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The silver haired boy shivered as the light drizzle soaked his already drenched hair. The cafe corner felt a bit warmer, and smelled good as well. But it barely made a difference. Seth's clothe were covered in dirt, the white shirt becoming transparent from the wetness. How much longer would he have to lead this life? Was the only thought circling the teens head. He felt as if there wasn't any use for him. Him being alive just seemed to be a nuisance to others. He was just labeled as what people call a 'hobo'. It may seem strange, but it was true. His only clothe were his school uniform. School was actually a place where he liked. The warm building, food. Sure there were people who bullied him around, but Seth seriously didn't give in to that. The silver haired boy looked up at the sky, letting the rain and tears mix together, dripping down to the floor. He let out a sigh, before pulling his legs closer to him.
The silver haired boy shivered as the light drizzle soaked his already drenched hair. The cafe corner felt a bit warmer, and smelled good as well. But it barely made a difference. Seth's clothe were covered in dirt, the white shirt becoming transparent from the wetness. How much longer would he have to lead this life? Was the only thought circling the teens head. He felt as if there wasn't any use for him. Him being alive just seemed to be a nuisance to others. He was just labeled as what people call a 'hobo'. It may seem strange, but it was true. His only clothe were his school uniform. School was actually a place where he liked. The warm building, food. Sure there were people who bullied him around, but Seth seriously didn't give in to that. The silver haired boy looked up at the sky, letting the rain and tears mix together, dripping down to the floor. He let out a sigh, before pulling his legs closer to him.

Seth Leonardo


Kira made his way through the streets, his light brown eyes scanning the crowd as he went. He wasn't exactly sure what he was looking for, or what to do, all he knew was that be was bored and needed something to do. He crossed the street, watching as people walked by. Children ran, couples held hands, and men talked irritably on their phones, their ties flapping stupidly in the wind. Kira looked at his feet as he passed the couples, feeling like there was a giant brick in his stomach. It had been almost a year since he and Inari had broken up, and it was on his terms, but he still felt guilty. Everything had been going fine, then everything went wrong. the annoying phone calls, the jealous rages, and the screaming until he had to run away in tears. It was just too much, but still. Guilt builds up in people whether it;s their fault or not. That was what the councilor said, but it was hard to believe. It's my fault that I'm hurting. Kira told himself. It's my fault.

Kaito walked down the hallways of a hospital skimming his eyes around watching people argue and cry. It amused him he continued to walk as he clicked his long claw nails together. He smirked gently watching them he wasn't fully amusted "this isn't fun without a mate" he muttered then pouted. Kaito leaned against the wall as his too big stripped sweat shirt slipped off of his shoulder. He nibbled on his necklace then quickly walked out of the hospital mad now.