through open space. He watched the pedestrians underneath him as he flew overhead. No one seemed to notice him and that was good.

Something loud sounded behind him and he felt his body jolt. For a moment, he was suspended in air and everything went white.

He blanked. For how long, he didn't know. The wind disappeared, the fear dissipated, and calmness enwrapped him. He fell into it, savoring the moment.

But this isn't right.

Then he was hitting the roof. He didn't even have time to feel surprised as he landed awkwardly, foot twisting in a way it shouldn't and his body slamming into the ground.

His momentum kept him going and he logged rolled a few times before coming to a rest against the railing. Groaning, he stayed collapsed on the ground, too dazed to move. Then he slowly dragged himself up, using the railing as a crutch. His hand went up to his ear to turn on his headset but felt nothing but his ear.

"What? Did I lose it at some point?" he wondered out loud, glancing around the roof. It wasn't anywhere he could see.

Hopefully, if I did lose it in the building, it got destroyed or something.

He didn't give it much thought, still intent on getting as far away as possible. He hobbled over to the door on the roof, which led down into the building.

He stumbled down the steps, hoping no one was around to spot him. He imagined he didn't look that good at the moment.

Yeah right. I'm always fabulous.

He had to get a grip or else he was going to lose it.

Ignoring his inner turmoil, he continued to stagger down the stairs of what he figured to be an apartment. He barely noticed how he was smearing blood along the walls as he limped down the hallways.

Need to get out, need to get out, need to get out..., he repeated over and over. It kept him going.

A shrill scream startled him and he turned to see a young woman standing there petrified. She was pale and looked ready to faint from sheer fright. He ignored her and continued on, mind telling him she wasn't important and was not needed to get out.

"H-hey! You're hurt! You need to get to the hospital!" she stuttered frantically, but made no move to follow him.

Just go away.

He paid no attention to her words, yanking the door open and starting down the stairs.

He went down as quickly as he could manage and found himself in the lobby.

There wasn't a soul to be seen, which relieved Joshua. He fled to the entrance, not wanting to stick around for when that woman would most certainly call the police. He noticed the blood he left on the door's handle as he slipped outside.

I'm getting blood everywhere. Well, I'm not cleaning it up.

The street seemed oddly empty as Joshua travelled down it until he found an alleyway to slip into.

Did people hear the gunshots or something? Shibuya has been pretty quiet in some areas...

Joshua dismissed the thought, not wanting to dwell on the idea. Now wasn't the time.

He staggered down the alleyway, slowly making his way away from the government's building. He was getting further and further and after what felt like an hour he was wandering through the poorer part of Shibuya, disoriented and weak. He still managed to mostly avoid being seen. The people who did see him only ran away now.

They don't want to be involved. Don't blame them.

The pain was starting to intensify, now that the adrenaline had begun to fade away. How had he managed to walk on a broken ankle anyway?

Adrenaline is crazy.

His teeth were gritted as he staggered down another alley, hands clutching the wall for support. He bumped into a dumpster in the alley and stumbled, grabbing at it to hold himself up.

He wasn't going to make it any further. Sinking to the ground, he pressed himself between the side of a dumpster and the wall, effectively shielding himself from being seen from one way.

How would he get a hold of the group? He worried over the question, ignoring the intensifying pain. His thoughts were only a distraction at this point and they only helped so much. His thoughts were becoming fragmented and confusing as he gritted his teeth against the pain.

"I...shouldn't fall asleep...," he whispered, blackness seeping into his sight. His head tipped back to rest against the side of a dumpster, his eyes closing.

Just a little nap wouldn't hurt...

Neku Sakuraba was hating everything right now. Well, except CAT. He could never hate CAT.

His backpack was slung over his shoulders as he putted down the street towards his apartment, headphones on and music blaring. His bag was full of spray paint cans and his now empty lunch bag. He had hoped to go find a nice building to create a mural idea he had for a while. He would call it 'The Poor and the Rich'.

"If I ever get the time," he grumbled, wishing he was loaded with cash so he didn't have to work at that stupid grocery store and could actually do something he wanted to do. And what he wanted to do was make art.

But he just made enough money to cover the apartment rent and his other necessities so he couldn't really quit.

Sighing, he kicked a beer can across the street, watching it hit the side of a building. His eyes drifting up from the can, he frowned as he tried to make out something on the wall.

"What the heck is that?" he muttered, crossing the street to get a better look.

At first he thought it to be paint, but upon closer inspection, Neku realized with a start that it was blood splattered on the wall. Heart pounding, Neku backed away, wanting to get far away from the area.

He continued to walk along, ignoring the blood trail on the wall beside him.

As he turned to go down the alley he always took, he saw that the blood trail continued down the alley as well. His stomach churned but it was the fastest way home unless he wanted to backtrack which would take him around thirty to forty-five minutes. He didn't really want to do that so he began to tentatively make his way through the alley. He could feel his palms getting sweaty as he silently crept along.

Glancing ahead, he spotted a large puddle of blood by the dumpster and-

"Is that a foot?" he gasped, seeing the foot jutting out from around the side of the dumpster. He really hoped it wasn't a severed foot or something. He didn't think he could handle seeing that.

Same with a dead body. This person better be alive.

He didn't want to have to live with the sight of a beaten, bloody corpse permanently etched in his mind for the rest of his life. He'd never forgive the person for dying.

Curiosity finally getting the better of him, he took a peek around the corner of the dumpster. And almost lost his meager lunch.

The person was all there luckily, but he was coated in blood and his foot was bent goofy.

"That's a lot of blood," he whispered, horror stricken.

The young man stirred at his voice, groaning weakly as an eye cracked open.

"...D-don't come...a...closer...," he gasped out, words barely audible.

Neku wanted to turn and run far away and never think of this guy again. He didn't want to be involved.

But, curse the small shred of compassion in him, he just couldn't bring himself to.

So instead, he knelt by the silver-haired man and began to inspect his injuries.

The silverette seemed surprised that he hadn't left, but he then smirked.

"...My...hero," he chuckled, a glint of mischievousness in his eyes.

"You act like that, I will leave you here," Neku grumbled, shooting him a look, but the young man only stuck his tongue out.

Neku found three gunshot wounds: one in his right shoulder, one in the back of his right leg, and another one that had nicked him in the left side.

If that wasn't bad enough, his ankle was obviously twisted really bad and he had a lot of nasty looking bruises and cuts.

"Wow, what the heck happened to you?" Neku muttered, amazed at the amount of injuries he had. The guy only mumbled a inaudible reply, too out of it to reply anymore.

"We need to get you to a hospital right away," he decided, pondering how he'd get him there. The young man became alert again, shooting him a mixed look of panic and anger.

"No. No hospital."

Neku stared at him, flabbergasted.

"What? Dude, you're going to die if you don't go to a hospital!" Neku snapped, enraged at his sudden stubbornness.

"I refuse. Just bring me a medical kit and I'll do it myself. I have to get back..."

Mid-sentence, the young man began to trail off, eyes dulling to a dazed look.

"Back? Home, you mean?"

There was no reply to his question.

"Ugh...what do I do...?" Neku groaned, though it was obvious he wasn't being paid attention too.

He had to help this guy, but he didn't want to go to the hospital.

Well, I know how to patch someone up, but I'm no doctor...Better than leaving him here though.

Finally deciding on his choice, he carefully helped the semi-conscious man to his feet and towards his apartment past the alley.

"You'd better not die on me. I'll kill you if you go and die," Neku hissed, as he dragged him along. The man only chuckled weakly.

"Mmkay..."

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