"Crime scene" the tape read. You hadn't realised how many pointless minutes you stood staring at it. The junkyard was taped up top to bottom, police men and women stood around working out what led to one death and one arrest. No one dared to say anything about the incident that happened days beforehand. You said a small prayer seeing that the crowds were beginning to pick up. Many people who couldn't care less about who died rather they just wanted to take photos like they were someone important. You made a "tsk" sound, hearing people speak ill of the death of Baji. He wasn't a street kid, who deserved it, he was like your big brother and as you stood there with memories playing like a broken record you couldn't help stop the tears from rolling.

'He probably deserved it,'

And old man chuffed, whipping his greasy fingers upon his white singlet,

You had enough of it. You turned him and slapped him across his face, he glared at you before you stormed off in anger. You pushed people out of your way hearing the man sling curses at you yet you couldn't care less. You had made it half way down the main road when you heard the familiar ringtone. You pulled your phone from your pocket, you guessed you had been day dreaming for a while due to the amount of missed phone calls Mikey had left you. You cursed under your breath, he never called you this much if he did, there would be something important happening. You quickly called him back yet there was only silence on the other side until his voice broke with a single word.

"Come..."

The phone was hung up after that as you began to run. All you could think about was Mikey, you knew he was at his house so you began to run as fast as you could in that direction. You couldn't care less about anything else other than Mikey, running as fast as you could you made it to his house just under twenty minutes from the usual fourty it would take you to walk. You knocked frantically on the door yet no one answered. From a while of being with Mikey, you remembered his mother always placed a key under the doormat. Picking the mat up you found the key which made a smile play on your face. You pushed the key into the lock, hearing the click you opened the door to hear nothing but silence as you stood there. You could hear a loud crashing sound coming from Mikey's room.

You quickly bolted towards his room, throwing open the door. You started frantically at the boy who had just flipped over the table. His bedroom was a complete mess except for his bed which sat like normal. He glared at you, his body was curled over his hands pulling at his hair and a frantic look upon his face. It was obvious by the red streaks on his face he was crying or had been. You took a step forward over one of the dessers into the middle of the room before Mikey grabbed you. He held you tightly and so did you.

He was much taller than you so you placed small kisses on his neck. Pulling him backwards you landed on his bed with him on top of you. You knew he wouldn't let you escape his grip which you didn't mind. You placed a few kisses upon his forehead letting out a small sigh, you brought one arm up slowly drawing circles on the skin of his cheek.

'Manjiro,' you cooed,

You always called him his full name when it was important, he stared upon you with his chin sitting upon your chest. His hands wrapped around your body, as he stared upon you before turning his head to the side.

'Baby-'

You were cut off,

'It's my fault... it's all my fault,'

You rubbed his back as you kissed the top of his head,

'It's not your fault, baby it's not your fault. Don't think like that.' you cried,

He moved his head back to stare at you. He told you everything, how he believes it's his fault that Baji died and Kazutora got the blame. You just held him tightly so the boy could let his heart out knowing you were there. The two of you went silent for a moment, he was utterly distraught yet he was slowly but surely picking up the pieces of himself. After minutes of laying there with him you could tell he was much better. He rolled over so you were on top of him and he was below you still with arms wrapped around one another entangled like one. All he could do was kiss you, he kissed every inch of your face to the point you guessed his lips must be sore and hurting.

'Thank you-' he whispered,

You could only smile as you placed a kiss under his jawline.

'My love, I wholeheartedly love you, You mean the world to me and I only want you to make you happy, you don't need to thank me.'

He just smiled, and held you even tighter.

'Sometimes I think I don't deserve you, my love, yet without you I don't think I could go on, i'll thank you forever and always.'