As fate would have it , however less imaginable, his sudden appearence seemed to clear the air

As fate would have it , however less imaginable, his sudden appearance seemed to clear the air. The tension wasn't completely gone, just seemed to have been put aside... for now. And to the young ("Ex"?) drug dealer's mind, it was sort of like the nightmare that parents had about their kid getting taken away only to meet up years later but the parents don't recognize them until it's too late. They, the child, had either run off or had just been found dead. It was just like that.
Only more surreal.

Never the less, questions couldn't help but be exchanged.

Were those really the same headphones she had given him before she left?

He couldn't remember.

Did he ever take them off?

Only to bathe. Obsessive much?

What about the Samurai?

They were friends. Joined up after protecting some wussy kid from a gang of punks run by an Elvis-wannabe, according to the she-devil. The pair was going to fight in the upcoming tournament together.

What about her?

How old was she?
Seventeen- three years older than he.

What about her rainbow hair?

She had died it at the start of high school just with a view red streaks and it evolved to their being almost no brown hair left. Only strands that formed different segments, each with a different color. Her bangs were yellow, beside was a different color.

Cool. The tattoo was cooler though.

Tattoo? She had almost forgotten about them to tell the truth. She had a wing-like design on each cheek. It didn't hurt, she was pretty numb during it. No she wasn't drunk, Coral would vouch for her. But she did laugh a lot while she got inked. Did that make her a masochist?

No. What... exactly was it?

Didn't she just answer that? Demonic wings she used to help control her Yami Shikigami. No one really paid much attention to them in the States, even if they did they just gave her a weird look and that it. But here in Japan, well, she had forgotten that tattoos typically banded a person from most public places since tattoos used to be only for seperating criminals and convicts from good citizens. That and it made most Japanese people think you were with the Mafia...

He didn't mind. So where did she go to school?

An old Prep Academy but she had been homeschooled in Juvie for the past two years with her friends.
"Lucky," he said. She got the feeling like he had been alone for a long time. He sighed. That only confirmed it for her. It was an I-wish-I-had-friends-to-be-homeschooled-with sigh.

So what type of music did she listen to?

A lot of things, just about everything but Blues and Country. Mostly Rock, Alternative, Punk, Emo, and some stuff from Broadway. She loved Phantom of the Opera.

No J-Pop?

No. Well, very little actually. Whatever was the theme song for the animes she watched.

"So why'd you come back to Japan after all these years?"

The smile faded from her face. "Oh... I got in some trouble with school..."

xXx

It was really dark out but no stars could be seen. That was okay, I was used to not seeing stars by now. I just thought it'd be easier to see them all the way in Japan than in the US. There was a bit of breeze, just to cool the humid air that would surely choke those who were not used to it. Meaning I was dead by now...
Me and Yoh had sneaked out from the living room and the chaos that was going on. I thought I'd be the one to butt heads with Anna but Coral beat me to it and the clash of the titans was currently taking place in the living room. My guess was Aimee and Amidamaru were talking quietly in the corner. But what a Samurai and an ex-glass blower, someone who made crystal meth, could possibly talk about, I had no idea. Maybe it was about killing people or doing things that the rest of the world considered foolish. But lets be truthful, if we can get past the in class 'moral' discussion answer we can realize the truth- both their jobs kick ass.
So with my 'kick ass' job, why was it I was suddenly unable to speak of it? At Juvie, I had no problem bragging about my three year dealing spree, one could in fact say I was a bit of a bragger when it came to that. I was respected by most of the people 'attending' it and as detached as possible from the adults.
So why is it now that I had actually seen Yoh, I found it impossible to speak of my old job?
I'll tell you.

When I saw Yoh, there was just something about him. A bright light shining in the ever darkening world. An escape rope so you safely get out of the burned down research lab on Cinnabar Island with having to restart your Pokémon game. A cup of hot chocolate on a cold winter day.

He was innocent.

His chocolate brown eyes burned into my violet ones and for once I felt as though all the law enforces and adults were right. I was a criminal. A tainted white rose. A dirt rag that was meant to be thrown away. A monster. For that first moment when I recognized him a single word flashed through my head.


Devil.
People used to call me devil child all the time before I moved to American and 'started anew'. I was sure he'd gotten his fair share of taunts as well but in the spilt second I knew it was true. I was a devil in America. A trickster in true form. I deny nor regret none of it. I was a drug dealer. Always will have been- nothing was going to change that. But Yoh...

He was innocent. He deserved so much better than that. To face the horrid truth about me, his cousin. And although some might say for this he deserved the truth, I would feed him nothing but lies just as Coral and Aimee would. He didn't need to know about my past. Nor did I of his. I'd remain silent and the world would pass by while he formed his own opinion.
Still, his question caught me off guard.

"Oh... I got in some trouble with school..."