"Hey! Blue!"
"Lets go Blue!"
"Come on, come play with us Blue!"
A few years have passed now, the boy from the Japan streets is growing into the Foster Homes care. He eats, sleeps, breathes, and believes in the Foster Home's ways. He does well in his studies, and his physical qualities are only growing. The boy, who is now being called Blue on account of his beautiful ocean blue eyes, has made friends with a few other initiates into the Foster Home system. They'd all finally been issued their Foster Home uniforms. Which in Blue's case is a black uniform jacket, black slacks, black vans sneakers, and a sky blue polo shirt. The boy, Blue, is now 13 years old. Blue, with a confident smile on his face in response to his first name, slowly opens his eyes to see his three new friends in the Foster Home smiling back as they ran off towards the playground, which has a track field, a swimming pool, an immense and versatile selection of workout equipment, and an old school playground set, built into the foundation which was mostly used for further muscle building. It's complete with monkey bars, a slide, and a rubber tire. Blue ran to meet up with his friends, first hugging his loud mouthed friend Gray, a boy about Blue's age who also had powers over Darkness.
His dull gray eyes shown a flicker of emotion before a sarcastic joke slipped from his lips "You're always so slow."
Blue sighed at the remark from the Asian boy about his height and build, only slight being the Demon arm he had concealed with a link of 216 Buddhist prayer beads over the arm under his uniforms white long sleeve polo shirt, the other sleeve of his polo shirt either short or torn off like his gray uniform jacket, as is his style, the rest of his outfit following gray slacks, and gray vans to match. Along with his dark silver hair, Gray seems like the perfect name for this guy, and so that's what they named him.
"Yeah Yeah Gray. We all know how punctual and responsible you are." Blue growled in protest.
Gray clicked his tongue and followed Blue over to their friend Red. Blue delivering a well-timed high five to Red, and Gray actually smiling with feeling. Red was also about Gray and Blue's age, but he was more of an American decent, holding onto the accent and mannerisms, and also being a caucasian. Red branded no harsh scars like Gray, he was simply too smart, and could manipulate objects with his brain. Red's pale white skin draws attention to his bright red eyes which shine through his black bangs like fire, and his Foster Home uniform showed it. Black uniform jacket, red polo shirt, and the slacks and vans always match the color of the uniform jacket. It's the Foster Home's standard. Red's gentle flaming eyes gazed upon Green, their last but most enthusiastic friend within the Foster Home. Sure, there were other kids, but none like themselves. They wouldn't have it any other way. Green grinned happily, his bright green eyes painting the image of a forest in the summer against his mud-like skin tone. Green was also American--African American. Green has the amazing ability to talk anyone into doing anything. Be it his warming presence or his innocent eyes, many would say you can't rightfully say no to him. Green sports a natural grown Afro and his uniform is a green polo shirt, white uniform jacket, white slacks, and white vans. Red is a genius by all accounts, and Green can smooth any situation with the right words. Red can use Telekinesis and manipulate any object he can feel in distance, so it doesn't have to be in vision of him, and Green, the opposite of Blue and Gray, can manipulate Light itself be it the sun or a flashlight. Green happily tackled the other three, all of them falling down in the playground field and staring up at the clouds, Blue sighing peacefully.