The Job.

Haru had been walking down the street in the town where WHA is. He slipped into an alleyway and waited for an opponent. He is mailed money and last time got him 700 dollars. "God. Why do I do this?" he asked himself. Haru had just gotten a new hairstyle and some new clothes. He changed his haircolor so that he could desguise himself. Smoking and finishing a cigarette, he had leaned against the wall with his back to it. A man came who was dressed in fancy clothing. "Police coming?"

"Nah, But the boy's friends are. Weapons too."

"Good. I have a challenge. This is the same alley the police caught me bashing someone's head in."

"I remember that. You coming by the dojo tomorrow?"

"Yeah."

[[Jeez, happy? XD]]

'Matt' was simply strolling around the town, exploring it as he usually did. Every once in a while, perhaps once a week since he needed to study, he would go out and explore the city WHA was in. It was like every day he discovered something new.

Since he wasn't allowed to drive, with that eyesight of his, and he was stingy, he usually walked. This time he had explored all the way to the city's edge, which wasn't good. It was extremely late and he was still walking back to school. This ain't good, I heard there's a crap load of punks here. he thought, frowning to himself.

It was a good thing he was wearing another one of his disguises or else someone would've seen him as a WHA student and mug him.

[[Because I'm lazy: this is his outfit]]

It was also pretty damm good that lately he's been training himself in case this has happened. Not like he's bee taking some serious martial art classes or anything, but just enough guidance so that he would know what to do if something happened.

Little did he know that something was going to happen very, very soon.

He was walking by a rather dark ally (Jeez, a lot of stuff can happen in that place, he thought with a small shudder that had nothing to do with a small breeze that swept by his bare arms) when he heard a voice. Very, a very familiar voice. He turned his head while continuing to walk, and he swore for a second he saw a person with red, black, and blue hair.

What was Haru doing here? He frowned and stopped in his tracks, leaning against a lampost the stood close to the alley as his brain scrambled to remember what Haru had said when he heard him. He had just passed it off, but with his ability he would be able to tell what was said..

"You coming by the dojo tomorrow?"

"Yeah."

... Wasn't Haru working at a dojo? So.. Why was he talking to a man about a dojo in a dark alley? 'Matt' frowned. He didn't like the looks of this.

Haru had heard footsteps. The dark alley had concrete ground so it is easy to sense someone. But, not turning around all the way, out of the corner of his eye after turning 80 degrees, he spotted Matt. But said nothing. " Hey, there is a store next to us, I am going to buy some drinks cuz they usually take a while." he said, slowly walking out of the alley way. Then, he went to where Matt was. " What the fuck are you doing here? Excuse my French. But it is dangerous. I know I do not want to do this but I can't have you around this alley. I have to fight. Otherwise they are going to hunt me and my loved ones. Including my best friends and my girlfriend." he complained. Haru had only wanted him to be safe. 3 people had come walking down the street with chunky jackets, long hair, and beanies.

Haru looked at them and urged Matt to hid. " Hide behind a car til they get in the back alley. Too dangerous to run." he said.

Yup, 'Matt' was right, this person was indeed Haru. His expression was impassive as Haru came over to him and began talking--'Matt', in fact, half expected his, uh, 'best friend' to go ahead and punch him in the mouth or something like that.

Right now, 'Matt's' trust level on Haru was extremely low. It was obvious on his face; this guy was quite good at keeping damn secrets. Not like he could really say anything like that, since 'Matt' had his own secrets as well, but he doubted they were even close to as dangerous as Haru's were.

"I was just passing by, to be honest, and I'm sure I'm much more safe now that you talked to me," he said in a low voice, shoving one hand in his pocket as he slowly backed away. Despite the situation, he wasn't that scared--all he could get through his head in the moment was "Dad's gonna sooooo kill me" which, of course, didn't make sense"Explain to me later, Haru."

'Matt' hated hiding, but with his handicap it wasn't like he had anything better to do. He quickly went behind a car and kneeled down, in case he had to get up quickly, and his hand lightly touched his right ankle. He narrowed his eye down until he finally closed it, listening.

Haru had seen the guys coming up. The fight would sound like a head bashing up agians tthe ground, somebody flying into the wall, and another's face being pound in.

