Daichi saw her eyes alight onto him and he knew she could see him. He wasn’t trying to hide, but the boy who’d once been too energetic to be still was now feeling too comfortable with stillness and silence. He wanted the silence, welcomed it in a way he never had before. His eyes were full of dark shadows. He felt older then he was and he had no idea why. Only that he didn’t feel right. As he watched her he saw her speak and he walked out of the shadows until he stood before her before he finally answered her.<br/><br/>“I am Daichi. Daichi Tanaka,” he said holding out his hand towards her, “We should be friends,” he added at the end of his sentence. It wasn’t strong, his voice was soft and weak. His words trembling in the air. Barely audible. Daichi was tall for his age. He had long black hair braided down his back and ice blue eyes filed with regard and darkness, yet full of light, almost like fire. Small sparks of red danced around the cold blue<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">~*~*~*~</div><br/><br/>Daichi was silent and still as he leaned agains the post  on the porch of the house. His eyes watching the distance. Waiting. For what Daichi didn’t know. Unlike the boy he’d been at ten Daichi had become a silent almost sullen young man making few words as possible almost a habit or ritual, he had gone through training with the young girl who he had met that night. The night he’d lost his memories. He’d raged about it for a few days after the event, but had soon come to terms with it as he had been kept busy with training. Ten years had passed for Hikari and Daichi and the two had grown to be close friends almost siblings to each other even if they were not really related. Daichi would die to protect Hikari and he knew the same was true. The two had suffered through the loss and healing and lack of closure together. They had shared theories and formed plans together. But they had no answers. Daichi knew they needed them. He couldn’t remember anything of his life beyond his parents faces not even their names. He only knew his own and only because it had been told to him by the woman.<br/><br/>A woman who he had never found again. Was she related to him? And then there was the voice inside his head Azur he called himself. Daichi had told no one of the voices he heard, for fear of being called out. He knew it was dangerous, knew that fire was closer to him then was really normal and he knew Azur wasn’t a good presence, but a part of him hoped that Azur could be turned. Daichi suspected that Azur was a demon and part responsible for the loss of memory.<br/><br/>Daichi nodded silently and left his perch walking over to her and Shizuka. His eyes found Shizuoka and he nodded greeting. He kept his gaze intently focused on Shizuka as the woman spoke. Daichi nodded firmly in response before turning to Hikari as she spoke. He offered Shizuka a kind smile and a wave as she headed off. He watched her leave without speaking a word. This wasn’t unusual and had earned him the nickname of ‘shade’ because he acted like the fabled spectres of the dead. Silent and a formidable presence. He was a lot taller then an average guy and he was well built, but still rather thin, with long black hair braided down his back. His face marred by a scar that ran from temple to chin across the left side. The scar narrowly missed his left eye.<br/><br/>Daichi smiled at Hikari’s banter. She was always more talkative then he was. It was well known that he spoke more to her then anyone else but even here he didn’t speak much. He indicated the direction of the small shop where he preferred to eat and said softly, “Ramen with sushi”. He was a huge fan of sushi which she no doubt knew. He cast his gaze around them before returning to looking at her before he spoke, “Have you thought about our last discussion?” he asked. Straight to the point. It was always to the point with Daichi, he could listen for hours, but he rarely spoke more then a dozen words before become distant and silent again.