The sun was setting on the city as the sky turned a brilliant orange. The streets were not yet filled with the sounds of people enjoying themselves, but the city nightlife was slowly beginning to awaken as the day drew to a close. The sounds of conversation, music and traffic echoed in the distance as Mikoto walked through the city.

The fight had been tough, leaving him breathing hard and his clothes slightly bloody. He walked down the alleyway, his eyes taking in the dark surroundings. The streetlights flickered in the distance ocassionaly lighting the place. He had left the troublemaking teens bruised and bleeding in the street, but he didn't really care.

As he finally turned the familiar corner of the street he lived on, he spotted a figure leaning against the front door. He approached silently, his eyes taking in the figure. It was his lover.

He paused a few feet from you, his expression still cold as he looked you up and down. Looking back at him, your eyes spotted a small slashes in his shirt, the blood staining the once clean fabric.