Disclaimer: I do not own Spiral: Suiri No Kizuna. All ownership and credit for the story goes to Kyo Shirodaira and Eita Mizuno. I only claim ownership of this original fanfiction story and the OCs included within.

The morning's light opened upon a clearer day.

During the remainder of the night, the rain had ceased. Only a slight drizzling marked the fact that the rain had ever been there at all.

Eyes Rutherford rose early, having had very little success with sleep. He dressed himself quickly and left the apartment. As he made his way down the street and out of sight of his apartment, he withdrew a cell phone from within the pocket of his heavy overcoat. After checking the time, he adjusted his course so as to take him in the direction of a small café. Upon reaching the little place, he made his way inside, ignoring the stares that he received as people recognized who he was.

He seated himself at a corner table in one of the more barren corners of the establishment. He had no desire to be bothered by anyone and made this very clear by his complete disregard of every person who attempted to approach him out of curiosity in regards to his true identity.

After some time, he took note of the fact that the owner of the establishment was continually glancing his way. It was obvious that he was less than pleased that Eyes had decided to loiter about his café without ordering anything. Not wishing to be asked to leave, Eyes signaled one of the waitresses and ordered a cup of tea. The tea quickly arrived and proceeded to cool as it was neglected by the young pianist.

The other inhabitants of the eatery felt that the young man's behavior was strange, but paid him relatively little mind. It did not affect them in the slightest if a famous person came into a café unguarded and then sat with his mind disconnected from reality for several hours. They merely counted it as one of the oddities of a celebrity.

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Eyes noticed everyone's glances and stares but paid them no mind. Every so often he would scan the crowd for anyone who could be a potential threat, but aside from that he remained motionless, cold eyes focusing on the cup of tea before him that had long been devoid of any warmth.

He watched many of the patrons conclude their business and leave only to be replaced by others arriving for the same purpose as those departing. He watched all this with little amusement, possessing no care for the daily lives of the individuals occupying the café. After some time he produced his phone from his pocket once more to ascertain the amount of time that had passed.

Seeing that he had been occupying the corner of the café for nearly three hours, he again summoned a waitress, having her remove the now-cold cup of tea and replace it with a fresh one. He then settled back to continue his vigil.

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Another two hours passed, once again allowing the untouched tea to grow cold. The keeper of the establishment was getting quite disgusted with the young loiterer and was about to ask him to kindly vacate the establishment when he heard the tinkling of the bell above the door and noticed the performer rise.

The café owner turned away from the pianist in order to face and greet the newest arrival.

The individual that he was met with was a male teenager with longer reddish brown hair that cascaded over the right side of his face to obscure his eye and much of his cheek from view. The left eye that still remained visible was dark blue in color and held a reserved and cold glint.

The teen ignored the owner's friendly greeting and scanned the establishment from where he stood just inside the doorway. His searching gaze fell upon Eyes standing in front of a table in the corner. It was at this time that the boy turned his attention to the café owner, giving him a slight nod of acknowledgment and greeting before dismissing him from his mind and heading in the direction of the awaiting pianist.

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"You're early." The boy said as a way of greeting the musician as he joined him beside the table. Eyes made no remark and resumed his seat at the table. His companion followed his example and took a seat opposite Eyes.

Summoning the waitress, the young man, Hiroshume Hadaka, ordered a drink for himself and requested a fresh cup of tea for Eyes before returning his attention to his celebrity companion.

"I've made all the necessary arrangements for what you requested." He said, crossing his arms on the tabletop and spinning his phone carelessly in his hand. Eyes responded with a nod.

"I appreciate it." He said in his characteristically unfeeling manner. Hiroshume looked up from the phone to gain eye contact with the pianist.

"Though I don't completely understand your reasoning for leaving a profitable career to return to high school." He said thoughtfully. Eyes didn't move to respond and turned his attention to the window and the world beyond the glass. His companion sighed. "Fine, I understand that you have secrets and most likely you have a reason for doing this." He said, nodding a silent thank you as he spoke to the waitress that had arrived with his order. Eyes nodded, but didn't provide any more of a response than that.

Finding his companion in a less than talkative mood, the teen contented himself with finishing his drink and entertaining himself with his phone. When he had finished what he had ordered, he stood and looked down at Eyes, who had broken his gaze away from the window to ascertain the reason for his companion's sudden movement.

"If you've got the time, how about we go somewhere? It might be nice to talk face to face for a change." He said.

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Eyes had been in contact with Hiroshume for several years, however this was their first in-person meeting. Prior to this point, all communication had been conducted asynchronously. Eyes had first received contact from Hiroshume when he was just starting out as a professional musician.

It had been a stressful and lonely time for Eyes, as his new career had taken him away from his home, as well as everyone he cared for. Their communications had begun when Eyes Rutherford was only fourteen. He had returned to his hotel room in the early hours of the morning preceding a rather successful concert.

Fatigued and longing for home, the young performer had elected to see if he had received any online communication from the best friend he had left behind in England. What was found was surprising to the young man, for the message that awaited him was not from the person he had hoped for. Instead of a message written in the familiar style of Kanone Hilbert, he was met with a rather unique message typed in a strange style that bore the trademarks of someone unaccustomed to the English language.

