As the days passed, Fokoro noticed a change in both Ryotuki and Neokie. He had given up on trying to throw Neokie out when Ryotuki had his back turned. In fact, she had seemed to get under his skin almost as deep as Ryotuki had already been his whole life.

Neokie approached Fokoro one day. "Hey Fokoro, how did you and Ryotuki meet?" Fokoro immediately stopped drying a glass and set it down. "You better have a seat, might be a long story." Neokie nodded and sat down as told on the chair in front of the counter.

Fokoro placed both hands on the counter, letting out a sigh. "Well, it all began one night while I was closing up the bar…"

It was a flashback from the past. How Fokoro knew Ryotuki so well and why they seemed like enemies and then good friends at another time. A young boy was running with a toy in his hand. Sweat poured down his face, the rain washing it off instantly as snarls came form behind him.

Lowlife demons were looking for a snack. The boy was that snack. Fokoro was outside of the bar, finished with locking it up. He wiped his hand over his forehead and began to open his umbrella until he heard a scream. He rushed towards the area where the scream was heard and found the boy surrounded, up against a wall.

A smirk immediately crossed Fokoro's face; he charged at the demons and slashed at them with his umbrella like they were nothing. The demons fled and Fokoro bent down to the crying boy. "You okay kid?" He asked, extending a hand. The boy swatted it away with his plush toy. "Leave me alone! I can take care of myself..." Fokoro smiled a gentle smile and punched the boy.

"Take care of yourself my foot, come on, I'm taking you home." Fokoro bent down and lifted the boy over his shoulders. "Hey put me down!" Fokoro shrugged. "Don't complain, I just don't want you getting hurt, what's your name anyway?" The boy's expression instantly changed. "My name? It's Ryotuki…"

Fokoro smiled once more. "I like that name…"

Fokoro finished telling the story and Neokie nodded. "Nice story Fokoro." Fokoro nodded and returned to his glass drying. Something sticking out of the counter caught his eye. He pulled it out. A plush rabbit. The same one Ryotuki was holding when he was found.

He smiled and his eyes began to swell. The door slammed open and Ryotuki walked in. "A-Are you crying?" He asked Fokoro with a shocked face as Neokie watched. Fokoro shook his head. "No, just allergies.." He placed the plush toy away and continued drying dishes.