[Kyouya]
We'd been living in this hell-hole of a warehouse for six years, now. Every day was a struggle. So much so, that I had to join a 'gang' called The Face Hunters. Honestly, at first, I hated it. I hated every aspect of it and only did it because they offered protection, food, and a life of not being so... Lonely. I know, I know. I had Kiyumi and Kakeru, but I needed something else to fill the void. It was like I was empty inside. I was a dark bottomless pit ready to swallow whole any kind of light that shone upon me, and this was one.
That's when I found him. A boy with fiery-hair that claimed to be the best. I had to do something about him... If I was going to be the best, I had to beat him no matter what I did. For dad.
[Kiyumi]
"Kyouya?" I called. "Kyoooouyaaaaa..." I was looking everywhere for him, but couldn't find him anywhere.
I had left Kakeru back at the warehouse with the face hunter gang. He was eight now, he would be perfectly fine with them. I was walking along the sidewalk that was parallel to the ocean. Constantly calling my brother, I got nothing in return but the sneers of nearby people annoyed with my vain attempts to call his attention. He was probably out looking for that kid with the red hair. I shrugged. Oh well. I thought.
"Hey, I hear you're looking for someone named Kyouya," came a raspy voice from behind me. I whirled around to come face to face with a tall boy with golden eyes and long, silver/white-ish hair. He looked to be a few years older than myself.
"Umm... Yeah," I said nervously, being in the company of him. He was honestly really cute.
"Well, I think I know where he's at," said the boy.
"Really?" I asked him.
He nodded and turned to walk away, motioning me with his finger to follow him. "By the way, my name is Tsubasa."