Note; Hey! This is my second story. I got the idea listening to the Hush sound (obviously). the chapter will be short because i don't like long chapters(too boring). I hope you all enjoy. If you want to read the story that comes before it - it's called Black Wave and is rated M... So i hope you all enjoy this story i've been playing it out for a long time. Please Review after reading :)

Hurricane Child

"You're the finest thing that I've done,

the hurricane I'll never outrun
I could wait around for the dust to still,

but I don't believe that it ever will..."- The Hush Sound

The red mustang rolled into the driveway of the extravagant, white, mansion and the engine was cut. Kyohei sighed and slouched deeper into the seat of his car. He wasn't ready to enter the house- it was one of those days. One of those days where she- yet again- took a hold of his mind. Her stubbornness, her vulnerability; all these traits had lured him to her. Like a flame to water, it went against nature but it happened.

It had been five year since she left. She did bother to say why she was leaving or if she would return. She just left a note explaining what to do with her stuff and that her room was to be given to Noi. No one could even fathom why she did what she did but this was the most unexpected twist. She didn't tell them if she planned to go to college or where she'd start working, maybe she did and he...they didn't hear her. Did she really hate them all that much? No.

Kyohei heaved him up, of the old, leather, seat and slammed the car door, shut. His feet dragged slightly as he walked towards the mansion. The sun blazed on him and the obnoxious cicada's mating song was loud in his ears. Almost all his muscles ached from hard labor and his clothes were drenched in sweat; another day at the site. He had decided that with his grades and people skills a job that required strength instead. He had to admit he was one hell of a worker. He was one of the youngest people working there, only twenty-three. He wasn't involved with any people or drugs. And the boss wasn't a pervert. As far as Kyohei was concerned life was pretty good.

As he entered the house, he heard silent conversation and followed it.

"... Noi Kasahara, will you marry me?"

Takanaga was on his knee with a small, velvet box in his hand. Noi was standing over him with a look of strong emotion.

"Oh, Takanaga!" She squealed. Kyohei entered the room and both set of eyes fell on him.

"We can talk about this later." Takenaga whispered.

"What?" Kyohei said with a tone of nonchalance. "Am I disturbing something?"

"Well..." Noi said, not daring to meet his eyes.

"Fine! Whatever, I'm leaving!" He shouted. Noi grabbed his arm in an attempt to stop him.

"We just. Didn't want you to feel..." she didn't finish her sentence, not knowing how to end it.

"To feel what? Jealous? Sad? Yeah right." He retorted harshly.

"Kyohei!" Takenaga said in his usual reserved way but it was enough to hinder Kyohei. "I would prefer it if you kept your voice down and polite when talking to Noi."

"Psssh!" Kyohei had enough of this and decided his room would be the best place to escape to. Really, he didn't care that his love life was less than developed. He didn't need some broad to make him happy. He had a decent job, a house, a good car and his friends. Something was missing, he didn't quite know what, but he was sure he'd find it later. Probably left my hat at work again.

Kyohei went to his bed and just dropped. He was dead on his feet. Hot summer, steel-toed boots, denim, and all that did not make a good combination. He could pay his rent and eat food with it but it wasn't any doctor's degree, like what Takenaga was striving for. It wasn't some high end chain of hotels like Ranmaru would inherit. For now; it was all how had.

Stayed still for a while and let his mind wander. Just then his stomach growled. Damnit. He got up and scratched the back of his head.

"Wonder if I could get Suna..." he stopped. His eyes alert he caught himself doing it again. Five years and he still expected he'd find her in her room with some gruesome movie, as the only light source. Only he knew she was gone. He knew she was never coming back. He knew that she didn't want come back, but he still hoped that she would.