A/N: RAWZ! Hi people! XD Grrz, I've been so busy and I've had this done forever so I never got it up! T^T But some stuff, first. I won first place at Zenkaicon 2012's masquerade for my dance cover! Here ish that video:

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And to spread my new friends awesomenessnessnessness around, here was their award winning skit!

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So you can see why I was so busy. XD So yeah, that's it, here is your song for the day. XD

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Okay everybody! That is it, I'm off to bed!

~Misty

Rescue me

Miharu normally was the type of person who stayed out of things that had nothing to do with him, he was the type of person who stayed out of trouble, but this was different. He barely knew Sora, and Sora barely knew him, but there was something different about their relationship, they were so different, yet so similar.

Sora was just like another him, a twin.

The storm outside had calmed down slightly, the lightening still flashed in the sky and the thundered still crashed in the sky, but the lightening wasn't so bright and the thunder was slowly drifting away in the distance. Miharu rested his head against the cold bus window, watching the rain splatter against it and everything else as it fell from the sky. Miharu had convinced Thobari sensei that he was simply going to walk home, adding a small threat of, he'd cut off his tongue if he didn't get to go by himself, and somehow he convinced him. Mihau smirked to himself at his deviousness in his plan, but it disappeared when he remember exactly what he was doing; he was heading to the next town to find Sora. He told everyone he was going home, and it wasn't a lie, he just never said he was going to see Sora first. He knew his teacher promised him that everything would be okay, but he wanted to see for himself that Sora was okay, and hoped in his mind that he wasn't at this moment being deliberately hurt.

Just the thought hurt something in Miharu's chest again, it hurt more than anything Miharu had ever felt, and Miharu, being his apathetic nature, didn't feel much, but something with Sora made him feel different. He never felt the way he did with anyone or anything, but Sora was different, Sora was another him and Miharu knew he had had his own shares of pain in his life like he did, but unlike Miharu who wanted to block out those pains, Miharu was going to get rid of anything that caused pain in Sora's life, he didn't have to, and he really didn't need to, but he felt like he wanted to.

The bus slowly pulled into its station, to the town Miharu found out was Sora's. When no one was looking, Miharu quickly swiped the info card for Sora off of the principles desk and kept it safely in his pocket, seeing that he was from this town and where he lived. Miharu breathed in as the bus stopped and sat up, leaving the bus; as his feet hit the wet ground Miharu let out his breath. He was there, and very soon he'd find out what he needed to know, he just really hoped Sora was joking, that way he could stop thinking about Sora being in pain.

"You gonna be okay kid?" Miharu turned his head at the bus driver and nodded his head.

"Yes, I'll be fine, thank you," Miharu said and started his venture. He didn't know this town well, but he was able to find the street and house Sora lived at. Miharu looked up at the house, it was a nice house and the garden was nice too, the rain didn't help because he kept closing his eyes every time the water hit his face. Miharu felt his heart pounding in his chest, just like yesterday when he and Sora… He swallowed, trying to rid the thoughts of what happened so he wouldn't look like an idiot while he was there. Miharu opened the gate to the home, briefly looking at the sign, "Kouda," before closing the gate behind him and walking up to the door. Miharu raised his hand, ready to knock when he froze.

Thoughts went through his mind; what if Sora's dad was abusive? What if he was in trouble and Miharu wouldn't be able to help? What if while he was there, Sora's father tried to hurt him too? What if he'd hurt Sora for Miharu even coming to see him? What if… Miharu swallowed; now wasn't the time to get cold feet. He needed to do this, and with that thought he finished what he wanted to do and knocked on the door.

Miharu waited, still getting rained on before he heard someone behind the door and watched the door open. It wasn't Sora who opened the door, it was another boy, shorter hair than Sora's and shorter, but taller than Miharu. He had a slight resemblance to Sora, but not by much; maybe this was Sora's younger brother?

"Can I help you?" He asked politely. Miharu noted after a second that he wasn't answering and he nodded his head in response.

"Um, yes, I-I'm looking for Sora Kouda, I was… Told he lived here." Miharu said. Okay, so it was a lie, but it's not easy explaining to someone that you left school with information of someone on a little card that you took from the school you left and came to their house to see if they were getting beaten up by their father... Well, that just about explained it, but Miharu wouldn't speak that.

"Sora," the boy questioned, taken aback by Miharu's questioned. The boy looked behind him, there was no one in the room with him so he opened the door more and motioned for Miharu to come in. "Um, I'll get him for you; I'm Tsukasa, I'm his younger brother." He continued as he walked over to a door that lead to some stairs and disappeared behind it. So Miharu had been right, he was his younger brother, that now was one mystery solved. Miharu was now left alone in the room; somewhat shivering from his wet clothes, but none the less he decided to do some discrete looking around.

