[ To trudge, a salome walk of a man who has nothing left but to simply push forward.Brandon was looking pretty busted up but like his heart was broken at the same time his arm was tied up. Yes he had just finished off Blood War/Brad Wong whatever you wish to call him. He knew now he could NEVER be with Maria now. His humanity by his standards was gone.

He had no memories of this place but still his body moved like it knew where it was going. Lost and alone, Brandon remembered getting in the car with Harry Lee and Bunji but somehow when he dozed off he found himself on a beach.

Something in his mind was telling him X would know what to do. But X is always the unknown...at least thats what he remembered from his small ammount of time in school before he just quit going. That was never his thing, Harry skipped he skipped. Harry quit he quit. He was a follower put in the seat of a leader.

Leader of True Grave, a man with a heart too good for his job...

Maybe thats why he was in this strange place... As he walked he spoke a name aloud, not the two he normally would call. No Maria would not be here. Harry most definitely would never step in a place like this. He called for his brother.]

"BUNJI!" [The quiet voice did have its rare loud moments, this was one of those times.]

"I'll...Be back soon." [ Brandon spoke these words as he gave one last look to X early in the morning of christmas, after all he had a mission and dispite all he planned to do it so behold the silent tall man bundled up in a coat and a scarf courtesy of X [He figures it was a christmas gift] of course he worried about the teenager getting himself sick, but Brandon, well he pretty much thinks he's indestructible like the robot. Now that he was awake and he had actually made...Christmas Macaronni. SHUT UP HE CANT COOK XC!

He had set to the streets after weeks of worrying and thinking about it he had come to the 'realization' that Bunji the strange man he had seen on the beach...MUST BE HOMELESS! He planned to set out and find the lost soul and bring him home. Though Brandon Heat could tell by looking at Bunji the one time he could tell the man was older but for some reason the fighter felt the man needed someone to watch over him.

Silently slipping through the cold streets, he was unarmed of course even if he had a gun the one he had killed a man with at Big Daddys party that got transported with him he didn't like them at all, not after all Harry had done with his... No Brandon had no idea what the future had instore for him.]

[ Brandon was glad to be back in his body it was nice to be able to do things on his own again not that being an addorible dragon didn't have perks but still. His mind was on two things alternating. Maria first and foremost. How the blond had loved the snow, the night she had leaned on him and told him to just hold her after she cleaned the blood off his face. Yes he thought then she may have a heart to love him but it was much to late now after all... Jester died for him. Her uncle, her only family. He died to save Brandon, a useless peice of gutter trash, and why? As the man said for Maria.

For if Brandon died Maria's heart would die too... A truth he would come to learn many years later.

The second thought that kept nagging away at him was who was that mysterious man with the sunglasses he seemed like he had the same lonliness to him...something was kindred about him not the same feeling he got from Harry, no this was far from the same...Brandon looked to the sky as the snow feel into his hair watching the sky. How was that man? Why did he seem to know him? And why did it bother him so? Lots of people knew him...he was Harry's friend of course people knew him...

Why did the snow also break his heart longing for someone he knew he shouldn't love but still he did? Sitting there on the roof of X's apartment building like he used to in the slums Brandon was plauged by these thoughts enought o not even care that he had no coat on, Brandon was a man like that he never bothered with a jacket at this age.]

Brandon had finally adjusted to the changes in his life since he arrived on the Island, he had taken to now and then stealing a bit here and there but otherwise he stayed low radar so not upset the little superhero he had found himself living with recently the boy had finally realized his new friend wasn't human He was a crime fighting Robot. Brandon was just a street punk. He knew this he had no ambitions to make his life better he liked his life with Harry, he longed for the old days with the guys watching Nathan harass Kenny while Jolice cooked and Harry played cards...

Yeah the old days, Brandon wanted those back...

But he knew he could not have that so the teenage boy was walking alone having left early and was just wandering through the island he was still shaken from the nightmares of Halloween he had taken to walking again after he had broke free of the mist. Yes the boy just needed to walk through it, its not like he had anyone to find solace in, no one to help him. He had made friends yes but none of them could be Harry.

[ Brandon Heat was never what one would call a social butterfly. He was happy however that he had a friend in his new live in comrade X, the robot had nursed him back to health and even kept him company until Brandon was well enough to be out and about for the first time since his arrival, he had already visited the fountain even if it took awhile to get there still being slightly injured.

He was dressed in his normal clothes the black and gray pants with the black sleevless tee and brown vest he was sitting at one of the cafe's eatting a cheeseburger and fries like he had not seen food in a year, he felt so famished, but it was only becuase he couldn't cook and he hated being a burden. He was thankful that amazingly his wallet had been in his pants still and he was able to trade off his Yules for money on this place. For once he was glad he was in the mafia.

Better money then his old street punk days of being lucky to have 20 bucks on him. And that was from pickpocketing if he needed too or jumping someone, he had been a man in love moeny is needed to court a woman. If Maria ever knew....

Anyway that's what his mind was on as he looked sadly at the fries. Harry and Maria...He missed them so terribly.

[ Brandon was laying there as the blood oozed from his side still dressed in the nice suit Maria had picked out for him just for the party that Big Daddy was holding. His mind was running a mile a minute as it always did, for one so quiet he thought as much as Harry spoke. his mind ran between thoughts of if Harry would be sad or if Maria would cry.

He just wanted to protect them, that was all he wanted. if Big Daddy died, the family would have gone down, he knew he was a low class minion, but Daddy was nice to him took him fishing and mostly took care of Maria. He could not let that man die but why he had pulled the trigger himself and killed another man... That he did not understand.

Oh yeah, the thoughts back to guns he realized he had really been shot, the old man had been holding him up. Now he could just see the endless blue of the sky. Yes he thought he was dead that's why he made no effort to stop the bleeding. He was ready to be done with life, to join Kenny Jolice and Nathan. His work was done he figured he just prayed in his moments of pain that Harry and Maria would take care of each other.]

[ooc: lawl yes the icon is how he really looks right now, thats the actual shot of him just after being shot]

Ita been a long time coming but I think its just beter I do this then drag out another long hiatus its been fun but I am just to distracted with other things and real life to pay attention to this game. So I again apologize but This is where I will be dropping Brandon Heat and Gokudera Hayato.

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Suzaku? Are you still around? or did the world eat you?

.....I dont knwo why i keep letting myself slip away from everyone so long....I just....I dont even know...

If you are still here, or even Sakura or Howl.....how about we do something?

I have been very neglectful of this journal and of the people around me. Since pulling the pool table from the closet, in many pieces. And putting it together I have spent much time rearregning the room to my like. If I will be here I might as well like it. This is what has distracted me from the world outside of this room. Changing things and playing pool. It is not such a fun game when one is alone. I truly miss my friends I wish they were here to join me.

I truly miss Harry the most, Everything loses its shine without Harrys ambitstion to make it gleam... This place needs ....it needs a man like Harry MacDowell to pull it together...I need to quit this. I am gone, he is there.... the more I torture myself the more I hate it...

...god....why am I here...

-Brandon Heat

...I think I will go to the kitchen and try and make Jolice's soup...

That was terrible I am sick...beyond sick of being tormented of this place and I only just arrived a few weeks ago. How do those who have baen longer last? Being lost was bad having followed a ghoul of one of my dearest friend only to return and wake up today....upside down....

...I need this camera fixed...