It was a lone street where the neighborhood slept all quiet and sound, up in a small country town. But during the night a figure ran through the dark allies with the taps of shoes on stone, the figure blended with night itself like a shadow moving through the darkness of night. The sound of a few dogs barking made its way through the town, the figure darted to the streets the figure's hands in the front jean pockets of black skinny jeans.

Wearing a black hoodie with a black dog collar with spikes and a guitar strapped to the back of the figure. Walking with a small travel bag on the mysterious person's shoulder making to the train station that led to the dream that would drive further and further in the figure's heart.

Approaching the ticket office as the mysterious person paid in cash not to have any traces, the ticket seller narrowed his eyes and the mysterious figure sighed and took off the hood thinking 'Security precautions these days.'

With that black hair fell around the waist as brown eyes stared at the man, the man smiled and handed the ticket back "Here miss, I'm sorry." The figure narrowed its eyes and grabbed the ticket quickly "I'm a guy asshole!"

The man jerked his head back the person in front of him looked like a rock and roll girl, but it could be a guy he supposed. Oh well now he was embarrassed and slouched back in the ticket booth before helping the next person, but there wasn't many people who wanted to board a train at late night. The young man growled an insult about dumbasses and boarded the train sitting down and asked for a drink from the woman who offered a small cart of snacks and he asked for a beer.

He was twenty old enough to drink, he sighed and looked out onto the town as in the deep darkness where some lights shined through as they left the station a few white flakes crossed his vision. He stopped in mid sip to look outside in wonder, he hardly saw snow… it was as if his little home town saw saying goodbye to its well-known misfit. He closed his eyes and tried to remember everything one last time, this would be the last time he looked back into that life that caused so much pain.

With his new decision and old ambition he will escape this hell hole and take his life elsewhere with no traces if he can help it. The houses he's been the places he lived at the Suzaku's,the Hayota's the Koumastu's and then the Haysaka's.

He smiled and shaking his head and taking a swig of the alcohol that he bought with ease. Those terrible times when no one cared, when no one helped, when no one was there…finally paid off he looked at his bag and opened it sneaking a pic to see over 5,000,000 yen. He huffed and took another swig trying to wash away his troubles and his memories.

He shut the bag and kept it close to him and then laid his head back and noticed the drink was empty, shortly after the girl who gave it to him came back smiling "Would you like another sir?"

"Nah, I'm good."

"Okay, call if you need anything, with your call button sir."

"Sure thing, see ya."

He laid his head back down and closed his eyes with a huff and drifted to sleep, his dreams played out. The dreamed about earlier that night, how he stayed at the Haysaka's for five years. They were terribly rich, due to Mr. Haysaka's being a retired U.S pro football player. Mr. Haysaka moved to the U.S when he was a teen due to his family and then after retirement due to an injury to the leg retired and settled down in a small Japanese city with a flower store keeper. He kept his wife afloat with a life of luxury and made his so called son work for everything for the clothes on his back, he didn't provide shit. He remembered clear as day.

"Honey he'll need clothes!"

"If the boy wants clothes then he can get them himself. I ain't paying he is fifteen, better start earning his keep."

"But we just got him."

"We? No I. I got him for you, you said you wanted a boy who was older as a son. Well I got you one."

She sighed and looked down at him with a frown and nodded.

The memory fades as the snowflakes swirled through the night. That had been one of his first memories there, he didn't want to remember what had happened after that. He didn't want to remember how he had to earn his keep in their eyes… Shaking his head of the thought he tried to fall asleep again only to find himself remember what had happened a few hours ago, the two were asleep in their bed, after having their anniversary.

Which meant his father drank some vodka with his little blue pill knocking him out and his mother would soon get up doing her wandering around… He gritted his teeth then smiled remembering how he before had decided to make it difficult to do so. Being so clever he took a few chairs and stacked them filling the hall, you could say he was a bit over the top with things but it was fun that way. He took his desk and put it in front and blocked it with his mattress by the time they got to realizing where he wasn't they couldn't get him.

That made him smile as he felt the train pull in to stop at another station he just stayed put his stop would be in two more stations until he would just take a short nap. However he wasn't able to and decided to watch the snow fall outside…

It swirled and twirled it pretty little dance…

His eyes followed one little flake and then moved to follow another and another until they grew tired and drifted trying to watch the white beauties flee from his sights. He remember how after blocking the hall full he grabbed a bag and his guitar before heading to the family safe and pushed in the password he remembered his father had punched in once, he loved his photographic memory but kept it only to himself.

His one power other than music in this world.

He smiled punching the five numbered pin 46 for his number next number was 28 when he married his wife and 7 their lucky number… He huffed mentioned something about how they are evil, the demon lord in carriage between the two of them. The train stopped and it was his stop, he woke just in time from his dream or memory whatever it was. After picking up his bag and guitar he walked off the train and noticed there was no snow here, looking up in the dark sky…

'No stars?'

