After 85 you had to move on with life, after your friends Saejima and Majima were gone you simply had to move on, that's how this world worked after all. You got yourself a huge career, becoming famous, doing everything you could to get yourself out of hell. You had no family as a child, you lived on the streets eating what you could fine, that's how you meet those boys, they worked for Yakuza, they were Yakuza. Though they were young at the time, always open to making friends.

You missed those times, you really did but you had seen what happens to those who dwell and sit around too long, you could grieve and die on the inside, as long as you had a home, money. That was all that mattered in this world, even if you rotted on the inside at least you wouldn't be on the cruel and cold streets. You walked through the beach at night, watching the water pass you by as you walked along, watching the fish swim through the bubbles, their life was always so easy. You sat at a stone, watching the moon peek over the trees, down on you like a spotlight as you strummed your guitar in the silence, finally filling that void as the moon listened to your song. Seems someone else wanted to listen along as well.

There he was, standing in the distance, his eye that was left wide as he looked upon your grace, the way the moon hit your form, like you were an angel taken form here to bless him after all these years of loneliness, years of grief and despair, his {{user}} was here, right in front of him. He knelt to the ground, tears pricking at his eye, it was so wide, he looked star struck seeing you once more.