-Ryousuke Kominato-

Ryousuke had never been one to actually kidnap people. Kidnapping was something that just didn't spark anything in him. When he did do it though, it made his hair feel greasy and his skin itch with sin. He felt a cold chill slide up his back and a sudden dead weight. He'd somehow always end up looking out for whoever fell in his grasp. Ryousuke wasn't nice, don't get him wrong. He just maybe had a brother complex.

So the boy before him, who just seemed too bright (it might blind him - despite his eyes being shut) came as big a shocker as any. He didn't thrash or argue too much and really, the way the kid's talking you'd assume he was with friends.

Ryousuke doesn't feel disgusting.

Ryousuke clicks his tongue in raw amusement. "Interesting." Leaves his lips before he can stop himself and the other two next to him tense. "So creepy...!" The brown haired boy before him whispers. "You kinda remind me of someone though. He's not as creepy as you but you guys have the same hair! Except his covers his eyes and-"

"Haruchi Kominoto." _ states, arms crossed as if just saying the name triggers some type of distaste. Ryousuke could only snicker under his breath at that. 'You act like you hit a sore spot on yourself.' He can't help but think. "Yeah!" Eijun sounds almost happy upon hearing the name.

"Do you know where he is?" Ryousuke's eyebrow lifts in slight curiosity. He was almost sure that younger brother of his would follow him like he did with everything else.

"Of course! But not without a fee." Eijun smiles a knowing smile - like he can read through Ryousuke completely. "Cheeky." Is the next word to completely fling past his lips without consent. "I've been called a lot of things but that's a first." Eijun sounds almost malicious as he says that and Ryousuke becomes a little more aware of how his comrades stand up a little straighter.

"What do you want?" _ states, not even seeking advice from Ryousuke beforehand. This kid has a bigger influence than he realizes. Maybe it's for the best - especially since he can't even hold his own remarks and comments back.

"Two simple things really. Freedom, and stay the Hell off our turf."

Everyone tenses except for Eijun and Ryousuke is shocked to find chills climbing up his neck. It's not like him to allow personal matters to infect - yes infect - his work, so everyone but Eijun is surprised when Ryousuke unties the kid.

"Start talking, less you want to die."

Eijun grins from ear to ear and Ryousuke suddenly becomes hyper aware of how truthful the kid seems. "I'll give you an address. Do you have anything I could write on?" And as if on cue, _ hands him a piece of paper and Eijun pulls out a pen, starting to scribble down an address.

461 xxxx-xxxxxx loser :p
The first three numbers are right!
Gosh I'm so proud!
Anyway, I'll give you a clue.
What street blossoms to life at midnight but dies down in the afternoon?
Not really a clue but common knowledge. C'ya!

Ryousuke and the others didn't notice the door slam until it was too late. _ already starting after the kid. "Don't, _-chan. I know exactly where this is."

Ryousuke feels naked despite the extra layers he's dressed in. Like everyone can see through him - judging. Ryousuke can only have memories of a place so long and forgotten and it's almost annoying enough for him to open his eyes. But he doesn't. He doesn't want to see.

Sure enough, the street is bristling with life - it's uncomfortable. Why his brother chose such a Blooming place to begin with shocked him.

After all.

That place was the very definition of booming. It was full all the time. People. People everywhere. His feet were suddenly stomping throughout his ears, like every single step he takes is too loud. That everyone - anyone can hear him coming.

Become the predator or be the easy prey.

His cheeks grow red because it's cold and slightly warm at the same time. His eyes slowly open and he sees. He sees everyone and everything. People talking and laughing. People biting their tongues - searching for the right words. It's a lot prettier than he remembers it.

So much prettier. Almost like the world has aged and become a more liveable place. Maybe this is why he doesn't regret living. Because the world is absolutely shocking.

Lights' are right where they need to be. Signs flashing people - commercials. It isn't the same as people mocking or laughing at him. Poking and prodding. These people simply didn't know what took place six feet under.

And something tells him it's better that way. They can worry about it when it's their time. But right now, these people are blooming. Not blooming but blooming. Not blooming with white, bland colors that seek the sensitive and build them up with lies. But blooming with color that touches hearts - be it red or gold.

It's beautiful.

The air tasted raw. Like someone drugged everything along with their lungs. Sounds - sneakers squeaking against white tile as they walk sounded throughout the place they were in. Ryousuke found his eyes open. Surrounded by people - people with cameras.' People taking pictures. Talking in hushed whispers like this place would hurt them if they were too loud. All his eyes are greeted with is pain and remorse. It's not the people who're pointing and jabbing at the glass that separates them. No, these people are fine. Its his own grief clouding his vision and he never wants to see again.

A cough blinked him out of thought, pink eyes meeting that of another frail body. The clothing the boy wore was plain. A white gown. The frail boy had pink dusting his cheeks - eyes squinting as he gasped for air. A fever. Ryousuke - acting on raw emotion rather than actual thought, reached over and grabbed the kid's hand. The boy looked maybe ten. Much too young. Ryousuke gave a reassuring squeeze, burdening his eyes with yet another problem.

The chemicals were doing more harm than anything else. Then again, this is where default Demons' go. Demons' who can't hold their own. Who fail. Ryousuke would curse his brother if he had it in him. But he didn't.

Haruchi followed him.

The car accident was something that didn't deserve to happen to them. They weren't even driving. Their parents died on impact while they fell into a deep sleep. One that neither wanted to wake from. Knowing they'd be questioned and asked things.

"Did you see them?"

"What were they like?"

Ryousuke felt his attention drifting to a close. Knowing this is where and when he woke and he couldn't stop it.

Black is all he sees.

His memory cuts short there.

His fist hits the door a little harder than he intended. "Coming!" An unmistakable voice chimes from the other side. There's sounds - like the person is dressing. The door opens and the face before him falls. "Anikki...?"

"Haruchi." Ryousuke's own voice greets. He mentally curses how small and frail it sounds. It sounds almost like, I've seen things and done shit. Especially since his eyes are very much open. Ryousuke doesn't miss the shock that passes over his younger brother's face. Doesn't miss the white shirt that he's wearing. How coincidental.

"Where's Eijun-kun?" Haruchi asks, glare hardening. Ryousuke feels an eyebrow raise. Ah yes, that kid. The kid they let go about a week or so ago. "We let him go."

"Then how come..." Haruchi murmurs, suddenly tensing and face losing color. Suddenly - as shocking as it is - Ryousuke feels it. Afraid. Afraid something's happening to the kid. Ryousuke had thought the kid was being selfish - ordering them around the way he did. But no. He brought the two of them together and then disappeared just like that. Gone in a flurry of heat that was sure to burn all in it's wake. Eijun had more of an impact on both of them than Ryousuke initially thought.

Eijun taught him to see.

"We'll find him." Ryousuke concluded because he'll be damned before he lets something happen to that bright light. The one that blinded him but then offered his hand. Silently speaking, "Come with me."

And he isn't letting that light die.

Yo, I just realized i've been spellin Kominato wrong but im not gonna go back n fix it bc im lazy. But now y'know that I know 3

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