Recap: There he was. It was a man that was looking at him. Harry could feel it, all the sixth sense shit left from fighting a war never truly left him and he looked up only to see a man leaning on the building looking at him. Not leering, not criticizing, no hate or pity, only understanding and a calm calculating look. Like he wanted to say something but didn't want Harry to stop singing.

The man had finally finished singing his song and Ryusuke finally approached the man. He was different than the other street musicians he had seen in this city, most were well to do rich kids that were board during the summer holiday and wanted to make a little easy cash. But this man, and he was defiantly a man, Ryusuke could tell when he looked at him that he was fighting for his life. A life that was rough and lonely and dirty but was still a life. As he walked closer to the man sitting on the curb he noticed two things that intrigued him. One, the man had shockingly emerald eyes and odd scar on his forehead. And two, he was painfully aware of all that was going on around him. Ryusuke could tell that the man saw everything that happened on his corner and on the streets that it intersected.

The man had begun to play again. The song was a bitter but blindingly true melody that touched you, deep down, if you actually gave a moment as you passed, to listen. Ryusuke was now only feet from the man and decided to wait against the wall until the song was over. He was actually awe struck at what the man was singing.

They call me white devil, Black Jesus,
Heaven closes, Hell freezes,
Ego's trippin', scripts keep flippin'
Bloods keep bloodin', Crips keep crippin'
Time keeps slippin' and I keep fallin'
I can't see but I hear them callin',
Ballers ballin',Players playin', haters fightin', Righteous praying dawn breaking,
Manhattan keeps making, Brooklyn keeps takin'
Shook ones keep shakin', no time for fakin'
Know what I mean ain't choppin' no pies,
Just risin' like cream
If you're digging the scene,
If you feelin' the vibes,
Throw your hands in the air,
Scream out you're alive,

Singin' na na nana na na
Singin' na na nana na na

Harry looked up at the man as he approached and kept his eyes on him as he continued to play. He had no intention of being robbed, arrested, harassed or beat up. He was just there to make some money to eat. Maybe buy a new string for his guitar, he could tell as he played that one of the strings would snap soon, and without a functioning guitar he had no way to make any money. He was still technically a minor and he had no parents to sign for him, no emancipation papers, and no way to get fake documents. Fake documents cost more money then Harry could ever get. And now even with some money coming in he was thankful that the Dursleys had starved him, because it made him able to ignore the gnawing hunger pains that many homeless teens suffered from. The Dursleys made him tough and the betrayal of the wizarding world made him a hardened man so he just kept singing.

They call me Black Jesus, White Moses,
Heaven freezes, Hell closes
poses and punk rock chicks,
The kids are all right
But I need my fix
If you're diggin' the mix,
if you're feelin' the drugs
If you're keepin' it real
If you're livin' like thugs,
I spit kisses and hugs like 45 slugs
Come back on the one and kiss my love gun
Gotta look that will kill,
A voice that will carry, half a dozen women
Ya think I wanna marry, trouble on my mind,
I'm refusin' to lose
Still I've gotta find someone to abuse
So won't you run spread the news
Help say the word and jump the fuck back
And act like you heard

They call me white devil, Black Jesus,
Heaven closes Hell freezes,
Black Jesus, White Moses,
Heaven freezes, Hell closes

Singin' na na nana na na singin'
Singin' na na nana na na singin'

Ryusuke noticed that the mans piercing gaze centered on him and it sent a shiver down his spine. And that his earlier assumptions about the man were wrong. He was not a man but at the very most he was sixteen and to be hardened to such a point at such an age meant that the kid had really been through the ringer and he really needed to get out of this place that held his misery. Kids song was coming to and end and Ryusuke decided to approach him.

They call me white sinner, black martyr,
Live wire fire starter, jungle brother,
Red neck cracker, freak of nature
New world slacker,
Sex junkie lookin' for a dealer
You can play the leaper girl
And I can play the healer
Shit is only getting realer
Baby haven't you heard that the
Bird, bird, bird, yes the bird is the word
They go one for the trouble, two for the time, Three for my homies and four for the dimes, Singin' lemons to the lime
Till the break of dawn
Excuse me every six minutes
Everlast you're on, and they go on and on
Like a rolling stone,
Baby anywhere I lay my hat is my home

They call me white devil, Black Jesus,
Heaven closes, Hell freezes,
Black Jesus, White Moses,
Heaven freezes, Hell closes

Singin' na na nana na na singing
Singin' na na nana na na singin'

The boy was finally done singing. He had started counting the money that had accumulated in his guitar case and when he was done he put the money in his pocket and put away and looked up at Ryusuke and said, " if you're here to give me a hard time, then you can just bring it, 'cause I'm not afraid of you." Ryusuke smiled at the kids spunk all he said was, "Hey man, I'm Ryusuke and I think I might just have a proposition for you."