I was woken up by a constant bang on our front door, I got up grunting as I used my right hand to rub all over my face.

  I instinctively looked at the broken taped-up analog clock in its corner, saying - 6:19am.

  I then turned to Kenzo, who was just staring at me and said very weakly “… I …I would have ans… answered… the door if, I could”

  He’s okay enough joking now…

  “Just rest, you need it” I said softly, inwardly thankful that he managed to pull through.

  As I slowly walked to the door, I noticed four small ‘things’ in the top-left corner of my left eye, they seem to be hanging in the air. I turned my head to get a clear view of these ‘things’ but there moved instantly; still retaining their position - the left bottom of my left eye one top the other.

  I moved my head again to face them directly but they still moved, I repeated this again and again until Kenzo suddenly called out “Oniisan…Why… What’s up?”

  I just looked up at him and replied softly “Nothing” with a bit of confusion in my tone.

  I noticed those ‘things’ still retained their position.

  I walked up to him, bending my face closer to his while asking “Is there something’ in my left eye?”

  “No”

  I stared at him for like 2 seconds, before walking back to the door.

  I mean if Kenzo can’t clearly see the shit I’m seeing; then I must be fuckin' hallucinating… Fuck, I AM finally losing it.

  Guess my life choice is catching up with me.

  I simply ignored those ‘things’ and annoyingly walked to the door, to finally answer the fucker that was knocking.

  When I opened door, I was surprised to see who was behind the door; it was Daigo and he held Eiji; who looked up with lazy eyes.

  Eiji looked as drunk and roughed up as hell, his school uniform was torn all over and dirty, he had a deep cut above his eyebrow, definitely from a punch, not something sharp like a knife.

  His right arm wrapped around Daigo left shoulder, mumbling about something I couldn’t really hear well.

  I then looked back at Daigo and was a bit surprise to see eyes wide open in full shock, but before I could open my mouth, he lets go off Daigo (who fell like a sack of shit) and hugged me.

  “Fuck!!!, I really thought you were diced up, my man!

  Fuck! I can’t believe you are fuckin' standing here” He said as he pulled back but still had his hands grabbing my two shoulders like he wanted to make sure he was seeing things or something.

  “It will take more than a fuckin' missile and machine guns to kill me” I said with a smirk.

  “Fuck Yeah!” Daigo yelled, then put his arm around my neck and said “C’mon let’s go do something, I feel like fuckin' celebrating”.

  “Chill, I can’t celebrate I need coins, remember?” I asked rhetorically, then suggested “I do have some business that you might be able to help me with. Will the place you sell your elixir be open by this time?”

  “Yeah… Maybe… I don’t fuckin' know, but they open every day” Daigo replied, finally letting go of my neck.

  I walked back inside and grabbed my bag pack, then told Daigo “Let’s go”.

  I nodded at Kenzo; he sat upright and nodded back to me, then I and Daigo walked over Eiji.

  As we were approaching the stairs, Daigo asked “How did you survive a fuckin' RPG?”, and I responded “With magic”, causing Daigo to laugh wildly and smacking my back hard repeatedly.

  *Kenzo

  As Oniisan and Daigo left, Eiji finally drunkenly got up and walked staggering into the room.

  As he slams the door behind, he took a few step then looked at me with his red lazy eyes, I looked back at him coldly and said “If I wasn’t in this condition, you would be fuckin' dead”.

  This bastard is starting to behave like our fuckin' father, I can’t beat the shit out of my father but I can sure as hell beat the living shit out of Kenzo.

  I seriously wonder what the hell happened to Oniisan this time, for Daigo to react seeing him that way, he seemed genuinely happy to see him.

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  Which is cool but also means something really bad went down in the Gate they entered.

  I can’t imagine what the fuck will happen to us if we lose Oniisan, those fuckin' blood hounds; Kuroda and Jiro will literally make ALL of us sell our literal ass on the block.

  Onii-san is the only thing holding all of us together but this fuckin' fool here is shit-stupid, and he should thank his fuckin' stars.

  *Haiji

  I told Daigo about everything that happened, from me blasting through a wall in the Gate, to the ‘elf queen’ and her midgets while we walked down the scummy streets of Sumiyoshi, filled with usual stench of piss, shit and indescribable awful odour from the hobos and the sick at the sides of the street.

  The stinky cool breeze of the morning massaged our faces, while watching glow-frogs retreating back into any hole they can find as the sun slowly came up.

  “I can’t believe you had to scrap again, after that whole shit that went down 2 days ago…” Daigo was commenting before I interrupted.

  “2 days ago?” I asked confused and said briefly “Fuck, it felt shorter than that… very short”

  “Yeah, the first battle with Flea-gloats was 2 days ago” Daigo replied with a bit of sympathy in his eyes, and said.