Upon checking the sender information, the young celebrity came upon the realization that the message had come from Japan. Initially, he entertained the possibility that the message might have been from one of the Blade children residing in Japan. However, as he scanned the contents of the message, he quickly came to the conclusion that the message did not belong to any of the Japanese Blade Children he was aware of. The contents of the message said:

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"It's nice to meet you, Eyes Rutherford.

I sincerely hope that you will refrain from deleting this message long enough to read what it contains. It has taken quite a bit of effort to compose this, as I am not altogether familiar with your language, so I would appreciate it if you would grace me with the benefit of at least reading what I have to say. If at this point you are still reading, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Hiroshume Hadaka. I am thirteen years old which, if my information of your age is accurate, places me as one year you're junior.

If you are wondering how I came by your account information, I will, at this point, inform you that I hacked in to find you. Knowing this, I hope that you will not attempt to change your contact information, as that will be unpleasant for me to try and find you again. However, if you do decide to try and hide yourself from me, know that I will find you again. I have taken an interest in your current situation and would enjoy the opportunity to talk a bit with you.

I can imagine that it must be quite the challenge for someone so young to transition from a normal life to one of a young genius celebrity. It is for this reason that I have contacted you. I would like to propose a friendship between you and I. Consider it as a way to bring a bit of normalcy into your currently uprooted world. Your situation is enviable, but also a bit pitiable. I'd imagine that you have relatively little contact with those who were formally close to you. I know all too well how easily friendship depreciate and decay when left uncared for. It is for this reason that I am proposing this to you. Allow me to be someone with whom you can rely on.

Know that I am not doing this because you are a celebrity. I have no intentions or desires to gain anything from you beyond a friendship with you. To be entirely honest, I am only proposing this because I am terribly bored with my current life situation and I believe that creating a connection with you could be beneficial and entertaining to both of us.

It is up to you what you decide, but whatever your decision, please contact me at least once to inform me of your choice. I will keep in touch with you until I hear from you as to whether you desire to establish a regular communication between us or if you are fine in your solitude. Here is my contact information: xxxx-xxxxxxxxx . I look forward to hearing from you.

Best regards,

Hiroshume Hadaka

XXXXXXX, Japan"

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Though a bit apprehensive, Rutherford had responded to the strange message after several follow up messages appeared, speaking on relatively the same lines as the first. To this day Eyes denied it, but at the time the young musician had relied heavily on the communications he had with Hiroshume. His new acquaintance was friendly and open. Hiroshume Hadaka had acted as a supporting pillar in a time when Eyes wasn't sure what fate had in store. For that, Eyes was still grateful.

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Giving a nod, Eyes rose from his seat. He placed the required cash amount for their orders before departing the establishment. Once they had made their way back into the now bustling street, Hiroshume moved from where he had been trailing a few paces behind to walk even with his companion. "It's nice to finally meet you formally after all these years." They young man said, attempting to begin a conversation with the apathetic musician. A nod was the only response he gained as a result of his efforts. Hiroshume sighed allowing his shoulders to slump forward in defeat. "Fine." He mumbled under his breath as they walked.

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Eyes led Hiroshume back to his penthouse apartment.

By the time they had arrived the rained had changed from the light drizzle of the morning into a replication of the night's down pour. Both entered quickly into the building's lobby, pleased that they no longer had to contend with the elements.

Pausing momentarily to shake the water from their umbrella's, Eyes led the way up to his apartment. Upon arrival, Hiroshume let out a low whistle as his eyes slowly scanned the massive room.

"Impressive place." He commented, taking in the whole of the interior and its contents. Getting no response from Eyes, the hacker attempted a different angle. "So how have you been? You requested for me to set things up here in Japan and then vanished. Before yesterday I hadn't heard from you in over a month." He said, following Eyes deeper into the room. He seated himself on the plush, white sofa as Eyes took up his usual place before the window.

"I'm sorry for not keeping you more informed. Lately I've been quite busy getting everything in order and have not had much spare time to contact you between farewell concerts." Eyes replied, his tone harboring next to no feeling. Hiroshume nodded, understanding the level of difficulty such a decision would pose for someone in Rutherford's position.

At this point, the room fell silent. The silence persisted for several minutes before the young performer turned his back on the window and made his way over to the piano. Seating himself, he began to play, disregarding the fact that Hiroshume was still there. But said teen didn't mind. He enjoyed being able to listen to a live performance of the compositions his had listened to countless times off of the pianist's various albums.

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Hiroshume remained at the penthouse for several more hours, listening to Eyes practice and occasionally talking to him.

Midway through the visit, the teen had succeeded in drawing the apathetic musician into a two-way conversation, which lasted for over an hour. Night was falling when Hiroshume at last bid Eyes farewell and left to return to his own home.

Alone once more, Rutherford abandoned his post at the piano and went to stand before the window once more. He watched the rain for quite some time, allowing his thoughts to play out within his head. The day now nearing its end was the first in the weekend. Monday he would start attending the school which harbored the other Blade Children, Tsukiomi Academy. At that point he would be able to obtain full contact with his allies and start establishing a plan of attack for them to utilize.

Only one day stood in his way. As the sky gave up its grasp on daylight, Rutherford turned his back to the window once more and quietly left the room. As with the previous night, all he could do now was wait.