(I will Spoiler the fight because it is brutal)

Spoiler:

(This stuff happens in real. And, if you read Air Master, you can do that stuff if your an acrobat. Or, your just muscular and you know kickboxing, which is kind of acrobatic.)

If Matt Listens:

Spoiler:

'Matt' had expected for someone to come after him or something, but all he heard were the sounds of yelling and street fighting. Jeez, he tried to suppress a shudder as a drop of icy cold water hit his shoulder, then began pouring down. That really helped his senses now, didn't it?

He heard footsteps come toward him. The junior instantly stood up and whipped out the pocket knife he had stored at the sock of his right ankle and pointed it at who was coming toward him.. But it was only Haru. "Goodness grief, are you covered in blood?" he muttered before he nodded and allowed him to walk back with his.... friend.

(For if you haven't noticed, 'Matt' did not see Haru as his best friend.)

He listened to Haru's story rather calmly, rather unhappy that he didn't have an umbrella in this pouring rain. While it might wash the blood off of Haru, it only got him soaking wet.

".. And what you said before. Now if you don't fight, they'll go after us?" he asked. "Us" was obvious him, Cyra, and Thorn--those that Haru were close to, yes?

Haru looked at Matt, confirming he had bad vision. " No. I had extra layers. Warm but it is cold out." he said.Haru said yes, answering Matt. " Hey, I changed myself after middleschool. People will have points where they are irrational. Well, maybe not all but close to most. I gave the messenger 'A brighter view of the world'. They won't ever know where this place is now. I am smarter than you think. Well, you know what I mean. I am just a weird kid." he conversed. But the only problem was, did this devastate his friendship.

"I don't care if you think I am a monster. Naturally people do. I assume this proves you don't consider me a best friend as I consider you. I mean, I just wrecked 3 guys and told one to pray to god. I had Bloodbird engraved on my chest. I want to turn myself in but I love Thorn. I am doing my best to hide this from her."

(T.T.)

[[Ff sorry, just plain truth.]]

'Matt' glanced at Haru. Well, great, now they were in a stroke of danger that would probably last until they moved out. Or, that is, they killed the shit out of that organization that was after Haru's ability---and that was NOT going to happen anytime soon, or at least for 'Matt'.

He looked up at the sky, at the rain pouring down. His eyepatch was getting soggy. "... It's funny, humans assume that friendships are lost when secrets are found. And that's true--in some cases, because no one likes being held back from the truth. However, I can see that you're doing this for a reason. A stupid reason, I have to admit, but hey, you can't control stuff that happens when you're a kid. You can't even come close to controlling what your parents do and how it affects you."

He looked down at the last sentence. He hated violence, but 'Matt' wasn't a person free from it either. He had already smashed the balls of someone in this school, and he wasn't really afraid to do it again. He couldn't say that violence was not the answer.

His already dead eye was going to get infected at this rate.

"... You were right when you said that I don't think of you as a best friend," he said slowly. His hand reached up to his eyepatch, grasped at it, and pulled at it. The rain had loosened the knot that held it to his face, and it was pulled off rather easily.

'Matt' turned his head toward Haru, giving the guy a full look of his real face, horrifying scar and all. ".. But this is my sign that I at least trust you, which I don't do to a lot of people. I have my secrets too, Haru... Though those can be discussed later."

Haru, although he wanted to cry, smiled. He knew Matt wouldn't consider him the same thing. Haru is just like that. But could that be good friends? Good friends are different from best friends. "I knew you had bad vision. Like I said, I am smarter than you think. I fully understand, because when I got here in 9th grade, I tried to escape it. Failed. Although I did get my family the money for things before 9th grade. I didn't care about myself. But like I said, I hate it. I was young and stupid. he explained. Haru seemed to be able to talk to Matt. He studied the scar. "I don't know if I proved it already but I guess I will show you the engraving. No it is not a tattoo." he said, lifting his shirt up. Then he felt like an idiot. "I feel like an idiot. I may have red hair but sometimes it could be blonde in actuality." he admitted.

Haru had to admit, that bitch hurt like hell when he got it.

