DabiHawks Escaped Convict A/U

7, Family Plans

Keigo grew up in a rural area in the suburbs of Fukuoka. It was near the coast on one of Japan's smaller islands, Kyushu. However, he never once visited the beach and see the glorious ocean. He barely left his home. Back then, his house was separated from the rest of the town. If fact it wasn't even a proper house.

Now he was in Yokohama, Honshu. A totally different island. He would have to fly halfway over the country to get to his childhood home. If he even had a real childhood. When he was a young boy, Keigo had told himself that what he went through must have been normal, but as he grew, he found that most other children had spent their days watching Dora the Explorer, eating ice cream, and scribbling chalk on the pavement with their friends in the summer.

The only friend Keigo had was Touya.

How they met was pretty simple, really. At a busy station in Tokyo when Keigo had had enough of flying - I mean, he had flew from Kyushu all the way to southeast Honshu, and was exhausted - he had decided to use up the last of his stolen money to take the train instead. The only available seat was next to a shady looking guy with scars all over his face and a hood over his pure white hair, but he had placed his fraying backpack on the seat. Keigo had stood there long enough to make it awkward, so eventually he cleared his throat to make himself known. The guy looked up at him, and Keigo was suddenly stuck for words as he took in the guy's eyes. He had never seen anything so blue.

Bluer than the ocean itself.

“Um…can I sit there?” he blurted out.

The boy mumbled a response and moved his backpack on the floor between his legs instead, while Takami sat down gratefully with a heavy sigh, resting his head back onto the head rest of the seat. It hadn't even been ten minutes before he was fast asleep with the day's events, and snoring. They were little snores, so other people on the train couldn't hear him, but Touya certainly could, and he found it obnoxious.

To add to that, Keigo's head was tilting to one side, and Touya knew he was going to be sleeping in his shoulder any second now, so he nudged his side, harsher than intended. Keigo practically jumped back to life, making Touya flinch. He gave Keigo a look, and the boy raised his eyebrows.

“Oh…was I sleeping?”

Touya nodded with a frown on his face, and Keigo groaned, running a hand down his face.

“Damnit, sorry. I've been flying almost all day-”

Touya switched off a little, not prepared to hear a backstory he didn't ask for.

“…came from Fukuoka and I'm really tired, so-”

Wait, what?

“What do you mean?” Touya interrupted. “Fukuoka's in Kyushu. Hundreds of miles away.”

Keigo furrowed his eyebrows and stared at the other boy for a second, then nodded. “Yeah, I know.”

The fact he was so casual about it caused Touya to malfunction, just a little bit. “The fuck? So you actually just- you flew from- what? How? That must've taken you ages. Why did you come here?”

So they got talking, and that was how their story started - by the end of the train ride, they had become firm friends.

-

Touya was lucky. Apparently the Todoroki household was in Musutafu, Shizuoka. It was only something over an hour or so if he took the train, whereas if Keigo took the train he'd be riding for six hours - longer if it was a busy day. If he wanted to go back home, he was going to have to fly. It would be a pain, and his wings would probably be stiff by the time he got there, but surely it was worth it?

I've done it once, he told himself. I can do it again.

But even now he could remember the pain that followed the flight as a teenager. His wings ached for days after. Last time it had taken over eight long, hard hours to get to the big city of Tokyo. As well as that, any sort of hotel was crazy expensive, and he didn't have money left over to pay for one. Once he had admitted this to Touya, the scarred teen generously offered Keigo to sleep in a room with him.

“The thing is…it was pre-booked for just one person,” he had told Keigo. “But if you don't mind sleeping in the same bed, then it's no problem.”

Who cared about the one bed? As long as Keigo had a place where he could lay his head, he was happy.

Now, however. Keigo had it all planned out. As a grown man with more stamina and muscle, he reckoned he make the trip in approximately four and a half hours if he didn't take any breaks. He'd be flying hella fast, but the fastest hawk can fly at speeds of 120mph.

On the day, he'd eat lunch at around one, wait an hour for his food to settle and then set off at two o'clock, making it to Kyushu for around 6:30pm, where he'd go buy a bucket of KFC or something for dinner and settle in a hotel room for the night. By the next day he'd have more energy to search for his childhood home, when he wasn't so tired. Stiff wings weren't going to stop him, but there was no way he could possibly fly to Fukuoka and look for his family on the same day.

So there. That was his plan. He had gone over it and Keigo was sure it would work, although when he would do it was a different matter.