They were sat at the police station. Kiyumi was holding Kakeru tightly in her arms. "So, we'll have that woman taken care of and also we'll have someone take you to the shelter, and before ya know it, you'll have you a good family," the officer said, too excitedly and bright for the damp and dim room they were in. It was around midnight and the station was dead. There was a homicide detective seated at his desk in his little glass office. His back was to the children and he was looking at evidence; pictures of a body. The officer who had just left them had gone upstairs to make a call to the orphanage.
"Come on, let's bail." Kyouya said and stood up. Kiyumi sat Kakeru back on his feet and stood up. "Are you sure?" She asked.
Kyouya looked around to make sure the cop hadn't come back yet and to make sure the detective was still looking at and analyzing the pictures of the body... Wait. Kyouya was frozen in horror as he noticed the body laying mangled and bloodied in the pictures on the screen was none other than his own father. He choked back the lump in his throat and blinked back the hot and salty tears that threatened to spill from his eyes and stain his cheeks yet again. He nodded tersely and took his sibling's hands in either of his and made his way towards the stairs, to the first floor, and out into the chilled and starry night.
They ran, walked, ran, and walked some more until they got to an empty and quiet place. A large group of warehouses were only a few yards away, and they made their way towards them. Once they got there, they ran into the closest one to them, Kyouya firmly closing the door behind them.
Little did they know, that this place would become very familiar to them. Why? Because this would be their home for the next few years.
Like I said on my last update on Pervert!, I'm sorry this is short. I am working all night tonight to try and update as much as I can in one night since I'm sure you all are pissed off at me for not being an adequate updater, so once again, sorry!