DabiHawks Escaped Convict A/U

13, A Desperate Attempt

When Keigo awoke, he felt stiff. It was that ache you feel in your legs after walking for hours, but in Keigo's case, it was his wings instead. It hurt to move them, so he left them limp as he sat up in the bed, rubbing his eyes. He stayed there for a few seconds, staring at the bright sky through the balcony door. He hadn't closed the curtains, so he had a full view of the area outside. A few seagulls flew past, squawking loudly, and Keigo smiled lazily in amusement.

With a yawn, he reached for his rucksack and dug around for clothes, since the ones he were wearing now were sweaty from the previous night. He pulled out a grey shirt, joggers, and boxers, trying not to think about how dirty the ones he was currently wearing would be. Still, he couldn't help blushing at how he had…relieved himself last night.

Keigo got up from the bed and went into the shower room, stripping and shoving his dirty clothes into a bag, since there wasn't anywhere to wash them in the hotel room. And since he had a big day today, he only took a quick shower - ten minutes max - before stepping out again.

He put on his clothes and slipped on his hoodie, then grabbed his rucksack and stuffed it inside the chest of draws. Before leaving he also made sure to make the bed as neatly as he could and replace the hotel's towel in the cupboard so that the whole room looked completely untouched, just in case one of the staff did come in to check, though it wasn't likely they'd be looking under the covers for odd stains.

Outside, Keigo flapped his wings strongly, forcing himself to deal with the pain that ran through them with each flap. He grit his teeth and continued flying, his determination leading him on. The wind was fierce, and he made a mental note to get a visor for his watering eyes.

Keigo soon came to an even smaller town. It was like, a suburb of a suburb, and his heart began to beat faster.

There it was. The field.

As he flew over the wide stretch of grass, he could already see the shape of a small wooden building in the distance, so he flew on, faster, feeling sick with dread and excitement.

Finally it got bigger, and Keigo slowed down, his feet ready to touch the ground. His landing was a bit clumsy because he was so distracted, but he stood up again quickly, wanting to see just who or what was living in here, if that was a possibility. However, his house was hardly recognizable. And- he really had to find another word for it because ‘house’ was not an accurate description. It was more like a large shed.

Keigo looked over it once more. Nope, it was definitely just a shack, put together with bits and pieces to make what resembled a sort of cabin.

So this was it. This was where he had spent his childhood: beatings, loud voices, and the smell of achohol. Even now, he could still smell it, and as he gently pushed open the door, the odor was stronger, but there was something else: urine. The place reeked of it, and Keigo gagged.

How could anyone live in such conditions?

Simple answer: they didn't.

“Mother?” he called, though something told him she wasn't there.

A sudden knot tightened in his stomach as he began to think the worst - he had never clicked on the news reports on his father, seeing how he was arrested, or what crime got him caught, but…if it was a murder, could it have been his mother? Was she murdered by her very husband?

Was she dead?

If so, Keigo was practically an orphan. With one parent killed and the other in a jail cell, it was like he had no parents.

His breathing quickened, but he told himself to stay calm. He couldn't know for sure if Tomie was actually dead, he had no evidence. Just because a person is missing it doesn't mean they've been murdered. He told himself this again and again, but it didn't work.