A/N: Yeah…I have no excuse. Thanks gag boy for the review.

The next few days came and went. The sun rose and set. Rose and set. Rose and set. Litres sold, and deadbeats were beaten. Classes finished and started, and finished again. Shani was at his desk, his eyes casually rolling up to the clock. Again, the school day was coming to an end, and not only that. Today was Friday, so it would be the week that ended as well. Perfect. Another boring, eventless weekend of dealing on the streets. They would have to deal with the would-be street gangs that thought they had a right to the streets. The gangs who still clung to selling coke, pot, crack, and Meth. Gipheltin was the way of the future. Too bad for them that their father was the only one who had it. The man didn't just supply it, sell it, or run it. No. He manufactured it. The most powerful and potent drug ever created. It was so powerful. And the withdrawals were so agonising that it made sure users came back again, and again, until they eventually overdosed, and no one would see them again.

That wasn't to say that the idiot street punks didn't try to fuck with them. They were never a threat. They were lower than horseshit, and they were treated as such. If they got in the way, Shani would just wipe them off his shoe at the nearest street corner. They were not worthy of his contempt. Azreal had all but destroyed the small gangs. He and his colleagues had taken everything from them. Drugs, prostitution, and security to local businesses'. Azreal had become very rich off these things.

This was all common knowledge to him and his brothers. They were tools. Tools to be used by 'daddy' and then disposed of when their usefulness had worn out. If they decided to go against his wishes, then they would die. Just like her. Just like 'mommy.' Shani bit his lip at the thought of that self-centred whore. That stupid fucking bitch! How could she do what she did? Fuck! It didn't matter now. She was dead. Good fucking riddance.

He looked up and around the classroom. Shit, he almost forgot where he was. What did he miss? It didn't matter really. He could gather anything important from Orga any way. Shani stretched his arms and tight muscles. This was one motherfucking long day. Oh well, it was almost other. How much did they sell this week? Was it enough? Did they reach their weekly quota? He would have to cheek with Orga and Clotho tonight. Hopefully they had, which would mean they didn't have to put up with the shit on the streets.

In the back of his mind, he could feel himself wondering what Stella was doing. She'd been tagging along with them lately. Though she didn't seem to care about their dealing. All she knew was that people seemed happy and willing enough, so they must have been doing something good. The girl's presence wasn't unwelcome. It was…enjoyable. He couldn't deny that he was physically attracted to her with her blonde hair, her slim and petite body. Her magenta eyes. Her small and still developing breasts. Her voice and unique personality. Her smile…

The school bell rang, and the students began to gather their belongings. Shani took his bag and slung it onto his shoulder, before making his way out of the room.

As he made his way through the building, Orga soon closed in on him. The two remained silent as they made their way to the schools entrance, where their younger brother was waiting. He turned to them.

'Can we get out of here now? These preppy shits have fucked me off more than enough for the week.' He asked as he pulled loose his PGS and turned it on.

Yeah, yeah. Let's get out of this shithole.' Orga answered as the three began to walk. Shani began to listen to his music, putting the headphones in his ear.

'So Orga, do you think we sold enough?' Clotho questioned.

'We should have. Let's hit the streets tomorrow just in case.' The eldest of the three answered.

'Shit. We're gonna have to deal with those douchbags after all.' The redhead groaned.

'Who cares.' Orga responded. 'You punch one of them in the face, and the rest go screaming like the little fucking pussies they are.'

'That Doesn't stop them from being the annoying fuckers they are.'

The conversation continued in this manor for some time, until they finally returned to the house. Shani looked up as they walked down the driveway.

'At least he isn't home yet.' Orga stated, seeing that the car hadn't returned yet. That was a plus. Unfortunately, it would only leave them open to disappointment when they inevitably heard it pull up. They advanced on the door, Orga in front, who pulled out a house key. He approached, and unlocked the door, before opening it and entering, followed by his two brothers. Clotho didn't waste time as he made his way to the nearest seat, which was in the kitchen. He sat and put all concentration onto his game. Orga made his way to the bedroom.

Shani's stomach growled, making the boy follow the younger to the kitchen. He looked around the room. The plain, white room. How fucking bland. Of course, Muruta was unlikely to redecorate. Scratch that. He would never redecorate.

Returning back to his original purpose for being in the room. He scouted, his eyes finally stopping on a fruit bowl on the dining table. He approached, and took what was on top of the tile. A green apple. The meagre meal in hand, he sat down, across the room from Clotho.

'Hey, Shani. You want to go get some Pizza tonight?'

'fine.' Shani responded before he took a bite, and turned his music up. A boring end to a boring Friday afternoon.

Kira lay lazily on the families couch in front of the television, a remote in his hand. He flicked through the channels, trying to find something of mild-interest. Of course, it was a futile effort. He sighed as he pushed the red button at the top of the remote, turning the television off. He sat up, and sent his gaze to the digital clock across the room. It was almost six. Time had managed to slip away from him.

