Boma quickly stalked back towards his apartment. He'd come close, way too close. But it was worth it, he'd seen his eyes, those beautiful hazel eyes… he remembered the scent, the quickening of his heart-beat as Boma almost caressed his lips with his own...a shudder ran up his spine, Judoh help him he wanted so badly to go back there…but quickly felt the need to violently squash the very idea. There would be no point, and he was getting too caught up in someone he didn't even know. All he needed was his sister, he just needed to find her, and everything would be ok. …Or so he told himself.

The slums were still desolated, the sky glowing with sunlight just hitting the tops of the old, decaying buildings. A fine mist still clung to the cool morning air, as well as that rancid stench Boma was glad he'd finally grown accustomed to. Looking up ahead he saw the still glowing sign that read 'Hotel Path'. Swiftly, Boma pushed open the broken door, gesturing to the old hotel owner, Vince, who sat in his usual spot behind the desk, as he headed for the stairs.

Vince called after him playfully, "Late night ey Boma?" Neither turning nor stopping Boma merely responded with a small motion of his hand but otherwise ignored the comment. He needed some time to think by himself. Now.

The old man just smirked to himself as Boma began swiftly ascending the stairs, not expecting anything else from the silent man.

As Boma crossed the corridor to the next set of stairs he could hear some of the residents stirring, getting ready for the day. Mostly people walking around their rooms getting changed, others still dormant. As Boma rounded to start climbing the next flight of stairs he almost walked straight into a woman with red hair, wrapped in a white dressing-gown and holding a few items, obviously heading towards the showers. "Oh! Hey there Boma…would you like to join me?" she purred into his ear as she passed, trailing a hand gently across his shoulder. God, not this woman, he was getting sick of almost constantly being hit-on, and not just by her. Again he ignored this, continuing up the stairs as if he hadn't even noticed her. He could feel her eyes burning into his backside until he rounded the corner at the top of the stairs.

Just one last floor. Just one last floor. Boma mentally chanted. Why did simply getting to his apartment have to be so difficult? He'd use his chaff just so he wouldn't have to bother with the other inhabitants of the building, but that would just be a waste. Which reminded him, he needed to get some more of that. Boma made a note of this in the back of his mind.

Unfortunately, Boma seemed to have made quite a name for himself, not only in the slums, but all of Judoh, and even in the Underground. Everyone seemed to know who he was or had at least heard of him. He was no celebrity, but however he'd done it, he just hoped it would help him find his little sister sooner.

Climbing the last flight of stairs, Boma finally made it to his apartment. Breathing out a sigh of relief as he closed the door behind him, leaning against it. There wasn't much to his room, almost literally empty aside form the odd piece of furniture. His sword was leant against his bed, next to the large bar window at the far end of the small room, his bedside-table had an old vase sat upon it, which caught the water of a leaking pipe sticking out the ceiling, and a rag was hung from a poll under the vase. Opposite his bed was a cabinet, and on the wall next to that was a half broken mirror. Two rickety cupboards were positioned each side of the door, and the fan above his bed was left on to continuously circulate the air in the tiny room. That was it, but that was all he needed. Boma had no possessions, no hobbies; any money he made doing odd jobs for people went towards his rent, or sometimes food, though he never ate much. He was either out searching for his sister, clearing his head, or engulfing himself in his thoughts and memories. It was all he had. And when he put it so simply in his mind, it made him realise what a sad existence he lived. His hands were blood-soaked, he was the ultimate assassin, but it came at a terrible price. As much as those crims deserved what came to them, but what was left of his human side was still affected.

Boma slowly sauntered over to his bed, removing his cloak and tossing it across the blankets; he then sat on the edge, staring over at his sword. I wonder if I will ever see him again... He lay back amongst the sheets, closing his eyes. Unfortunately, it would be very unlikely, even if he did know his brother, he wouldn't have any excuse to go and see him. And even if he did…what would he do? Talk with him? That wasn't exactly something Boma was particularly good at; he'd always preferred listening to people.

Boma shook his head. He had to stop thinking about him already; he couldn't allow himself to get to close to anybody, never again. Not after Brad... He tried to relax against his pillow, maybe another nap would help? Steadying his breathing, he didn't bother to take off his boots or pull up the covers. Clearing his head, sleep eventually took over.

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They kissed passionately, moaning into each others mouths, bodies frantically bucking and sliding together, sweat pouring from their naked bodies. Boma pulled away, gasping for breath, his burning crimson gaze connecting with strong hazel ones, the face above him a silhouette of long, golden hair. Then slowly the person crept down his body, to his leaking point of need, running their nails down his chest and belly.

