I climb a tree, holding Zoroark's pokeball. My eyes are shut and tears slowly come from them.

"Yami's still grieving the loss of someone important to him..."

"Who is it?" Ray asked.

My red eyes open, looking like watercolor from my tears. I lay back on the branch and sigh. "I feel awful, really." I tell myself. Zoroark comes out and and tilts it's head in confusion.

Ray gets up. "Actually," He said, "I think I know who it might be."

Zoroark frowns and pats my shoulder. "You know now, huh?" I ask, petting it.

Ray begins to make his way towards Yami.

I see Ray coming, knowing what he's up to.

"I got this from someone three years ago." Ray said, "They told me my dad wanted to give it to who he and I felt best. I think you are that person." Ray said, then threw Yami a ruby with the number 57 carved into it.

"57?" I read, carefully taking it with an expression on my face that says 'Thank you.' "I can't believe he did that- what he did."

"What he did sounds like my dad." Ray said, "He took bullets for many of his companions on the SWAT team. One time, it seemed he came back to life, that's when he got that. He carved the 57 as a reminder of when he had to pay his dues."

"He was brave... You probably don't but I'll ask anyway. Do you know anyone who's name is original?" I ask.

"Domenico Ray Ramirez," Ray said, "He was the one who shot the bullet that nearly killed Edward. They called him Original, because he started a massive drug trafficking campaign."

I uncover from my face cloth and it's so bloody you can't even tell I've got skin there. "That's what he did to me."

Ray reveals a burn going down his back. "When I was five he tried to burn our house down." Ray said,