Akia just sat there and shook his head as the other tried to justify him kidnapping the poor child. He didn't want to hear of it. He wouldn't have died, he was in a old house that had some heat, found a slightly good enough blanket to use...

"there was a-" he froze when he heard the name. That wasn't his name...this guy was really a lunatic! He miss took Akia for someone else, That had to be it! that's why he took him. "I..I'm not this Aijou, I don't know who he is. So let me go" he said as he looked up with some hope.

If this was all just because this guy miss took him for someone else, then he hadn't wanted to hurt Akia, he just wanted his other person back. So there wasn't anything wrong with that..."You didn't do anything to me did you?" he asked tilting his head. now that he knew this guy was looking for someone else, he didn't really worry much about his own self being in danger.

Akira was confused. This boy was a completely different person. He even said his name wasn't Aijou...

"But... you told me you are Aijou" he said to the lad. He suddenly felt shivers running down his spine at the thought of the boy not being mentally sane. He never considered that situation when he bumped into Aijou, so he treated him just like any other person. But if he was really suffering from a mental illness, then, Akira's desire to help him would simply be insufficient, and risky...

Akia scuffed at the male, "I'd never tell someone my name, not even a fake one at that. I don't even know you, nor have I seen you before." he said getting annoyed again. Really this male was starting to put him through a whole lot of loops."

"Now I demand you show me how to get out!" he said, "I don't want to be around someone such as you, kidnapping little boys to do whatever the hell you please!" You could say that Akia had grown to a point that his mental state wasn't stable...he often went from sobbing to yelling in seconds....And soon after he'd get tired and fall back into a deep slumber for another few weeks....

Slowly pulling himself up to his feet he glanced around, looking for anything to show as the way out, his head was starting to become dizzy as he grew unable to keep control of the body, though to his own self, he was just loosing his strength to stay awake. "I...not now" he whined before falling against the wall and sliding down, he leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes, taking deep breaths before he couldn't take it any longer, Akia slowly began to fade away again, Loosing himself into a endless dream till he had enough energy to take over again...

When Akia was gone, Kreg quickly took over, having finally gotten back out of that void they were sent to when Akia was in control. Opening the males eyes he pulled him to his feet, giving a unsure expression. "U-um. I think I was sleep walking" he said as he took a small step back. "I hope I didn't say anything weird...I..I'll go back to bed" and with that he ran off to the room, hoping he didn't have to explain anything. Unlike the others, Kreg didn't have a hateful or sad bone in his body. He was the happiness they all lacked. With some hurt for them, he still saw only the bright side to things.

Sighing when he got back into the room, he then gave Aijou back the body, the male having had time to come too again. 'Thanks' he thought back to Kreg as he crawled into the bed, lying down and looking up at the ceiling. He wasn't sure if Akira would come in and ask him what that was about...but he hoped he wouldn't.

Akira's first thought was to follow him, and to try to figure out what was going on. But everything happened so fast, and he found himsel just as lost and dissoriented as Aijou appeared to be a few moments ago. Was the boy truly not sane? Had he escaped from a mental institution? Had someone abused him and driven him away?

Those questions suddenly started popping up in his mind. It would seem there was something wrong with the boy, and if that was truly the case, then Akira alone could not help Aijou get back on the right track.
He acted as though there were more than one personalities sharing his body and mind. Such a behaviour could have been brought on by the hardships he’d endured, or he could have been born with this disorder.

On the other hand, there was the possibility that the boy was just playing a prank on him.“I’d be so mad at him, if this was his idea of a bad joke!” the man said to himself. He felt sorry for Aijou, took him into his home, and provided him with a meal, clothes, and a warm bed to sleep in, until he could find better accomodations for him. He did it because he felt it was the right thing to do, and he didn’t expect anything in return. But to play such a mischievous prank on someone was simply unacceptable…

Aijou lied in the bed, his legs being pulled up to his chest as he rocked back and forth on the bed, he'd pulled the covers over his lower half to keep warm, but couldn't find it in himself to lie down and sleep. He'd lost control again, being sent to that endless dream of strange things. He couldn't completely keep track of what happened there, things changed, blurred. It was a nightmare that would hold onto him for how ever long his body wouldn't respond to him. Kreg had said that was most likely the place Aijou was sent when Akia took over...

