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Home
By EggDropSoup

"And even now
When I'm alone
I've always known
With you
I am home"
_ Home, by Vanessa Carlton.

There's a homeless man who lives in the alley, behind a bar, in Kyoto. He has brown hair, strange colored eyes, and a pretty face. No one knows how or when he got there, but the customers see him every now and then rummaging through the trashcans. The management tried to chase him away, even called the police to remove him. However, each time he just kept coming back. Eventually, he was ignored altogether-left alone to either give up and go back to where he came from or die of starvation.

Some of the regulars got curious and bought the brunet drinks, even food. At first, the man was a little wary of the attention, but some of the people he was familiar with asked him how he'd ended up in the slums. The man, while grungy in an old suit and trench coat, was not ugly. His big doe eyes, long lashes, and feminine face made it hard for any of them to imagine that such an attractive person would be reduced to the streets. It was such a waste for someone so young.

And while he didn't volunteer much about himself, he did tell them that he was twenty-six and he used to be a detective. He had a good career, was even mentioned in the newspapers. While he was good at his job, and surrounded by people, he still felt unexplainably lonely. Like something was missing, but he couldn't figure out what it was.

He had spent years harboring that empty, tired feeling and one night, the answer came to him in his dreams. He dreamed of fire and green eyes, and he knew then that he had to leave his apartment -his life- in Tokyo to travel to the town he had dreamed of in search for someone. Someone he knew only in his dreams. But he was sure, so sure, that that person was the only one who could give his life purpose.

His reason to stay.

When he told them this, they laughed and a few even called him crazy. To that, the man would only smile sadly and say, "Maybe you're right."

Time passed. The days quickly turned to weeks and then to months. The weather changed along with it, becoming colder, and the man soon became as uninteresting as the alley he resided in.

The people who were so entranced with him stopped noticing him altogether. The man didn't seem to mind though, and continued to live in his box-house and wait.

Life continued on for a while and no one noticed that the man was gone until they saw someone else in his box one day. An elderly man had taken over residence of the small alley and when asked what happened to the former occupant, the old man just smiled wistfully as he recalled the events that had led up to the other man's disappearance.

A week ago, he had been wandering around the alleys, looking for a safe place to make his home and rest. He had chanced upon the man called 'Tsuzuki', and had asked if they could be neighbors. The brunet had kindly helped him build his house, even gave him a tarp to keep out the rain and cold.

Nights later, a blond boy that couldn't have been older than sixteen came sprinting into the alley. From what he could gather, the boy had run away from home, with nothing but the clothes on his back and his college savings in his pocket. The kid had taken the man with him, giving no indication as to where they had planned to go.

When told this, the bar's customers and employees all gave him varying degrees of skeptical looks. They didn't believe the old man. What kid would want to find some penniless ex-detective?

But they didn't see the blond come rushing into the alley, launching himself at the brunet. The two had held each other like their lives depended on it. He couldn't describe the way they looked at each other. The words that came to mind seemed so small, so meaningless.

How can one describe something as amazing as seeing two people look at each other like the other was their entire world? The boy didn't even seem deterred that the man he was holding probably hadn't showered in days.

He remembered it vividly, and recalled the last words he had heard them say to each other as they walked out of the alleyway, hand in hand.

"Where are we going, Hisoka?"

"It doesn't matter. As long as I'm by your side, I'm home."

End.

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And this was originally supposed to be angst, but it came out more fluffy. I just can't write sad stuff…or have it stay sad.

EDS: I can't write angst. ;_;

Eria: You're angsting over the fact that you can't angst. XD

EDS: AAAAAAH! D: