"We're born to die one day," Katou said carelessly, shrugging yet again, uncaring. "The ones who're alive, don't belong in Hell." He had died three times so he could check in for two more.

"Brotherly love, eh?" He grinned and started towards the street he had been walking before. "That description could pass for about half of the guys in my buss. And I was hardly close enough to see their eye color. But fear not, if your love is true, I'm sure you find your lil' bro eventually." And that said, he laughed, cruelly this time, thinking back to one idiot in love, who had raced across Heaven and Hell to find his sister.