'Hey Kira!' Cagalli's voice called from the down hallway, 'come in here, would you?' Kira quickly rose from the seat and made his way out of the dark grey lounge. He descended the gray hallway, taking a turn as he approached his sister's bedroom. He entered the room, seeing the girl standing before a mirror on the window. 'So, how do I look?' She asked as she turned to face him

'Look?' Kira questioned. She was wearing a loose black T-shirt that fell just above her navel, and a pair of gray Jeans. 'Alright, I guess. Why?'

'Did you forget? I'm going with Athrun.' She answered as she fixed her hair, flustered.

'You are?' Then he quickly remembered…

'How about you?' Cagalli turned to Athrun, 'What are you doing tonight?'

'Nothing. But I figured that I'd hit the town this Friday.' Athrun answered, 'Cagalli, you want to come?'

'Don't have anything else to do?' she nonchalantly replied.

'So, do you think he'll think I look good?' She stepped back to take in the full image of her body.

'I don't really think he'll care what you're wearing.' Kira answered, 'why are you worrying so much, anyway?'

'Oh, no reason!' she quickly answered as she spun around to face him. She put on a fake smile, which he saw through. 'What time is it?'

'About six. Well, that's what it was when I last checked.' He answered, and the girl nodded.

'Okay, I should get going then.' She stated as she began to walk at a steady pace, passing him by. He turned and followed her out of the room and down the hallway. They made their way to the front door, before Cagalli came to an abrupt halt, and turned to her brother. 'If dad comes home. Can you cover for me?'

And with that, his good mood went out the window. 'I don't think I'll have to.'

'Why's that. Don't you think he'll be coming home?'

'Because he won't care!' he snapped. She was taken aback by the sharp comment, and so was he. Why did he do that? He hadn't meant to. 'I'm sorry…It's just that…' he sighed. 'Just have fun with Athrun, okay.'

'Yeah, sure.' She responded as she turned and opened the door. 'Bye, Kira.' He waved as she left and the door closed behind her. When he was sure she was gone, his hand fell, before raising to slap himself on the head.

'Goddamn it, Kira. What the hell is wrong with you?' He sighed before making his way back to the living room, and taking a seat on the couch. He lay back and pinched the top of his nose. He shouldn't be taking it out on her. It was his problem, not hers. It wasn't her fault that he couldn't stand that son f a-

The sound of a car could be heard pulling up down the driveway. Kira groaned. That was just perfect. He was home already. Before he could do anything, his heart jumped into his throat. He hadn't started cooking yet. The roaring of the engine came to a halt. The car's door opened, before being slammed shut seconds later. He heard footsteps as someone approached the house. He rose to his feet moments before the front door swung open. The sound of footsteps became much more dominating.

CLACK. CLACK. CLACK.

Finally, the man entered the room. The blond's face contorted into a snarl as he glared at the room in disdain. It was a mess again, school bags flung onto the floor without a care. 'Well?' he questioned, braking the silence that had consumed the room.

'Welcome home fa-'

'Where's your sister?' he questioned in a monotonous voice.

'She's gone out with a friend tonight.' Kira answered without looking at his father. 'I don't know when she will be back.' The man began to walk, passing by his son without looking at him.

'I see that dinner isn't ready yet.'

'No sir.' The boy replied.

'And why is that?'

'I haven't started cooking yet. I didn't expect you back so-'

'So I come home, after a working hard all week long, hungry and exhausted, and I am to continue starving simply because you're too lazy to cook?'

'…yes sir.' He replied, his jaw tightening.

'Then you had better get something, hadn't you.' he man concluded as he made his way up the hallway. Once he was gone, the scowl Kira was keeping back took over his face. Without a word, he turned and made for the door.

He exited the house and took off in a steady pace. There was a Pizza shop pretty close by. He was in no mood to cook right now, so that would have to do

Just a boring end to a boring Friday evening.

Shinn's eyes glanced over his unlit room, stopping finally on his clock. Nearly half-passed six. His stomach rumbled, demanding its next meal. The boy pushed his body up into a sitting position. He flung his legs over the side and stood up before moving to the door. He opened it, and exited the bedroom. He didn't bother to close it behind himself. Why bother. It wasn't like someone would go through his stuff.

He entered the living room, where his father was watching the television. He was seated on the couch as usual, the news presenter's voice filling the room. At hearing his son enter the room, the man hastily looked up. 'Hey.'

'Hi, Dad.' He answered as he continued on his way to the kitchen, and made for the fridge. He opened it, and was instantly disappointed. Nothing of worth. Not anything that didn't need to be prepared into a proper meal at least.

'Son.' Shinn quickly spun around, quite surprised that his father was standing right there. 'Lets go out to eat, okay?'

