Eyo! Here with C4! Now, I know you're all there, and I know you're all curious about C14, but you're never gonna see it at this rate, This story is on it's fourth chapter and I don't see a single review! Come on guys, pick up the pace a little XD

I arrived home soon enough, and when I opened the door, I came face to face with both my parents.

"Get out" Mom glared.

"Huh?" I blinked.

"Get out" Mom repeated.

"Why?" I asked.

"You're a traitor" dad scowled.

"W-what do you mean?" I wondered, playing dumb.

"We got the report!" Mom yelled, "you were seen with Homra's vanguard Misaki Yata!"

"The king's already kicked you out, and you've been disowned by us" dad stated, "get your stuff and get out!"

I stared at them both before saying "seriously?"

"Yes, go, now!" Mom, or Mikuro now, exclaimed.

"...Yes!" I cheered loudly, running upstairs and feeling free to break every rule my ex-parents had ever made as I packed my large bag with my skateboard, a money jar that I'd been holding onto for years that had some money in it, my scrapbook, and some clothes.

I never stopped grinning as I grinded against the stair rail with Yata's skateboard, and laughed when Mikuro jumped out of the way, I even smacked Koma upside the head as I flew past him.

I went to my closet and emptied it out, deciding to not take any risks since someone might have spotted me near it. My next destination was the hair dresser's, where I proceed to spend half my money on a style I'd been dreaming about for years.

My last stop was the city hall, where I knocked a lady at her computer out and hacked into my file, deleting everything before hacking into the security cameras and doing the same to this afternoon's footage.

I randomly skated around for a while, half-heartedly looking for a place to stay. When I went up an ally, I was lucky enough to notice a completely abandoned shop, it wasn't in any good shape, but it didn't look like anyone had been here for years, so I deemed it as safe to live in.

After a little exploring around my temporary, or maybe even permanent home, I found a shattered mirror. I pulled out the largest shard and looked at my reflection.

My hair was styled as a short, bright red pixie cut now, my eyes had turned a colourless grey-white shade, since I had been in a clan all my life, and I had a large cut going up my cheek which was already healing, I wasn't entirely sure, but I think I got the cut from climbing through the abandoned shop's shattered window.

I wasn't Miyuki Ao anymore.

I looked like a gang member.

Huh, I guess Minatsu Aka has a nice ring to it, I grinned before setting up a semi-comfortible place to sleep and proceeding to catch some Z's.