[b]Kouki Kumini[/b]
Kouki had been chatting adamantly with his neighbor and frequent babysitter, an older woman who he referred to as Miss Akemi, about how he'd lost his glasses last week only for his father to find them between the couch cushions, when the bomb went off. He rather liked Miss Akemi. She was sweet, and didn't seem to have issues with the dream beasts that made people's eyes dark like his father did. Plus, she let him have candy whenever he wanted, as long as he made sure to brush his teeth every night. He preferred his father, because most children had a preference for their parents over anyone else, but she was a good second. 

The blast sent the two of them flying in different directions. The pain consumed all of the young boy's mind. He didn't let out any cries in the moment the explosion went off, nor for a few moments after he hit the ground. Then the adrenaline wore off and the horrible feeling of burning skin and injured bone from being thrown so far away set in. Whimpers escaped his lips, his mind too focus on dulling the pain to think about crying out for help. Tears flooded down his cheeks and Kouki did the most natural thing he could think of and curled in on himself. Holding his injured arms close to his chest. They had taken the worst of the damage, with burns up and down them. His legs had suffered almost as badly. His right wrist throbbed with pain, more than likely broken. Although Kouki registered none of these sources. All he knew was that he was hurting all over and he wanted it to go away. 

The small part of his mind that wasn't focused on dealing with the pain, realized that he was alone. Miss Akemi was no where to be found. That absolutely terrified him.