[...Fine. he closes hsi eyes and when he opens them, he focuses intently on explotaro. Saying all this in an even voice. An emotionless voice. Critical. Objective]

I moved to Ikebukuro when my parents split. I was eleven then, and in elementary school. By the time I was thirteen, I'd dyed my hair [he tugs on a lock briefly. This lighting doesn't show it well, but he is in need of a new dye job. Much of his roots are dark brown now] and I'd somehow managed to gather a lot of like minded people around me. A color gang, we called ourselves the Yellow Scarves. At the time... well, I thought it was just how things were done in Tokyo. Gangs of middle school kids, fighting stupid little turf wars until the cops showed up. That's what me and the Scarves did then, all wearing our colors. Against Green, Red, ... Blue. All of 'em.

But eventually... things changed. Between us an another color gang called the Blue Squares.