Suddenly, Toya jumped off the hood and spun around, coming face to face with the same silver-haired man that had flown off with Kyoko the night before.
“Who the hell are you?” Toya demanded hotly to cover up the fact that the man had just scared the f**k out of him.
“Perhaps I should ask you the same question,” Kyou responded quietly as he took in every detail of Toya’s face and eyes. He had held his lifeless body… even buried him only a few feet from where they now stood. Unable to stop himself, Kyou’s gaze swept to the very grave to admire the colors that burst forth from the strange marker.
Toya noticed the melancholy way the man’s eyes strayed to the same flowers he had always thought of as his own. Somehow it all angered him. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. All I
