Horror movies.

Such great things to watch. He used to love them when he still lived back home. The home that had a family and wealth in it. A mom. A dad. A sister. Funny ain't it?

Now that he was on his own the only one that was close enough to be family was the one that first helped him out in this gig. On that rainy day three years ago, when a different Zane walked down the sidewalk still trying to take in reality and had walked across a group of whores.

They were a group that consisted of equal amounts of men and women prostitutes. Back then it made him want to cry. He wanted… still wants…. To do anything but that. Death seemed better than that.

Until one male, dressed in purple skinny jeans with a dark orange shirt to compliment his equally fired hair approached him. "Yo," he greeted with a charming smile and walked with confidence even in the downpour that had taken over the city that day.

Funny how cruel the world he lived in worked. Why did it have to enjoy putting him through this hell?

Blue eyes stared at the mess of what was left of his friend's room. His only friend. Blood painted the floor and some furniture. The bed was torn and partially broken. It looked as though a tornado walked in and killed it.

Zane couldn't move. What should he do? What could he do? He had no idea what the hell just happened. There was no one to call. No one would care if he ran out and yelled he was preganent. If he called the police, he would just get arrested and all of it pinned on him.

That wasn't even the worst of it. The worst part of this was Kurogane's body wasn't here.

"Shit."

Hi, author here, sorry for the extremely late update to this story. A lot has happened and yes I know its at a really bad cliff hanger. I'm going to try to update more often. ^.^