The boy practically grew up on the streets. Nothing but a microphone in hand, yet he was happier than ever. He always thought 'happy' was an exaggeration, but that was really all he felt out there. Even as a child, the praise was so empowering. Once, he was performing in a new street, and he found himself looking into the window of a nearby house. He saw a boy, with pretty, bi-coloured blue hair, and almost intimidatingly stonic, grey eyes. Yet, he looked troubled. The expression on the boy's face never left Akito's mind.

Barely into his teens, he never missed a single day. Even if crowds had dispersed, he never stopped. He could be his own, carefree self here. Looking out at the crowd with a grin, he suddenly froze, his throat falling dry. He saw those piercing grey eyes staring back at him, only this time, looking a little more lifelike.