Grey (discontinued)

~ PART THREE ~

~ CHAPTER THREE ~

After leaving the alleyway, I headed out again. I really could have used the money but that man was more important than me. I could go without it.

I walked down the street and to a building with a fire escape, which I climbed and sat on the roof for a bit. I listened as the quiet wind swept through the dimly lit streets and the air slightly ruffled the leaves and branches of nearby trees. As the swift and secretive feet of a hero approached and sat in the shadows, waiting, watching.

I could tell it was the Erasure hero, but he wasn't bothering me at the moment so I decided to let him think he was there without my knowledge.

My senses were turned up to eleven because of my self training. My constant pushing to get better, to work harder. I had cleaned up the beach, which had turned into a junk yard in the span of eight months to train my muscles, and I worked until I could hear the slightest movements. Until I could detect the presence of a fly from across the room.

We stayed like that for a while. Around twenty minutes to be exact. It would have been longer if it hadn't been for the sounding of a scuffle about three blocks away that my keen ears picked up.

I perked up immediately and jumped to my feet in less than a second. I knew Weaser hadn't had the same training I'd given myself so I didn't expect him to hear it like I did. I would have snickered to myself if I hadn't been running across buildings in the direction of the fight.

I could feel the piercing gaze of the pro while I'd taken off running and I heard his feet pad along the rooftops just a few behind me. It was a good method of watching someone, but he didn't know I could hear him. His silent breaths, his scarf brushing against his midnight black clothing.

If he wanted to sneak up on me he'd have to try harder.

As I reached the scuffle, as I expected, it was just two drunk men picking a fight. They both had an open bottle in hand and they each wreaked of the horrid smell. I jumped from the roof and landed right in front of them, causing one to fall over and the other to jump backwards.

They looked at me with confusion and indirect anger. I sighed before making a comment. "Oh how I am so very afraid of these two men, one about 5'5 and the other 6'4, who are clearly under the influence of alcohol. Whatever shall I do?" I put as much sarcasm as I could muster into my voice without choking on the putrid odor radiating off of them. "ThAts rIGht LIttLe bOy, gO RuN to yOUr MommY" One said, while the other just stared at me in drunken confusion.

"Oh how I feel so targeted" I said, over dramatizing the words by laying the back of my hand across my forehead and leaning backwards a bit, my eyes turned slightly away from the man.

"For I have no 'mommy' to run to."

With that, I had a moment of confusion and stunned silence from the man and swiftly knocked him out with a chop to the temple.

He dropped like a fly and I just looked at the other man, still staring around in confusion. I almost felt bad for him. Almost.

"Follow me buddy", I said to the shorter male.

He just looked up and started walking behind me. I picked up the other man and walked to the police station before telling the conscious man to go inside, which he did, and dumping the other man in front.

See, although it had been a bit farther of a walk, I decided to bring them to Tsukauchi's station. I'd never talked directly to the man in any way other than a side comment before booking it from the scene they tried to catch me at, but maybe I'd actually figure a way to start a conversation soon.