Life Will Change to Find the Truth of our Lives

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Ryuji yelled at Akira as soon as silver hair ran off.
"W-We let him go?! He was such a bastard and a pain in the ass...I wanted to shut him down! We even made Queen go out of her way and step back this time!"
"Quiet Skull! Something tells me, that guy was already changed..." Morgana shuts him up with a glare.
"His eyes, they, they weren't yellow anymore, right?" Yusuke recommends.
"That's right! H-He had glasses and a surgical mask!" Ann remarked, proud of herself, "That settles it!"
Makoto nods, "But was there anything else? When he saw us in the middle of the holdup, didn't he seem rather calm? Like he understood?"
Everyone stays silent for a moment but then it was broken again easily.
"That sounds great for now, but we should head out for today, then discuss this guy more in particular." Morgana intervened again and then moved his paws like a rainbow and transformed into a rather large car and everyone hopped inside. They rode off and the world around them started to melt slowly as a candle does to flame and as paint drops from a brush. As they arrived back in the real world, Morgana turned back to a regular cat, keeping his rather concerning blue eyes and everyone was back to their regular school uniforms, crossed with red lines on the smooth black cloth and headed home for the day, to Morgana's request, but at least not before a small snack at Leblanc, Akira decided. Morgana scaled his back and hopped inside his small bag.
"You're sure you recognize him?" Morgana insisted as they headed towards the oncoming train.
"I'm sure...I've met him before, I'm certain." Akira answered as he took the first step inside the crowded train. Morgana complained as the ride went on, and only annoyed Akira slightly as he knew he was the only one hearing it.

"You're still here, huh? Well nice to see you again. Well, would you like a drink?" Akira looked around as he felt he slight hum of a car moving forward and saw a rather tall looking boy his age sitting across the car, the windows, grey and misty. The boy holds a clear shot looking glass and it's filled with an undefined drink. Akira always reached for it, but felt his hand being restrained by handcuffs circling his hands, the chain, anchored onto the floor of the mobile. The boy would always chuckle slightly. He has seen this dream so many times, but the face of the boy always seems to slip, and be forgotten. Yet the thing that would change, was his final words before Akira would wake up. "See you again soon, maybe with a party of my own," the city boy took a sip of the offered drink, tilted his head and smiled and Akira's vision went dark then he awoke to the station announcement for him. He squeezed his way through the crowd, Morgana shrieking with complaints too, and headed to Leblanc.

"Oh you're back." Sojiro gives a upward glance at the messy hair boy as he relaxed his bag onto his gripped hand and Morgana slipping out behind .
Akira surveys the café and finds a silver haired man, sipping a cup gracefully, looking quite familiar too, his gaze holding to long for a glance and makes eye-contact.
"...Oh, you're the boy that lives here, right? The coffee here is great." He smiles gently but his gaze seems focused away from Akira.
"Yeah, it's the best around here actually." Akira tries to follow his gray eyes but it seems to have no grip.
"Is that your cat? It's actually really cute." He laughs slightly as the car seems to peep out like a meerkat.
The boy reaches in his bag and pulls out a small cut of fresh packed fatty tuna.
"I got this on sale, and I'm the only one who eats fish back home, so if it's alright if the little guy gets s-"
The boy gets cut off by Morgana's constant stressing about yes as the boy laughs a bit. He waves it in front of Morgana as it leaps onto a seat and waits for its prize.
"Why can't Ryuji be like this?" Morgana meows excitedly.
The boy seems to tense slightly as if something were wrong with the cat, after all, he can't hear him, right? The boy hands the package to Akira.
"I doubt he can open it all by himself, in all. Don't forget to feed it to him, Mr. Kurusu." He smiles as he leaves his seat and leaves change for his coffee. "Thanks boss!"
Akira seems taken aback holding the tuna carefully as to make sure it's not poisoned.
"...How come he knows your name? You know him?" Morgana inquires as Akira answers with a negative head shake.
"You better feed that cat that tuna. He bought it just for him actually." Sojiro says calmly as he cleans a cup behind the counter.
"Did you tell him my name?" Akira asks back to him.
"Well, he asked nicely, and he was minding his manners. He's a good kid, that's for sure."
Akira nods understanding as he walks up to his room. As he reached the center of his room his phone buzzed, Futaba being the causation.
F- Who was that guy? Mona seems to like him.
A- A new regular.
F- He sure comes a long way to come to there.
F- Other side of the city to be exact.
F- Something smells fishy about him, let's figure that out at tomorrow's meeting.
A- You rebounded quickly from that cold.
F- I'm just excited! We'll talk more tomorrow at the meeting. 
"You has a long day, let's go to bed for the day." Morgana stretches himself on the futon couch beside his tv.
Akira listened carefully, as he knew Morgana would give more than a simple warning if he didn't do as Mona said.