'Alright,' Shinn answered.

'Go wait in the car, alright?' Shinn did as he was told. He made for the front door, exited, and headed for the car. He entered the passenger seat, and closed the door, relaxing into the leather chair. He took the seatbelt to his right, and clicked it into place. Now all he had to do was wait for his father, which apparently wasn't long. Only a few seconds after he had seated himself in, his father exited the door, closed it behind him, and locked it. He briskly made his way down the driveway and to the car. He soon took the seat next to his son, also clicking his seatbelt into place and closing his door simultaneously. The key was soon inserted into the ignition, and turned it. The engine roared to life as the adult in the drivers seat removed the brake, put it into reverse, and began to back out of the driveway, the boring and bland driveway. 'You want to go anywhere in particular?'

'Anywhere.' Shinn responded without looking to him. The car now shifted onto the road, the man put it into gear, and took off down the familiar road. The boy's eyes watched as the scenery passed him by. The houses, soon turning into trees placed particularly on the sidewalk as they soon entered the commercial area. Shinn's father eyed the building carefully, trying to find a restaurant, or fast-food joint that might appeal to the pair. As he passed, his eyes narrowed. The car slowed as his eyes connected with a car. A familiar, old car. It must have been at least twenty years old. He hadn't seen a car like this for a good few years. Not since he was in college. Three Teenagers seemed to be the cars owners. One with red hair, one with green, and one with blond. He looked up. They were parked at a Pizza shop. He spotted a parking space right next to it. He wasted no time in pulling up, and taking it.

The car's engine came to a halt, and Shinn looked up, seeing where they had stopped. 'Are we going in or not!' Shinn nearly jumped at the sound of the familiar voice. He looked across, and dreaded what he saw. The Azreal brothers. Why did they have to be here?

'You're the one who wanted it. You fucking get it.' The blond brother answered.

'Right, so when I don't get exactly the right one, you can bitch about it.' The blond rolled his eyes. 'Fine, take Shani with you. Have him fucking order. We like the same shit anyway.'

'Fine.' The redhead submitted, making his way into the building, followed by the greenet.

Shinn inwardly sighed in aggravation. Would they do something if they saw him? 'Shinn.' His father's voice called from next to him. 'Listen, chose whatever you want, okay.' He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a fifty note. He handed it to his son, who took it without looking. His gaze remained on the door. With his freehand, he reached out, and slowly opened it, moving out of the vehicle. He walked forward into the shop.

As he entered, his eyes were instantly drawn to the two teenagers, the Azreal brothers. He paused, looking around. There were several others in the building, all seated in the corner of the shop. His eyes narrowed. He recognised one of them. A brunet. The two of them went to the same school. He'd seen him around the grounds a few times, though he didn't actually know him.

The queue moved on, the two brothers taking a seat. He almost sighed in relief. They didn't seem to notice him. The cashier was now free, and so he moved on. She was a young woman with brown hair. She smiled warmly. 'Good evening. What would you like?'

'A medium, please.' He answered as quietly as he could, but loud enough so that she could still hear, 'with olives, tomato, pepperoni, and mushrooms.' She entered the information into the register.

'That will be twenty-two dollars.' He handed her the note, and she gave him his change. 'Please take a seat.' He done as requested, sitting as far from the Azreals as he possibly could. He had no idea what their problem with him was. They'd been giving him trouble every day this week. Well, the blond, and red-head liked to join in. The Greenet usually just stood there, distant. Pretending none of them existed. 'Number thirty-two, your order is ready.' The cashier called. The brunet Shinn had noticed stood up and headed for the counter. She handed him the large square box, which he accepted. He thanked her, heading for the door, and making his leave.

Shinn suddenly heard a sharp whistle. 'Dumb-ass, turn around.' Shinn growled, but didn't let it escape his throat. Fuck, they'd noticed him after all. "Hey Shani, think we should take this one's scrawny ass to Orga?"

"might as well."

Shinn swallowed the large lump in his throat, and turned. The red-heads eyes…weren't on him. They were on a blonde girl a few seats over from him. She shook in her seat as Clotho advanced. "Unless you want to pay up to me, that is?"

"I" she began, "I don't have it."

"You've got enough to stuff your fat face! Don't worry. Orga will find a way to get you the money." The red-head yanked her up roughly by the hair.

"Let me go." She whined. Shinn looked around. Why wasn't anyone helping? They were all looking away as if nothing were happening. He would have stood, but he couldn't. His legs weren't responding.

"Don't worry. The street corner isn't that bad. You get all the money you need, and all you have to do is swallow your pride." He snickered as he forced her out of the shop. Shinn's heart was beating fast. He…He should've done something. But now, she was gonna be forced to sell her own body on the streets. He was pathetic

Just a perfect end to a perfect Friday evening.