'Well I'll be Tokyo's first and brightest!'

He smiled it was nearly day time he thought a few more hours and the sun would rise, he looked at his watch and huffed 'The train must of stopped due to the snow some time its later than I thought. Or should I say earlier two am.

He walked over to the taxi pickups and hopped in the first one he saw and spoke before the man even had time to ask "Closest hotel." It wasn't more than five minutes until he saw one and the taxi parked in front of it, very nice he thought to himself as he paid the man and then jumped out of the car quickly.

Without a word he went into the hotel paid for two nights and then he would be out of here, tomorrow he would change his life. Today was one step tomorrow will be two steps or even a leap it depends. Going up to his room noticing the tan tile and dark brown interior complete with beautiful wood and stone decorating as well as the abundant use of marble in places and even the classical music in the hotel.

He smiled to himself 'Mozart.'

Going up to the room where he would unpack watch TV and then soon as the sun rose so would he, he caught a few Z's on the train he could go do a few things then crash here in the afternoon. He smiled and turned on the TV to the music network as he watched the hottest bands play, and started to move his finger imagining his fingers on his bass guitar.

Before he knew it the sun was up and he got up dusting off his black outfit before walking grabbing his keys and the bag putting it over his shoulder, all that fit was his money, a different black shirt and his deodorant, cologne, toothpaste, hair brush and toothbrush. He walked into the bathroom showering and got dressed in his other black shirt afterwards, he put on his deodorant and cologne.

Checking the smell by sniffing his chest he shrugged satisfied and brushed his long hair and his white teeth next, after that was settled he looked down to make sure his wallet was clipped to his belt loop by a chain.

He smiled and walked to the front door before going down the main floor when he saw how wealthy it was, it almost made him want to gag it was so freaking proper and wealthy not his style at all. With that he just glared as the staff members but on fake smile and asked if he needed anything, and even tried ushering him to breakfast. They were fake all of them were like being worked by a puppet master, just hollow shells he thought. He walked and walked until he was able to reach the point that would be the birth place of the new him, the him who had no past, no troubles the new him who had a shot at a wonderful life in Tokyo.

He made his way to a salon before long he went in and paid telling them he wanted a die and cut. Feeling someone else wash his hair felt amazing, they asked him why he wanted to cut it. He had that cool retro look and looked so hot, he waved off their comments he couldn't have it or he would be recognized that is if they looked for him. He instead looked at his reflection as the woman held up her scissors and snipped away, he remember when he was little he had never had a real hair appointment and when he was taken he was afraid.

However as a teen he welcomed the idea but his step mother never allowed him 'I love your hair, don't cut it.' He nearly shuttered at the memory and focused back seeing his reflection looking different, this gave him hope and a smile. He leaned back as he told the lady what color "Icy blue please."

"Yes, sir." The woman almost skipped off to get the dye and mix it he closed his eyes sitting up and started to doze when he heard her come back and their was a happy tone in her voice "I'm back with the dye sir."

"What do ya want a cookie?"

"A coffee with you would be great if your paying."

"Nah I ain't got the time."

"Oh well thought I would try."

"Feh. Like I said don't got the time, so can you hurry and I'll tip you."

"Sure thing."

With that her mouth stopped as he felt the foil being put in his hair, he smiled and looked at her. When that happened he saw her blush and continue before long he went to smiled thinking how he did all changing of name paper work at the city hall at his home town it was all said and done back there, he had his plan a few months ago.

He was put under the dryer and asked for a paper, when he got one he saw an apartment and saw it was one bedroom at a nice neighbor it sounded and only 75,000 yen a month. So cheap and it didn't have to be perfect as long as he could sleep he would be fine, he would call the number so as he was done with the dryer.

He read the other news and didn't find anything really interesting before he saw a few job openings for bands, before he smiled to himself thinking 'I also need to make a band.' He had a few friends whom he chatted with in secret here that he had talked to in a music chat room.

Pulling out his cell he texted them and got a reply about the drum player, a base player and a other guitar player. He smiled happily and nodded they would have to meet and speak about details later, he needed a job and wanted to be not struggling to get by. He let the rest just zoom by until it was a blur, when he did next thing he knew he was looking at his reflection, short spiked fanned out rocker hair dyed ice blue and brown eyes staring at him. He took out his colored contacts he had back at home and put them in having blue eyes to match his hair and smiled, before turning to the girl.

"Thank you. How do I look."

"So cool. But not like you before."

"Good. I'll pay now."

"Okay just go to the register and they will check you out, what's your name again?"

He smiled and walked half way their before turning around and having a cocky smirk "Inuyasha Tayuki."

AN: Still sick and dizzy but hey I'm bored so decided to write.