  “…You might have been knocked out and simply lost track of time, you know with all the explosion and all… I have heard about some people experiencing similar kind of thing and the fancy doctors that attended to them dismissed it as a small side effect of concussion or something”

  “How many of those people are still alive or stable enough to work?” I asked, with a grim expression on my face that said ‘Don’t talk like we both don’t know it’s far from a temporary side effect’.

  “Some of them are still walking the fuckin' Earth” He replied, looking two kids in front of us, that are destroying each other face with their fists on the unpaved road, mudded up with the waste from the nearby clogged gutter.

  “How many of them are still fucked, up here” I said pointing a finger to my head, which Daigo only respond was a single chuckle.

  We passed the right side of more punks fighting on this narrow road, then He then said “Well at least, I don’t think you can get fucked up… not yet, at least” before grinning playfully.

  “It totally downhill from here, I feel myself losing my mind already” I said, looking at those ‘things’ still at the left bottom of my left eye (vision).

  I seriously tried to ignore them, but how the hell could I? I’m always seeing it.

  We got to Daigo’s neighbourhood in South-most part of Abeno, it took tens of minutes, I can’t really keep up the time today but it wasn’t up to an hour.

  Daigo lead the way through his street, to a particular area filled with shabby stalls and shops, with a huge crowd of people both buy and sell.

  If I remember correctly Daigo had mention this place before, it is the Sunda… no, he called the Subaru market.

  This is the one of the few places people around here get their food and clothes, we walked through the market.

  I glazed at what the peddlers were selling; it was no surprise to see most were selling Aggressors parts and by products as food; of which many were rotting, they were some stands that displayed clothes, (the standard patched up attire that everyone wore), herbs, weapons, nylon bags, pouches etc.

  As we went deeper into the market, as we went in deeper the fewer the stalls and peddlers we saw.

  I turned my head to my right one time and saw a hagged looking old woman with one extremely disfigured eye. She technically didn’t have an eye there, instead a scar extending from the empty eye socket to the top of her lice-chewed head.

  She dragged a very big sack which soaked with blood, leaving a trace as she dragged it across the ground.

  The shape of the bag from the outside definitely didn’t look like any common Aggressors or their parts and no one would waste meat of that size of meat (that is if anyone can even get their on it in the first place) and many Aggressors I faced rarely have red-coloured blood (I can’t even consider any livestock on Earth; those thing cost a fuckin' fortune, people can only dream about see them much less eating them).

  The only thing that could be in that bag will be dead humans; humans are the cheapest thing that can be wasted without anyone giving a fuck.

  At least when Evolves are killed or die from ‘natural’ causes in the ghetto, their heart still worth some shit coins.

  The old woman just took out a bottle the pocket of her ragged-overall as she placed the large sack near a container of fire; which people gather around, then she gulps down some of its content before pouring the rest on the bag.

  She definitely didn’t like waste her drink on the sack; the expression was written all over her face. She then body-checked herself, then finally pulled out a cigarette from one of her overall pockets.

  She walked a few step to the container of fire and lighted her cigarette, after taking a few puff and passing it around to some of the people that surrounded the cylinder-container of fire, when the cigarette got back to her, she took just one puff and threw the rest of the almost-finished cigarette to the sack.

  The sack quickly engulfed in flames like it forcefully woke up from a bad dream.

  The woman just turns back to her pals around the fire; waiting for his turn to puff something one of them just pulled out from gods know where.

  In the midst of the small crowd, I stood there for some seconds watching the old whore actions, then looked at the burning sack bag with a feeling of slight irritation and indifference.

  At that minute, Daigo called out to me and said “Yo, what are you staring at? I know it’s definitely not some chick, so let’s get a fuckin' move on” before he deeped his hand in one of his pants pocket and pulled out a cigarette.

  He used a lighter to light the ass of the cigarette, as we continued our walk, he offered me some on the way but I refused like I do any other time.

  We slowly walked until we reached a particular shop (with the top right part chopped off), they were a couple of guys hanging at the side of the entrance; most were cripples with tattoos, which meant they were once Mercenary-Guards.

  Most of them sat on old wooden boxes, playing different board games with junks as their game-piece, while others hanging around walls and slipping drugs to buyers that walked up to them.

  We walked through the crowd of forcefully retired Mercenary-Guards, to a sizeable shop with a wooden sign that said ‘Sweet Sake’ (Thankfully I could understand these characters).

  All of the retired Mercenary-Guards fooling around were missing a least 2 noticeable body parts.

  Daigo lend the way into the shop, when we entered I looked around to find some more retired Mercenary-Guards inside the shop; having drinks as they played board games.

  Normally there were also a lot of gangsters, prostitutes and run-of-the-mill street punk; all from different age groups.