prologue

a boy cried out as he was thrown onto the dirty streets of japan, tears flowing like mini waterfalls from his eyes. ''please! don't make me leave!'' he wailed pathetically. but no one came.

no one came.

someone came.

turquoise eyes met wide, fearful and dull purple ones, and pity swam in the bright blue orbs, and he held his large hand down to the boy's.

the boy didn't grab his hand though. he simply smiled with a giggle. ''nishishi!~ that was a lie! i'm perfectly fine! you silly old man!'' he lied through his teeth, acting as if the tears on his face bruises on his slender body didn't exist.

and he ran away.

and all might let him.