Boma cried out as hot wet suction surrounded him suddenly, his hand instantly went to grasp the silken blonde locks. He dug his heels into the mattress and bucked into the hot mouth bobbing up and down his shaft, a firm hand holding the base.

Intense pleasure curled and surged through his body, he was going to cum. Boma began crying out a name over and over…a name… his moans increasing in volume as he trusted furiously, nearing his completion. His back arched and he lost control, writhing and bucking in wild abandon. His breath hitched in his throat, before…

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Boma shot straight up in his bed; panting hard, drenched with sweat, and painfully hard, not realising he was still shifting his hips. He let loose a long low groan as re-collected himself. He hadn't had a dream like that since…probably since he first went to prison. This was a bad sign, now he was even lusting after a man he didn't know. It had to be him, no, he knew it was him. Shun was already taking up his thoughts, his thoughts which should be centred on finding his sister! He growled; he definitely wasn't going to let that happen.

But Shun was just so…addicting somehow.

Now he even wanted to hear his voice, to see what kinds of sounds he could render from his throat. Boma moaned, he had to stop thinking like that, it wasn't helping his situation at all. He licked his lips, his erection simply begged to be touched. He lay back down among the sheets, his hand slowly tracing down his chest before hesitating at the hem of his pants, and he closed his eyes. He couldn't…he hadn't for so long…he had to resist, if that were humanly possible by that stage.

Boma rolled over groggily, careful not to create too much friction on his pulsing need, and dunked his face into the cold vase of water. He stayed like that for as long as his breath would allow him. Slowly he sat back up, grabbing the rag hanging under the small bedside-table and dried off his face and the bits of his hair that had gotten wet. That would have to do…

But what was he going to do about Shun? He couldn't see himself getting over this little problem any time soon…maybe he should go talk to Daisuke about it, who else was there to even talk too? Though there was the problem of the blonde becoming totally disgusted in him; 1 for being like this over his brother and 2 because he was also a- man…

That was when reality hit, hard.

The werewolf stared at the fan as it spun silently above him for a moment. He wasn't…gay. Not him, he could never be…?

Boma let out a deep sigh…it was pointless. Maybe he should just go to Daisuke; he seems like an understanding kind of guy after all.

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Beep…beep…beep.

Shun scowled, before opening his eyes. Damn…why couldn't this have just been a dream? What he wouldn't give to be in his own bed right now. He felt so weak, and his chest ached terribly, he could barely even breathe, if it weren't for the machine he was attached to, Shun wasn't sure he could even manage it himself. He winced in the agony of it all. He hated feeling so weak.

Suddenly he heard a bang next to him, looking over slowly he saw his brother, standing next to his android partner pressed against the other side of a viewing window. Daisuke looked awful, seemingly drained and tired, even the slightest bit thinner than he usually was. But Shun noticed, he also looked so incredibly sad. Somehow it reminded him of when Daisuke was a small child, crying his eyes out like he did so often. In a soft, frail voice that seemed so foreign when it reached his ears, he murmured, "Why is it that you are still crying, why Daisuke?"

Dais turned from calling the nurse, to stare back anxiously at his weakened brother. "You're awake!" he cried through the glass. Shun was ok! He'd never been so relieved in his life, just to see his brother open his eyes; he fought to hold back tears.

Didn't he tell Daisuke to go on that mission already? "What are you doing here? I thought I told you it was important?" he paused for a shaky breath. "Get to the Siberbians village." Daisuke's face visibly softened, Shun could see he obviously didn't want to. "Go Daisuke." He pressed.

"But what about you?" Daisuke returned weakly.

Shun could feel his mind slipping back into unconsciousness, drawing a final, trembling breath, he whispered, "I'll be, waiting right here…"

Daisuke punched the window as he watched his brother's eyes drift closed once more. He really didn't want to have to leave him like this, but…

J looked to his partner, "Daisuke? …A man should learn to trust in the people he loves."

Thinking things through in his head for a moment, eventually Dais turned to face the giant android with a small smile. "Let's get going then J." Before turning to leave.

J nodded. "Roger that." He replied and followed his young partner to the door.

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Leaping from rooftop to rooftop, where Boma wouldn't have to worry about the nervous stares he got from seemingly everyone he passed in the streets below, he slowly made his way back to the South Hospital. The day had turned out to be beautiful, clear blue skies and perfectly warm temperature, a slight breeze in the air. Boma took in the smells of the city as he gracefully flew through the air, he felt revived, there was something different, something was stirring in his heart, feeling lighter, as if he could run forever without even becoming exhausted. A new source of energy carried him on.