Akia, he was the other personality that he had, he'd never met him, nor really felt him there, and he was told it was the same way around Akia thought he was the main person there, (then again he didn't know of any of them) but that was just because he refused help from anyone. Even Kreg and them. so the three others hadn't any hold when he was in control. They were only able to get to see a small peek at this other side, it was dark and broken...hatred fed it.

Some times, Aijou was scared that he'd loose himself to this other side, allowing the hate and sorrow completely take him. It was his worse night mare.....

The man quietly opened the door, to take a quick peek inside. Aijou had finally drifted off to sleep, curled up like an innocent child, under the warm sheets. It was almost noon, but he wasn’t bothered in any way by the brightness of the sun.

“Guess he was really tired, poor kid” Akira thought, wondering if he should wake him up or not. He wanted to take him to the hospital, to have a doctor check and see what other injuries the boy had on his body, and verify if he’d been raped. Then he had to get Akia to a psychologist, to do determine the cause of his unusual behaviour. Perhaps the boy was merely frightened and confused, but he had to make sure that was all there was to it.

“Maybe he’ll agree to a physical examination. I’m not so sure about the psychological one. Still, if I tell him there’s absloutely nothing to worry about, he might concede to it. Though, I really don’t know if he’ll want to accompany me to the police station…”

But there was no other way. Akira could not keep Aijou as a pet. He was obligated to take him to the authorities to see if they could establish his true identity, age, and place of origin. There could still be someone looking for him, a relative, a family member.

Akira didn’t want to lose him, but he had no choice. If the boy was indeed a minor, then someone might come and demand his return, and that would be the end of the story. But if there was no one left to care for the boy, he’d be taken to an orphanage.

The man clenched his fists tight, at the prospect of Aijou being taken away from him. “I’m not going to let you get lost again. I’m going to help you find your way, Aijou. I promise, I’ll do my very best…”

Ajiou could hear faint mutters from someone as he slept. He really didn't know when he fell asleep. But it seemed that it had happened some time late at night, being as he was still passed out. His head throbbed slightly as he lied there, most likely hurting from hardly sleeping. It would pass in a few hours or two. Instead of moving around, Aijou just lied there, he'd rather just drift back to sleep...

After a while he finally couldn't take it anymore. He stirred a bit as he rolled onto his back, slowly opening his eyes to stare up at the ceiling. He was still in the same bed, that was good. That other him hadn't been able to come out then. Sighing slightly, he closed his eyes for a moment, reaching up to rub his head before slowly pulling himself up to a sitting stance. Looking around, his gaze soon landed on Akira, his head tilting to the side slightly as he looked at him confused.

Aijou wanted to ask what the guy was doing, being in the room that he was in while he slept, but that would be a bit to rude. More so considering that this was Akira's room after all. Pulling his legs up to his chest he wrapped his arms around them, Pressing his lips together as he stared at the male. He wasn't sure what he was to say....good morning? But wasn't that to informal? "u-um...h...hi" he finally said.

Since Aijou had just woken up, the others wouldn't be up for a few more hours, often sleeping longer then Aijou himself did because they would stay up a bit later, making sure nothing would happen before finally heading off to sleep. How they were able to see if anyone was there while Aijou's eyes were closed, was beyond him. They said it wasn't really seeing, as feeling them...which made even less sense to the young male...

Biting onto his lower lip, Aijou waited for the other to say something. Not sure if the guy wanted Aijou to leave after what had happened the night before or not. It wasn't every day someone brought home a boy to 'what he calmed to be' help him. And then have said boy switch completely and, well, Aijou wasn't completely sure what happened....so he didn't know what this Akia had done.

