Author note: This chapter is about Asari! Thank you to everyone that reviewed, followed, or favored the first chapter. I really appreciate it! Enjoy~

Water poured down from the sky, pounding the Earth beneath it. This day was dark and gloomy just like the ones before. It was a week ago that Giotto and G had arrived in Japan. A few years had passed since they had met. They had grown taller and matured considerably. They were there because Giotto wanted to visit the country since it had always been an interest of his. G like always couldn't say no, and even if he wanted to the blonde would have found some way to drag him along whether it was with his words or physically. Ever since they had met it had been one adventure after another - at least that is what Giotto considered it to be. To others and G it could be considered to be reckless and stupid.

Within the week the two men had met many people, learning about their culture and enjoying the different kinds of foods they had to offer, the tastes and smells of which were completely different from the ones they were used to from the food they ate back home in Italy.

"How much longer are we going to stay here? I am getting tired of this rainy weather. I feel like I am going to get sick." G began to complain.

"Oh come on now G, it's not that bad. It could be worse if you think about it. Don't you like going around and looking at all of the different things that we don't have back at home?" Giotto happily replied, ignoring the annoyed look the red head shot his way.

"It's not the place itself I have a problem with; it's the weather, and the god awful amount of time it took to get here."

"The boat ride was….."

"Hell." G interrupted, pulling out a cigarette to light it.

"A new experience; a long one, but still a tolerable one."

"I am never going to understand you, am I?"

When there was no answer to his question G looked up to see that his friend had completely disappeared from his side. Looking around the blonde was nowhere to be found. Sadly this wasn't the first time G had lost his friend. If he ever looked away for more than a second he would be gone. It was like watching over a child sometimes.

"Giotto...Giotto?!" He yelled out, looking through the crowd frantically. People that were nearby gave him strange looks but he didn't care. All he was thinking about was where his friend had gone. With his luck he had managed to get himself in another situation that would require G fighting them out of. Even though he wasn't a fan of Japan, he would prefer not getting kicked out of the country, and because he wasn't a fan he sure as hell didn't want to get locked up there.

A street over, there was a small group of people gathered around, listening to the peaceful sound of a flute. It was this that had grabbed the attention of the Italian. In the center of the group there was a young man playing music. The crowd seemed to be soothed by the sound; some people even looked like they were on the verge of tears. The atmosphere the music gave off was one that could make someone forget all of their troubles, even if it was just for a little while.

The young man continued playing for five minutes before he finished and bowed, thanking everyone for coming to watch him preform. While he was putting his things away he noticed that not everyone had left. There was still a man standing there. He looked foreign but the brown haired male couldn't tell what country he could have been from, but it was definitely somewhere from the west.

"Is there anything I can help you with sir?" The flutist asked politely.

"That was a beautiful song you played, what is it called?" Giotto asked, smiling.

"Well, it doesn't have a name. I just never thought of naming my songs, I play them from my heart and I think that is enough."

"Ah, I understand. Tell me, what is your name?"

"I am Ugetsu Asari, and yourself?"

"Well back at home I go by Giotto, but while I am here I go by Ieyasu. You may call me either."

"I'll call you by your Japanese name then, Ieyasu. By the way, where is back home for you? If you don't mind me asking."

"Italy. I came here to visit with my friend, who I have seemed to have lost." The blonde responded, laughing sheepishly.

Just as that was said down the street from where the two men were standing came running an out of breath G. Once he reached them he stopped, putting his hands on his knees in an attempt to catch his breath.

"W-Where….did…you go?!"

"I heard music and I wanted to come see who was playing. It was a great performance, you really should have been here to hear it."

"How was I supposed to know when you walk away and don't tell anyone?!"

"I did tell you. It's not my fault you were too busy complaining about the weather. I know! How about you play him some of your music Ugetsu, that'll cheer him up!"

"You clearly don't know me," G deadpanned.

Asari just sat and watched as the two foreigners bickered with each other. It was amusing to him somehow, so much so that he started to laugh.

"What's so funny?!"G growled

"Nothing, it's just you two are so lively compared to many people in this city, you could be your own comedy act." Asari smiled at G and Giotto.

"What do you mean compared to the people here?" Giotto asked.

"Well it's just that, if you hadn't noticed it rains here a lot, and if it's not raining it's still gloomy. Not to mention that a lot of the people that live here are either out of work or have very low paying jobs, making it hard for them and their families to get by. That's why I go around playing my music - so that hopefully they can have one thing they can smile at in these dark times."

"Is that so?" Giotto spoke with small smile gracing his lips "You're a good man Ugetsu. I know that we have only just met, but I believe that you have a good heart, and I hope that you continue doing this for the people of this city. I am sure they appreciate it."

"Thank you. I'd hate to leave so suddenly but I have two more areas that I need to visit before it gets dark. So I must take off."

"It is about time for us to head back to the room we are staying at. I hope that one day we can meet again." Giotto looked at Asari with a kind smile.

"I hope that as well. You should be able to find me. I am usually somewhere playing my music every day - that is if you come back to this place."

"I will most defiantly come back one day, I'll even drag Mr. Grumpy along as well so you two can get to know each other better. Maybe sometime you can even come visit us in Italy," Giotto responded happily.

"I don't know about that, as it would cost a lot of money for me to travel that far, but it the chance comes up I will see what I can do."

As the three men walked away from each other G leaned over towards his friend.

"We're not really coming back here again are we?"

"Why wouldn't we? Don't you want to meet that nice man again?"

"Not really, there is something about him that I don't like." G said looking back behind him. "He is too happy for his own good."

"Remember, you didn't like me at first either."

"Yeah, well you're too carefree for your own good."

"You never know, he could help us someday."