OK! I CAN EXPLAIN! OK, so my computer crashed on Sunday and I didn't get it back until Thursday and the day before I got it back I got grounded! I will not tell details but I will admit that there was some kind of bird involved and my curiosity got the better of me and I've been babysitting for the past few days and I got my computer back yesterday (Saturday) but I was so busy with the kids (Elissa 2 years old and Joesph almost 6 months) that I haven't had the time or the stamina for that fact to write. So I'm really sorry guys but I promise I'm going to work my butt off to get all my dead lines caught up! So please don't kill me in my sleep! ENJOY!

Asami sat in his office in a whole other world. He couldn't get that kid out of his head. When he first saw him the kid was a blur of blonde blue and gray. He couldn't get a good look at him. When he had gotten up to the top of the building and cut him off he got a better look at the kid who was blonde with blue jeans and a light gray t-shirt. He had on;y got a glimpse of his face then but it was when the kid chuckled and looked him dead in the eye that he thought he saw something he recognized. His eyes were round, hazel, and fierce. They held a fire that he had never seen before that had multiple meanings to it, energy, adrenaline, compassion, determination and the one that Asami didn't understand the reason to: Hatred.

Seeing that in the kids eyes had the wheels in Asami's mind working in overdrive. Why would the kid have so much hatred in his eyes? That wasn't a normal look of hatred either. Asami had seen people with absolute pure hate in their eyes but what this boy had was something that ran much, much deeper. Something that he had had a lot of time to think about. What could have caused him to have a look of such hatred and why had he not acted on it? The only conclusion that Asami could come up with is that something had happened to him and the kid had been detained, unable to let out his hate on something or someone. The answer to the biggest question was absolutely killing him . . . Who is this kid?! As if on cue Kirishma came in with a packet.

"Asami-sama," Kirishma said with a bow as he came in, "I got everything I could on the brat from yesterday." Asami nodded and motioned for him to close the door and to give him the packet. Kirishma handed him the packet and it felt a little light for this to everything that Kirishma could find on him. Asami opened the packet, pulled out the contents and was faced with a picture of the kid.

"You were right, his name is Takaba, Takaba Akihito. He's 23, a freelance photographer, and does some favors for the local police once in a while. He was an apartment on the other side of town and usually keeps to himself." Asami nodded as he looked over the information on the kid, his suspicion growing stronger as he read on.

"Seems a like there isn't a lot on though?"

"That's what caught my interest too. I looked for everything there could possibly be; family, bank records, phone records, heck I even looked for parking tickets. There's almost nothing on this kid because he practically didn't exist until little more than four years ago when he moved to his current residence. I tried to find out where he lived before but I couldn't find anything. It was almost like he materialized one day out of nowhere and started living there."

"I see. So he just appeared out of nowhere and has been around ever since?"

"Yes. I'm sorry I couldn't find anything else, Asami-sama, but that's really all there is."

"It's fine Kirishma. I actually didn't think there would be anything else on him. This is actually more than I expected."

"Really? But how? If you don't me asking, Asami-sama, but do you perhaps know him?"

"I've got a pretty good feeling on who he is. Kirishma, I want someone to watch the kid. Perhaps, . . . Ikano."

"Yes, Asami-sama, I'll have him right on it." Kirishma bowed and left Asami to his thought.

'Oh, yes. I've got a very good idea on who you are, . . . Akihito.'

On the other side of Tokyo Akihito was enjoying the peace on top of his apartment. Or at least trying to enjoy it. He could get that guy from yesterday out of his head. There was something almost something familiar about the guy. They had never met before that's for sure, but the way he had acted when they really made eye contact, it almost seemed like they had met before. And his eyes, a rich brown that looked almost gold. What was it that made him believe they had met before? there as just something but he couldn't grab it.

Laying sprawled out on the roof top felt so good. Just letting the breeze run over him; through his hair over his bare back and through the silk black feather's of his 15 foot wings from tip to tip.