Seeing how the boy began to twist and turn in his bed, Akira wanted to close the door, an leave poor Aijou be. But, before he could do so, the boy suddenly woke up. He rubbed his tired eyes, and when he noticed Akira, he just stood there, for a few moments, staing at him. The youngster then pulled pulled his legs up to his chest, resting his chin on his knees, just like he did earlyer that morning.

He looked lost, confused, and sad. All that was missing were his badly torn clothes, and his dirty old blanket, but he was pretty much the same as he was just a few hours ago, even without them. His beautiful white hair was a mess, but it didn't matter. truth be told, no matter how he'd dress, or wear his hair, Aijou stille looked the same as when he had no shelter, no clothes and no food, being forced to sleep on the deserted streets, in that cold weather.

The boy must have endured great hardships, to end up being such a depressed and demoralised person. He was still quite young. Though Aijou never really told him how old he was, Akira figured he couldn't possibly be older than 18. Even he'd been known to make mistakes, but, judging by Aijou's physical appearance, that estimate sounded about right...

Aijou's lips moved, as the boy uttered a few sounds. Sadly, Akira couldn't understand what the boy was trying to tell him. Was he afraid of him? Did his presence startle him? Did the boy have any reason to believe the man had done something to him, while he was asleep? Akira had become obsessed with trying to make the boy feel safe, that maybe he went a little too far. His behaviour was most likely confusing the boy even further, if not freaking him out!

He just had to let it go for the time being. If he wanted Aijou to trust him, he had to let the boy reach that point on his own, without pushing him from behind. Besides, he had better things to do than just stand in the door way like a statue all day. He had to feed Aijou, find some clothes for him, and some shoes, and take him to the hospital, then to the priecinct.

But how could he tell him that, without having him panic, and try to run away? The boy barely trusted him, let alone anyone else. All those strangers asking him all sorts of questions would be enough to frighten him, and make him crawl back into his shell again. And then, all the effort he'd put into drawing the boy out will have been for nothing. He had to find a way to solve that problem. But first, he had to prepair Aijou...

"Um, I'm terribly sorry for barging in like that" the man appologised. "I just thought you'd like some late breakfast. I'll start making some more sandwiches, so you can come and have some, once you're up and ready." And with that, Akira slowly closed the door, heading back to the kitchen...

Aijou sat there for what felt like ages as he waited for the guy to say something. For the most part, it seemed as if he was just staring at him. why he was, Aijou wasn't sure. He still had a few hours til Kreg, Jim and Grim would wake, so he would be mostly alone...he could just sit in the bed all day, maybe the other would allow him to before he finally was told to leave...It wasn't like he could stay at the persons house just out of no where for as long as he seemed to want to...Even if it was warm..and the bed was soft, the guy would want the bed back....Wouldn't he?

Chewing on his lower lip, Aijou glanced to the side when he heard the other was making food. He would have gotten up and gone to eat at the thought of something to stuff in his stomach, but the meal he'd eaten the night before was still settling. After going so long on simple things like break, only a slice every few days. He'd gotten to the point where eating to much would make him sick. Even if others saw it as him not eating enough...It was hard to explain. His stomach and mind would be empty and want it, but his body would reject it if he would eat so soon after having something. So instead, he just sat in the bed for a while longer.

When enough time had past, about 15 minutes. Aijou finally climbed out of bed and headed into the the kitchen. "I-I'll leave now." he said with a nod to the other. It was better if he left wasn't it? He didn't have a right to stay there...He wasn't this guys responsibility...and he had no way to pay him back for all that he'd already done. Let alone adding another night to the list.

Akira's hands began to shake, and he nearly dropped the plate he was bringing to the table. He managed to put it down, but he couldn't stop his hands from shaking. Why would Aijou say such a thing? Was he really thet scared of him? Did he feel threatened by him? Did he do, or say something to make him feel unwanted, unwelcome, unworthy of his hospitality, or attention? Where was he going to go? On the streets, so he could go back to having no food, no clothes, and no shelter?

"Why do you want to leave, Aijou?" Akira asked him, trying to stop his tremors. "Is something wrong? Earlyer, when I brought you here, you told me you'd like to stay. Don't you want that anymore?"