The house seemed pretty nice, from inside and out; the living room he was standing in was well decorated and kept clean, so obviously Sora wasn't living in a rat whole, though Miharu couldn't help but wonder why Tsukasa had gone downstairs, normally downstairs meant basement, but Miharu had to stop thinking like that. Maybe the basement was well furnished and decorated and everything, he didn't know. He could hear people talking; two boys as a matter of fact, both of them with familiar voices, one more familiar, and soon those voices started getting closer. Soon enough he could Tsukasa emerge from the door he disappeared behind and behind him was Sora, and all of Miharu's worries flooded back. There were obvious bruises that weren't caused by "falling" down some stairs, and his arm was simply wrapped up in a towel, dried blood caked onto it, it didn't even look like someone tried taking him to a hospital.

"Miharu…?" Sora questioned, surprised to see his friend in his town, in his own home.

"Oh god, Sora, what happened to you?" Miharu asked, pacing up to him and gently touching the red scratches and dark blue bruises on Sora's face. Sora instantly curled away from him and tried pushing Miharu's hands away, but his body was sore and stiff, he could barely push the younger boy and was only able to hold onto his hands.

"I-It's nothing, I-I got hit by a car, that's all." Sora lied with a cheap chuckle.

"That's not what your father said to Thobari." Miharu said, a hiss escaping his throat in anger. Sora was already trying to pass it off like it was nothing; Miharu wasn't going to let that happen. His blood was boiling with anger, his apathetic nature was torn and he didn't care what happened now. All previous worries of whether he'd be hurt were gone, he was too angry to concentrate on anything else.

"W-Well it's okay, it's not as bad as it looks." Sora chided. Miharu huffed in irritation.

"No it's not," Miharu said, his voice stricken with anger and sadness. Sora frowned, why was Miharu so upset about this? Upset for him? He shouldn't be upset about someone like him.

"Tsukasa," A voice called out. Sora visibly trembled and coiled back to the voice as a man walked into the room from a kitchen; he was tall and thin, a smile painted on his face. "Who was at the door-" The man stopped talking when he saw Sora and his smile instantly faded into a very angry expression as he saw Sora so close to someone else. "What the hell are you doing; I thought you were in the basement?" The man raged.

"Someone was here to see him dad," Tsukasa said, he himself also showing worry like Sora, but more so the worry was for Sora instead of for himself. Miharu swallowed; father? This was their father? If that was true, then Miharu quickly hated this man, there was going to be no "second chance."

"Get the hell back downstairs you shinagami!" Their father yelled at Sora. Miharu felt his blood boil more and his hands on Sora's cheeks tightened; he called him a shinagami. Sora quickly fled from Miharu's welcoming hands and hid behind the door to the basement. What they didn't know was that he hadn't gone downstairs all the way; he was curious to see what Miharu was there for and had stayed a few steps from the door.

"I'm sorry about him; I'll take care of that monster later." The older man said. Miharu's balled his hands into fists so hard that his nails were digging into his own palms, he was so mad he felt that even though he wanted to yell, he couldn't. Nothing wanted to come out, and he had a lot to say.

"D-Dad, maybe you don't have to, I-I mean he's already been punished for being late, so maybe-"

"Don't go against me Tsukasa," his father interrupted him. "That child is nothing but a wasteful existence; don't you remember what he did? He's nothing but a shinagami!" His father continued. Miharu opened his mouth, ready to yell, but Sora's father suddenly walked past him and to the basement door, swinging it open.

Sora looked up in horror at his father's face and tried running down the stairs, but already his father grabbed his injured arm and heaved him up the stairs and into the living room again. Sora cried out in pain and curled into a ball on the floor, covering his face with one good arm while the other simply rested by his chest.

"Don't ease drop you bastard!" His father yelled and kicked Sora's stomach; Sora coughed out blood, grunting out air he didn't have time to catch as his father kicked him again. Miharu lunged out and grabbed his father's arm and pushed him over, knocking him over onto the floor. His father stared up in surprise as he sat up; watching Miharu pull Sora's head on his lap and attempted to help Sora uncurl from his protective ball.

"What are you doing?" His father said in a growl. Sora peaked from his arms and saw Miharu smiling down at him, pulling some hair from his friend's face and tucking it behind his ear.

"It's okay Sora, I'm here…" Miharu murmured softly. Miharu's voice seemed like that of an angel, and Yoite only closed his eyes peacefully to listen to Miharu's welcoming voice as Miharu started helping him up, following Miharu's gentle touch. Miharu rested most of Sora's weight on himself as they stood and held onto the boy's arm as he began walking them both to the front door. "Let's go home, Sora." Sora didn't think that maybe he shouldn't go, that he shouldn't go and stay in the hell he had been born into, and he didn't think of the consequences at the time, he only thought about one thing, and that was Miharu. All his other feelings and senses were gone, all that was there, all that was left was calm and relief.

Miharu opened the door and looked outside; it was still raining, it was raining even harder than when it was on the bus. He walked them both outside and before leaving he looked back into the house at Sora's father and Tsukasa, Miharu glared particularly at Tsukasa, as if to say, why did you let it get his far? Or maybe why didn't you stop him? He wouldn't talk to him right now; all that was important was getting Sora away from this hell and getting him somewhere safe.