<span style="font-style: italic">Laura didn't answer the door. She didn't want to talk to anyone. Expecially not her mother. She sniffles and says nothing else. Tears trailed down her cheeks. She heard her mother say she would kick it down. She didn't care. Her step-brothers ruined her life. And most likely her friendship with her childhood friend. She hated them. Wanting nothing to do with them. Sobbing harder. "I hate them! They just ruined my life! I HATE THEM!" she yells. Crying harder. "Mommy they just told the whole world I was their sister! I just wanted to live a normal life! Now my best friend hates me! And its all their FAULT!!!" she starts whimpering as she cries.</span><br/><br/>Miho follows the man. Both physically now and mentally. He was who he was. And he wanted to learn more about this...agent...of theirs. And besides...didn't have anything else to fucking do. So this was better than nothing. The brothers always were drinking or with women. He liked women and men equally but that wasn't his reason for tracking this man. No he desired and craved to find out some of the mysteries surrounding his agent. He watches from the shadows of the rooftops. Watching the man drain the poor homeless creature down below. And then he smirks. <So...watching the time are you? I don't blame you...the sun is a bitch. Don't you agree?> he thinks into the agents mind.<br/><br/>He made appear to be coming from everywhere yet nowhere. He then smirks. Shades upon his eyes. Black hoodie up over his hair and shadowing his features. He flips, spirals, and corkscrews to land in front of the agents face. "So....you waste the body and the mana it holds...interesting. So I have figured out what you our old man." he says in a totally demonic voice. It isn't possible to tell he was Miho as Miho NEVER talked around ANYONE not even the Agent. He smirks. "Until next time. Might want to get home before the wet dogs find you." he then vanished into smoke. Reappearing in his home.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Ryuko looked up. You could see smudges of dirt on his face yet other than that he was fairly clean. And then he looked away after rolling his eyes as well. His actions spoke...rich jerk. Looking down on me because I'm street. Three hours later he was on the outdoor stage in the center of the park. There was a Drum Off Street Style Competition going on there. It was filmed  but only those looking on music networks would see it. Semi-finals comes and it is down to him and two others. Then it becomes just him and last years Street Drummer King. This was a slightly less than legal competition which is why it went down late in the night. He begins to play. And sings softly. Just loud enough to hear the beat. His head bobbing as he plays. He however was blissfully unaware that the three brother's were able to see it. Not knowing they were half assedly searching for a replacement drummer. Hell he didn't know or even care who they were. He just needed this money that was the prize for the winner...so he could eat for a couple of weeks. The competition continued on. And he left. But he left the champion. He hurried off into the darkness. No one ever getting to see the face of the champ.</span>