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On the Road.

The sun had set when an engine roared to life. A motorcycle rode down the street as pictures flew through the young rider's head like the wind went through his hair. His eyes were faded as he arrived at his destination. He took off his goggles and went inside. There was a loud argument somewhere above him. He went up and opened the door. The group didn't notice until something hit one of them and they collapsed. The male smirked as the rest fell onto the ground. He wiped the blade in his hand and blew at the tip of the gun he held. He then went out and got on his motorcycle. He rode off to a pub not too far from the place. He went in and placed something in front of a ma at the counter.

"Done." The man looked at his watch.

"You already beat Greyfire. Same time leaving, yet you're the first one back. Excellent work, Black."

The doors tore open to a tall male with fire roaring in his icy cold eyes.

"Zunda! How dare you finish before me."

"Should be quicker, Greyfire. Cause I don't do reups." There was a soft "Ooh" as he spoke. Greyfire hissed.

"I'll get you, Zunda. If it's the last thing I do." Black smirked as the man gave him his money for the job and he left. He got back on his motorcycle and rode home.

This is Black Zunda, a well known masterpiece on the street. Him and his family were known for the shadows and their art in the making of it. Secret masters that get no graces for their hard work. Money and food is all they get. Silence is the only other one. He and his family were so downgraded that they have only been recognized as shadows. Black was single for one reason.

(Timeskip brought to you by X "accidentally" tripping Blake into Whitley.)

Black's mind drifted as soon as he hit a certain section of town. It was how he went home. There were several other ways of getting there, but he preferred it. His dreams took over as he dreamed about how this ride could be better. Someone sitting behind him as the street lit up with life. The street was filled with life already. But he felt lonely as he went through it. It was hard to describe the scenery when his head was in the clouds. A tear ran down his cheek as he exited the grand road that was forgotten. He arrived at his place as the moon touched the sky. He wiped his face from the tear before walking in.

"Black?" He paused and turned to a young girl. Her face was red and she was sniffling up a storm. "You missed dinner."

"Sorry sis... you should go lay down. Are there any leftovers?"

"Yes." She rubbed her eyes before going back into her room. He went into the kitchen and saw the youngest getting some water. He smiled as he poked her. She turned and a shocked face came out.

"I gotcha."

She giggled lightly before closing the water bottle she pointed to the oven, indicating where the food was. He smiled at her before she went to her room. He grabbed the food and ate it up. He then went up to his room and laid on his bed.

"I'm never going to get that one. It'll never happen. The dreams won't go though..." He sighed as he fell asleep.

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