Feel free to skip this author's note, it's long, it's kind of ranting and honestly I won't mind :) But ya read it if you want to!

Just wanted to say, I LOVE Azusa. He's like by far my favorite brother and I'm biased when it comes to giving him a whole chapter. Please don't hate me ;w; Oh and I added 5 minutes to 2:30am because I assume it takes at least 5 minutes to ride the elevator all the way down to the bottom floor.

Alright, not gonna lie, this chapter is REALLY dark compared to the previous ones.

Also, FORGIVE MEEEE I haven't posted/updated in so long! I feel like I've disappointed you guys for not doing so earlier but I've just had a lot of stuff to do recently. Like last week, I had band camp from 8am-8pm, so as you can imagine I didn't have a lot of time to write and update, but luckily now it's just a couple of practices every few days. Sorry, I'm ranting, but I PROMISE I'll be updating more frequently now. At the very least once a week.

Alright so I know that it doesn't say in the anime, novel or game that there's a phone booth near the Asahina complex (unless there is? Which would be awesome) but this is where imagination comes into play! :D So ya this chapter is long for a reason! As I keep saying, I'm not a doctor so any medical shit that I got wrong then I'm sorry for that.

Oh and anything in italics are thoughts/thinking moments.

CAUTION: If you don't like blood, and I mean like semi-graphic descriptions of blood, and tense situations, um... they're in here. So ya :3

Enjoyyyy~!


-2:35 am- (Happening parallel to previous chapter)

Azusa had ran to the phone booth immediately when he exited the elevator. Shivering in the rain, he made a break for the rectangular prism illuminated with fluorescent hope and promise of dryness.

When he finally entered he removed his glasses covered with drops of water, drying them on his nightshirt and digging for his wallet, which thankfully he had on him.

Sighing with relief, he awaited the call that he and Tsubaki had planned out beforehand on whether or not to dial the police.

Just wait fifteen minutes he remembered his twin telling him If I don't call you within that time frame then dial for the police.

Leaning his back against the smooth glass that surrounded him on all sides and with nothing else better to do, he fiddled with the payphones wire and observed his surroundings.

He never realized how sketchy their street looked at two in the morning. Of course, the road that ran parallel to their complex was illuminated by the same fluorescent light that enveloped him in the phone booth now, but some were flickering eerily and some were just blown altogether, leaving patches of darkness in their wake.

The booth itself had gone unnoticed by the family for years. Like all things, with age, it had been dotted with its share of graffiti and other works of vandalism; but was still in well-kept condition that you could see through the glass clearly and the lights worked. It was located about a block away from the complex where they lived.

He remembered his mom telling them, "If there's ever an emergency, the phone booth's right outside down the block. But don't worry, you all have each other! So I'm sure you won't ever have to use it!" A smile complimenting every little lie she said.

She's always so busy, she hardly had time for us...

Of course he worried about his twin and the other brothers, but Azusa knew better and was confident that ten people were more than enough to handle the situation and him being here now, alone outside awaiting the phone call and ready to dial if it came to that, was just a precaution taken if things had gone to the extreme.

I don't like to imagine the worst he thought, staring at the blurred doors to his home through the thick cover of the rain. But he did.

He thought of how the rest of the brothers would probably do everything in their power to get Wataru outside, the young boy on his way out waking up Ema, his only sister, to bring along. The boy's face would be filled with all kinds of sadness and tears would run down his puffy little cheeks, while he stifled a whimper.

His mind turned to what the brothers would look like. He imagined them beaten, bruised and bloody but with still that shine of determination in their eyes to at least salvage something from their endeavors. Some would be on the ground wounded while others wouldn't be moving at all.

He quickly closed his eyes, shaking his head, trying to dismiss the thought. How could I even...?

But then Azusa remembered the most important thing. Oh right, Subaru still has his folding chair.

He chuckled at the thought. That one good thought outweighed all of the bad thoughts that were toying with his mind.

Be optimistic, there's nothing to worry about.

He smiled at the thought of his family. The older ones always do the most for the others.

And it was true. Since Tsubaki and Azusa were the fifth and sixth oldest of the brothers, they watched over seven younger ones. It was a job that required tons of responsibility and was a major pain in the ass at times but was also one of those things with the amount of time you put into it, the more enjoyment you got in the long run.

Unwittingly, a tear escaped the man's eye as his face turned upward with his smile. I'm so lucky to have a great family.

However, something moving caught his eye before he could regain himself.

"D-don't move an inch!"

It took a couple seconds until Azusa could register the sound of a cock from a gun and soon felt the presence of it's cold metal against his skull. His eyes widened with shock and fear.

I don't have a weapon. I can't defend myself.

"Stay standing forward with your hands up!"

That's right, I'm in an enclosed space. I can't escape.

Azusa did as he was told. Through the barely reflective walls he could make out the figure of his attacker, his brown hair wet and matted underneath a black cap, blocking Azusa's only way of escape. He could also clearly make out a five o'clock shadow on the man's chin.

"I-if you move, scream or try anything funny; your brains will be all over this w-wall!" The man screamed, his voice shaky and unsure, the gun moving up and down; clearly illustrating the threat.

Azusa could feel the gun against his skull shaking ever so slightly and combined with the man's slurred speech, he concluded he must be drunk. And a drunk person with a loaded firearm was a dangerous situation to be stuck in. He could smell the prominent scent reeking from the man's mouth and clothes.

"I don't want any trou-"

"Shut up!" The man pressed the gun down against his head harder, "J-j-just hand me your wallet and cellphone and we'll be just fine." The man sounded more terrified than how Azusa was.

