Ken ran out into the pouring rain, unable to distinguish the tears of nature from his own. Ran's last words echoing in his ears.. "Mine..mine..mine.." He was only an object to them, and that's maybe all he ever was. That's all he ever was to anyone.

To his parents, he'd been the little money maker, a soccer prodigy from a young age paired with greedy backstage parents who pocketd all his money. Needless to say he started getting his own when he reached a majority. To Kase, he was just a ticket to the top of the J-league and an excuse to get into the creepers. To Kricketer, he was just an assasin, Siberean, the one who played forklift with all the grunt work. Just an object.. Just a trophy, and he may as well just get used to it. He never was a person, not to anyone.

Ken just ran and ran, only wanting to get away from the shop and his former home. He couldn't go back, and face those two, not now. Finaly, the rain, and emotional and physical exhaustion got to him as his worn body collapsed in an abandoned ally way, unaware of the single gold eye that happened to catch sight of him.

~~~~~Across town, a little while later!~~~~

"Hey Brad, Farfies brought in another stray cat." Schuldrich said to his leader in crime, Bradley Crawford as he absently filed his nails.

"Don't call me Brad, and this is relevant.why?" This statement was no real surprise to the oracle, because A) he knew that the telepath was gonna come in and bother him, and B)Farfarello brining in stray cats was nothing new. You see, since they had gotten such a bad rap from the christian zelot witch trials that the phsycopath belive that being kind to them hurt god in a major way.

The redhead grinned. "A stray Siberian kitty." This got Crawfords attention, as he cought the stress on the type. He swivled away from the computer to face his subordinent.

"Status?" He asked, pushing up his glasses.

"Cold, wet, sick, and starting to hallucenate. Looooooooovely combination if you ask me."

Crawford sighed. "Ok. What are we going to do with him, it was your turn to watch Farfarello, so this is your problem." Schuldrich grinned, he had an answer that would take him off the hook. With beinifits.

"Simple. We hold him for ransom." Crawfords eyes lit up. You see, waving easy money infront of Crawford was like waving a red flag in front of a bull, or a bible in front of Farfie. You got an instentanious, predicable reaction.

"Excellent."