Izumi was leaning against a telephone pole looking very bored.

"Wow that felt like forever." He commented seeing Nishi make his way over.

Nishi shrugged stopping in front of him.

"Was your dad home?" Izumi asked snatching the school bag off Nishi's shoulder. "Oh, thanks." Nishi said looking up at the taller man.

"And no he wasn't, he should be at work anyway." Nishi said as they walked back to Izumi's apartment.

"What does he do?" Izumi asked. slugging the bag over his shoulder. Nishi took note of how much smaller the bag looked nest to him.

"I really don't know." Nishi said with a slight laugh. "I believe he works in an office as a personal assistant's secretary's, secretary's for some corporation." Izumi quirked an eyebrow trying to understand what a assistant for an assistant's assistant would have to do. Nishi smiled again. "Whatever he does he's been doing it for as long as I can remember. Its some mindless dead end job and he hates it."

"Did your mother have a job?" Izumi asked trying to seem subtle.

Nishi gave a light laugh again. "Yeah, she was like, the personal assistant's assistant. " Nishi looked happy talking about his mother he looked forward not at Izumi just looking at the streetlights and any visible stars in the electric light crowed sky. "Like something just as dumb, repetitive and pointless but like, one level up." Izumi smiled looking down on him.

"I think that's how they met actually through work..." Nishi's voice faded off.

"So, she's dead, or she left?" Izumi probed.

"Yeah she's dead." Nishi said barley audible.

"How long ago?" Izumi asked noticing Nishi's smile now seemed forced rather then natural.

"Three months." He said his steps getting slower.

"How did she die?" Izumi felt the need to press for more information but obviously the boy had reached his limits.

"I don't really feel like sharing." He said sounding bitter eyes darkening.

Izumi sighed. He couldn't blame him. But it still annoyed him that the boy held information from him when he was being kind enough to let him live in his apartment. Izumi had not even considered if he had enough money to support another person or the legal consequence's of letting somebodies child stay with him. It all kept coming back to the image burned in his mind of the boy staring at him as he killed. As fascinated with it as he'd become with him.

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Nishi had kept his bags by the sofa but he found this a shame as it kind of threw off the whole eerily clean and clutter-less look of the whole house. Izumi sat at the kitchen table doing his homework. He watched as the boy typed away on his laptop staring at the screen.

"You can type pretty fast." Izumi commented looking up from his work. Nishi made a sound of concurrence never looking up. Izumi felt slightly ignored he hoped the boy wasn't still annoyed with him from before.

"What are you doing anyway?" Izumi asked.

"You sure ask a lot of questions." Nishi said his voice rang of a pleasant tone as he grinned he didn't seem annoyed anymore. He looked more like he wanted to annoy. Izumi frowned looking back at his homework.

"I'm writing a fantasy story, well actually its a journal about the game but anyone who read's it will think differently." Nishi said minutes later still never looking up.

"Remember to stay vague, there's a chip in your brain now. You give to much information anyway Gantz will blast your brains through your skull." Izumi cleared the table shuffling the papers back into his bag.

"Oh, that would be great to put in somewhere!" Nishi gave a morbid laugh. Izumi couldn't help but smile.

"If you hear a buzzing noise in your ear be sure to delete that shit right away. If your brain explodes all over my carpet I'll be seriously pissed." Nishi fell back against the sofa and began to laugh.