(Anime fall. XD)

'Matt' had to lean in squint his eyes (well, more like his healthy eye, as the other one doesn't have the ability to squint) to look at the scar on Haru's chest (which would cause a rather, uh, misunderstanding picture). Once he was done he leaned back, letting out a sound rather familiar to a hiss from his teeth. Ouch, that did look like it hurt.

At Haru's last comment, though, he looked at the guy for a few moments before he suddenly began to laugh. Yes, he laughed, because he had absolutely no way to respond to them. Two guys that have been affected by their family, barely got a say in what they wanted to do, and have to live with their scars in secret. Yes, maybe Haru wasn't 'Matt's' best friend--he didn't want a best friend after Takashi, and he didn't even consider Cyra as one for this, as a best friend meant that he was absolutely willing to tell them that his name was Karatsu, not 'Matt'--but a good friend maybe?

Yes, a good friend, he decided while stifling his laughter with the palm of his hand. Ever since coming to Whisper Hallow, it had felt like he could slowly let go of the sharp pricks of pain at his heart that had been there ever since his mother had fallen.

Haru was wondering how Matt had his eye got to be like that while laughing.. " How did that happen? To your eye." he asked. Smiling warmly, haru had set his shirt back to the way it was. Seeing his car in, he pulled Matt to it. " I almost forgot about my car." said Haru. Thorn made his heart warm again. Matt made his trust stable and Cyra made him have family again. Geez, now since Thorn and Matt already had the understandment situation it leaves Cyra. But he should wait.


"Well, like the song Juggalo Homies, we are Whisper Homies." he said, laughing.

(anime sweat drops at one point of my post XD.)

'Matt's' laughter stopped, his smile flipping into a small frown when Haru asked how he had gotten that scar. Of course, he couldn't really tell him with a smile on his face, huh? I don't have to give him the lengthy story that I told Cyra, I'm sure he'll understand. hethought.

"Yeah, I guess," he nodded to Haru's statement, giving a small laugh along with his friend's. His mind was still on about the question. He took a small moment to turn up the heater in the car and wringing out his headband before answering.

"My mom spilled some tea on me by accident when I was three, so I got this eye. The other eye isn't in best health either due to that incident.. But I'm fine now, I guess," he said quietly, smiling at Haru for a second before looking back at the front of the car.

Haru nodded while listening to Matt. Like Matt did, he made that sound similar to hissing. " At least you weren't pinned down by a gang to engrave something into your chest with a knife. But that must REALLY freaking hurt. How long did you go 'AAAAAAAHHH!!!'?" he asked. Haru told Matt he was going to rush back to WHA becuase that part of town has carjackers. Going over the speed limit, Haru took a safe route with wide roads.

Drifting into the WHA parking lot, he perfectly stopped at a parking space. " As a street fighter yous hould know how to drive. It helps when cops chase you. And for when your past curfue" he said seriously and jokingly at the same time. When exitting the car he popped open the trunk and took off his shoes and shirt. There was a padded bullet proof vest on. He took it off and put it in the trunk. Haru also put his shirt and shoes into the trunk and pulled out spares, putting them on. Suddenly the rain stopped.

Haru waited for Matt to exit the car.

The seriousness of the entire situation was completely gone by Haru's statement. Again, 'Matt' couldn't help but just to laugh. "Damn, wow. Yeah, I have to say that getting tea in both eyes is much better than that," he agreed, grinning. "And only for about 2.3 seconds, after that I had to watch my mother freak out."

He shook his head and leaned back against the seat, watching Haru speed. He had never been in something so fast--besides a plane, of course, but that didn't count--and was kind of amazed his friend was able to pull it off.

"I think I'll keep away from becoming a street fighter, then. I can't drive with this thing," he said, pointing at his eye. Deciding that anyone could see it now at this rate, he put the headband back on, but slipped one side of it further so it'd cover his broken eye.

Haru actually meant to brighten Matt up. "Sorry, just trying to be more lively. Anyways. Oh god, that must be worse than tea in your eyes." he said seriously yet jokingly like the last joke. Haru agreed Matt shouldn't become one. "Oh sometime I should tell you about the first and only time I got drunk. Then the first and only time I got high."

[[Let's move this RP to the parking lot]]