dangerous illusion.

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prologue.

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was it really a surprise that he went out in the dead of night? the roppongi district was always one to treasure their life more in the late hours when owls were awake. convenience store neon signs glowed, attracting any 16-year-old teenagers looking for slurpees and junk food at 1 a.m. a place where rindou just got one.

the blonde and blue streaked haired boy sighed as he sipped the last drop of his cherry and blueberry slushy before tossing it into a nearby trash can. this wasn't something he would normally do, wandering in the middle of the night. 

in fact, instead of him, it'd be ran, slurping a coke slushy and thinking about his life problems. well, if he even had any. neither him or his brother usually had things to say about their mental. for all they know, the other is just as happy and as a newly owned dog.

but lately rindou's life seemed to be lacking something. something besides beating people up and ruling a city. so tonight, he decided to switch up his schedule and find something to fulfill that feeling. its not like anyone would bother him, they know what his name stands for. 

feeling a fresh breeze wash over him, he shoved his hands in his pockets, walking a little faster to stay warm. perhaps he shouldn't have wore a short sleeved shirt, but would he be running back to his house to get a jacket? hell no.

looking up at the sky above, stars were splatters of paint across the night sky, adding scenery to the crescent moon that shined on the city below. that was something he treasured; his city. 

returning his focus to the world below, he noticed a slender figure running their arm steadily across a stone wall beneath a bridge. he's not one to be interested in random people's business, but he was this time. 

it wasn't the most unusual thing he's seen in his city, but keep in mind that odd was what he was hoping to find this night. maybe this would be the thing to fulfill the missing part in his life. so with that, he walked towards it.

as he got closer to the figure, he noted how it would halt its motions at even the tiniest startling noise that may indicate someone was approaching it. was it doing an illegal activity? or did it simply not want to be seen? should he even continue approaching it? 

even if he wanted to turn back and continue walking, it seemed as if something as powerful as a bull was pulling him forward, compelling his feet to go only one place: the figure. and just as he was about to enter the tunnel beneath the bridge, the figure abruptly turned to face him.

startled, it gathered up its belongings, stuffing the items from the floor inside of its bag. as it rushed away, clanks rang throughout the area. could rindou have tracked the figure down? yea. but, despite his odd behavior tonight, he will not disrespect himself by pursuing something he isn't interested in.

the only thing rin could do after his subject left before he could talk to it was watch what it was doing on the wall. but what he didn't know, was that what he observed was going to unlock many core memories to come. It had been graffiti. although it was unfinished graffiti, it was still graffiti. 

it was a black spray painted wall with a very realistic moon in the corner. a skateboard was placed in the midst of the piece. he's not a professional graffiti artist, but he used to do a lot when he was younger. according to what he had seen so far, it was going to be incredible in the end.

he smiled when he entered his shared home (his brother also lived there) that night. he'd found something he could do every day: go see that masterpiece. no, not when it was entirely completed. but throughout the piece's whole process.

every mistake they made till the next day when they covered it up? he'd see. every drawing she ended up coloring in? He'd recall it. perhaps this was what he needed to complete his life's missing piece. atleast thats what he thought on the first night.

because unfortunately for him, that figure didn't come back the entire following week.