No Blood! No Bone! No Ash!

 [ Eric walked his way over to the area where a meeting was going to be taken place. Something urgent. They got him out of his room an everything, so it must be serious if they were using him. 

His eyes drifted over the warehouse that had been his home for a long time. Ever since they moved after an incident, this has been their headquarters. He blinked, trying to remember what the incident was...ah...his brother escaped, wasn't it? Izumo had ran away and left Eric here with the consequences of his actions.

He tilts his head. When did his brother leave here? Leave him? A few years now wasn't it? He vaguely wondered if he was still alive, or was he enjoying his freedom after abandoning his brother. He frowned, trying forget about those thoughts as he felt anger. Now wasn't the time. The leader was talking about a thorn in their side, and how they might snuff it out.

Ah, Homra again?

The name kept popping up here and there, they were becoming a bit more of a problem with each passing day. Their borders clashing even more as their territory expands.

The leader barked at him, telling him to get ready. Eric could only nod, wandering over to retrieve his knife. Looks like things were finally moving forward. He had a job to do, there was nothing else that mattered, right?

A vague image of his brother flashed in his mind and he smiled, vicious and full of teeth. Yeah, nothing else mattered, anymore. ]

[ Eric watched silently from his position on the couch as everyone seemed to hustle or bustle about in some way or another. It was mostly Totsuka doing a lot of whatever it was that was causing this uproar, bringing out a cake, some strange accessories and everything of the like.

He ignored it all as it filled the bar, along with everyone there. He wasn't used to their strange behaviour yet, they didn't seem to have any consistency.

They said they were waiting for someone, he didn't catch his name, only half paying attention to what was going on. They weren't needing him or talking about him so he really just had to stay put where he was. There were a few people still not in the bar, Fujishima included, so perhaps they were waiting for one of them. ]

[ It's been just a few weeks since Homra had decided to wipe out a chunk of Hikawa, and the atmosphere surrounding the group was all but tense, inside and out.

Eric could care less about the changes that had been happening. He was a dog so as long as he followed he would be fine, and less people meant less beatings. Though with such an uproar occurring so much, the beatings and threats only increased.

Which was why he was so confused as to why he was out right now. Outside, wandering around the streets confused, wet, and exhausted. They kicked him out, not allowed to go back until they told him to. This has only happened a couple of times before for no reason, but they would have called him back to be picked up again by now. 

His stomach made a strange noise and he ignored it. It was empty and made a feeble attempt to beg for some food. He couldn't eat without his owner around. It was more important to listen for any sign of his phone ringing, telling him to come home, even though it was hard to focus, and his whole body hurt from some burn, or bruise or possible broken bone. But he had to keep going...he had to keep mo--

Ah.

He felt his knees buckle from under him and he crashed into something that wasn't the ground, soft and lumpy in some places. He stared ahead, not really recognizing anything  and he vaguely wondered when the last time he had some food in his stomach...he couldn't recall.

The aches and pain he felt in his body were fading away and he blinked a bit as the raindrops started hitting his face. Maybe this was the reason why they kicked him out...to see if he would be alive by the time they called him. His use was up after all...huh.

Eric closed his eyes, not caring either way, he was tired, his whole body hurt, his stomach hurt even if it no longer complained. He was fine with this, dying perhaps. ]