Once again he stood in front of the hospital, concealed by chaff. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the building, but it wasn't long before they flew back open in mild shock. Daisuke was not in the hospital. Boma scowled, 'Why? Where could he have gone at a time like this?' He once again closed his eyes, lines of concentration forming around them; he focused on a bigger area. 'There he is…' Daisuke seemed to be making a speedy exit towards the Judoh Bridge on the other side of the city in the North Region; he was heading for the Off-Shore? Apparently he also had his android with him as well.

Boma was thoroughly confused, questions upon questions spinning through his head, "Why would Dais be headed so far away now? What could he be up to outside Judoh? What does this mean about Shun's condition? Did he wake up? Did he - die?' He shook his head, taking a deep breath, he needed to calm down. Maybe he could just go and check on the older brother? Then he wouldn't have to worry so much about Shun and could go on to see what Daisuke was up too. For some reason, he always felt compelled to keep an eye on the young blonde.

Boma quickly made his way across the rooftops surrounding the hospital to make his way over to the side of the building Shun was on. He scanned the windows until he found the one he was looking for. He could make that distance, but he didn't have enough chaff left to give himself a soft, un-heard landing, especially if he wanted enough left to get back out of the building. Boma mentally kicked himself for being so thoughtless, he'd never let his back up stash get so low before, he was definitely going to need to go back for more before he went after Daisuke, and that was on the other side of the entire city from where the blonde was headed.

He growled, well then he had no time to ponder this; and no time to worry about security, especially when he wasn't going to need to dismiss the chaff anyway. Backing up he gave himself a good couple of metres for a run-up, he hunched slightly, strengthening the chaff, before pushing off into a lightning fast bolt, practically throwing himself off the side of the building. Boma was propelled through the air, un-afraid as he fell towards the desired window, his long black hair and short cloak dragged behind him, the wind brushing loudly past his ears.

Nearing the window, Boma used the chaff to pass through it and just about glide himself down to the floor. Unfortunately, as predicted, it wasn't enough as he connected to the tiled floor with a hard thud right next to Shun's bed, before continuing to bounce straight through the next wall and skid to a halt against the seat Dais had been sleeping on.

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Shun felt a strong breeze suddenly rush through the room, which was quickly followed by a sickening sounding thump on the floor next to him. He blinked, already having sat up, and no longer attached to the heart monitor or breathing machine as the nurses had taken care of, he leaned over to look down beside the bed. Nothing. Shun scowled, confused, then looked over to the window, which he discovered wasn't actually a window that could even be opened.

'I'm not hearing things now am I?' Shun thought to himself, slightly concerned. 'What…what was that anyway?' It reminded him of that odd dream he had about the guy with blood red eyes, like nothing he'd ever seen. Shun leaned back against the pillow in thought, temporarily distracted from the strange incident that had just taken place.

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Boma let out a pained moan as he lay un-moving on the ground. He'd hit his head pretty hard when he landed. Blearily he managed to push himself from the cold tiles beneath him, un-steadily balancing an arm on the seat as he used it to push himself to his feet.

Darkness tugged at the edge of his vision, he brought a hand to his head as a sharp pain thumped in the side of it. 'I…just need, to see if he's ok…so I can…' Boma stumble forward, barely able too stand. He winced; squeezing his eyes shut at a particularly painful stab in the side of his head, accidentally walking straight into the wall that blocked him from passing into Shun's room with a thud, not noticing as said man suddenly looked up startled by the noise and not seeing anything there.

"Hello?" Boma barely heard someone call as he somehow managed to concentrate the chaff so that he could pass through the offending structure. He passed through easily but stumbled a bit on the spot. 'Oh no…' He could rapidly feel himself loosing consciousness; all he could now hear was a high-pitched buzzing in his ears. He gave a final defeated groan as he passed out, collapsing to the floor in a heap.

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A/N

Yes, I want to keep this fic as true to the anime as possible, so I felt no need to change the text in parts like this, so you can refer it to when stuff happened in it.

I know…I'm no good at J, man, I dunno what he'd say! And jeez why did I make him sound so naïve?

Me: Poor Boma. Oh the things I put him through.

Boma: This…isn't like me at all…

Me: You don't think? Meh, thought id show I weaker side to you, make you more appealing to the readers…not that that really can be done…

Ok…ever since I began writing this…people seem to be putting up Boma stories on both fanfiction sites like crazy! …sniff…I'm so proud of those people! I've been waiting almost 2 years! Only recently did I give up and think, "I'm gonna write my own fanfics for once!" so I'll have to take some of the stuff I said in the 1st chaps A/N back lol.