What was the definition of normal? Whatever it was, it couldn't be the way Tetsuya Kaibara's life ran. A young boy, around sixteen, he was a bit pale, with messy, chestnut-streaked crimson-sable blonde hair and round, almond shaped emerald eyes set into a gentle, carefree face. Usually he donned a hooded short-sleeved, white and cobalt jacket over a grey tee shirt and dark stonewash three quarter lengths, white-and-crimson over-sized boots on his feet. The youth watched sloping hills and large mountains roll by, valleys nestled cosily between them. He looked at the people he considered family, despite some of them not being human.
Satoshi was relatively mature at seventeen, with silvery platinum-white hair spilling past his shoulders, and vibrant aquamarine eyes scanning from a sharply handsome face. He often wore a sleeveless black muscle shirt and light stone-wash carpenter jeans. The teenager was reading directions to Calvin, who was driving. Tetsu