Just give him what he wants Azusa thought, surprisingly calmly.

He complied with his demands and produced the two objects from his pocket.

The man seemed to relax a bit while his courage rose, and used his free arm to snatch the objects and pocketed them, still keeping the gun up to Azusa's head.

"Now, if you tell absolutely anyone about what went down here buddy; I can't guarantee for your life." He smirked and lowered the gun slightly, "See? I'm not all that bad. At least you're getting out alive, mostly."

With a shaky motion the man used the handle of his gun and attempted to pistol-whip Azusa in the back of the head. But to no avail, due to the fact that he was intoxicated, he missed his original target, and hit the others shoulder instead.

Azusa cringed from the blow and let out a hiss of pain, his glasses flying from his face in the process.

"Shit!" The man cursed as he staggered to regain his drunk balance from his worthless attempt and quickly escaped from the scene, a look of terror glazed on his face from what he had just done.

Azusa immediately sunk down to his knees, his left hand automatically reached for the wound, gripping it tightly and adding pressure. His breath came out in shallow, quick pants from the pain that rocked his shoulder while blood was leaking freshly from it. The color had already soaked through his nightshirt.

I'm dizzy... so much blood...

He was shaking slightly when he took off his nightshirt and saw the rectangular laceration he had received from the gun. He turned away, not wanting to see such a disgusting sight.

I-I need to stop the bleeding...

He desperately searched for something tight to wrap his shoulder and opted for tearing a piece of fabric from the shirt with his teeth and using it as a makeshift tourniquet, all the while still in serious pain. He stopped suddenly. Wait...

Masaomi's words echoed in his head, "Remember to clean the wound before you treat it."

It was when he was really little and Masaomi was still reading medical books in high school. Azusa had scraped his knee playing outside with Tsubaki. Masaomi, before his trauma with blood, being the oldest brother smiled as he helped clean his scrape. All the while giving Azusa advice for future situations.

But that was just a scratch...

This wound was pretty deep.

Despite that, not wanting to take the chance, he quickly undid the fabric as his mind raced with possible cleaning sources.

However, Azusa didn't have time to choose an option, before his body moved on its own; thrusting his bare shoulder into the pouring rain

The rain stun and made him shiver but did the satisfactory job of cleansing his wound, washing away the grime that might have infected it.

When he had wrapped the fabric tightly back on, he sunk back down to rest on the ground, his legs coming up to meet his head. He felt defeated. Weak. Useless. Afraid. Tired. His head slowly turned to stare at the phone, the whole reason he was sent down there in the first place. The reason for his troubles. It mocked him.

The phone's right there... all I need to do is dial... His now dull eyes looked desperately towards the phone. He could come back at any moment...

But he was tired, really tired. His eyelids were fighting to stay open.

Dammit! Stand up and reach! Don't you dare fall asleep now!

His vision was getting increasingly blurry from the amount of blood loss from the wound.

But it was in those desperate moments that Azusa realized something. There was more to the story when Masaomi had first helped with his scratch. That familiar voice that mimicked his, that goofy smile and sly moves, his living shadow and his best friend.

Tsubaki.

He was the first to lend a helping hand whenever Azusa fell.

"Now be a big boy for me and stand up."

That same goofy smile and shining eyes held out a small hand.

At this point the man on the ground was on the verge of tears, both from the pain and emotion. He reached out to grip his delusions waiting ghostly hand, giving him strength.

He clumsily scrambled to his legs, shaking slightly from his wound and used the walls of the booth as support. His red hand print had stamped all over the glass, his breath still uneven and shaky. Leaning forward, using his free hand, he dialed the number waiting for the operator. He waited as the phone rang.

There was still time to take back what was his. A look of determination now inheriting those same dull eyes. Even after being just mugged his adrenaline seemed to be flowing just as quickly now, giving him energy and he was feeling rather uncharacteristically ballsy.

We're getting my shit back

You'd think that you're first impulse would be to directly call the police or in his case an ambulance but Azusa could only think about one thing: his family.

"H-hello, operator? I'd like to make a collect call."


Again, sorry this author's note is really long, mostly just me ranting, but read if you want to!

Yes, I can be serious XD. I hope you enjoyed the chapter, despite being focused on one character, the future chapters will be colorful and full of different characters!

Sorry if Azusa seemed OOC in this chapter. To me, he just doesn't really seem like a fighter or one that would take action, but is most realistic in my opinion. He's a survivalist! YAAAAAA. Yep, he was seeing some trippy shit from the blood loss if you're wondering where Tsubaki came from... but it did the job :D Morality boosttt~!

For those who don't know, when one 'pistol-whips' another, it is when the handle or even barrel of the gun is used like a bat or club to injure the other person. Mostly their goal is to render them unconscious. But, like in said story, since said man was drunk, his field of vision is distorted and his movements are shaky, thus causing him to overlook/overshoot his original target.

But I would seriously like you to consider what you would do if you were put in that situation/scenario. I know some might be like, "just disarm the guy!" Well he's in a TINY ASS phone booth, seriously have you seen those things? There's like hardly any room to fit two people. So if you think you can get away with some karate shit, go ahead and try.

Alright well now that I read through this, I guess Azusa TECHNICALLY got mugged (even if the title says rob) but I'd like to pretend that Hikaru's "robbing" from last chapter would make up for that. So, there's some clarification if it's needed.

Btw don't mind "sheldonthewhale"'s review, that's just my bro poking fun XD She's just mad I haven't updated my other fic's... which I will if you're reading this broskie! THAT'S RIGHT: Shout out to Sheldon! :D Compensation for all the time's I've teased you bro, sorry bout that! :'3

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