By Any Other Name

Chapter 1: Loaned Out

Your feet hit the pavement, spurring you forward through the tangle of streets. This was your city, but it was his too, and the only hope you had at this point was to either get yourself so lost he couldn't find you, or get yourself to the nearest Marine Station.

Frankly, you'd almost rather take your chances with the fish-man. Marines were next to useless as far as you were concerned, and the only use they had was that most people wouldn't shoot you in front of one.

You weren't entirely sure if Arlong was most people or not.

Leaping over some boxes in a back alley, you turned in mid-air and darted down a different alley when you landed. Running errands for that stupid shark had at least paid off in the sense that you were capable of running for a lot longer than most people.

When you were strictly forbidden from fighting, it was a life or death skill to have.

You might be trying to dodge Arlong until his temper cooled now, but more often than that you were running from his competitors, the marines, and people who knew you worked for him. They were all idiots, and not because you could slip away from them easily, but because hurting you wasn't going to do anything.

Arlong was more likely to throw your body in the river if you got your ass beat, than he was to see you patched up after. Probably grumbling the entire time about how much money you were costing him yet again.

Fucking loan shark.

Slowing down you take a look around and realize you're in a part of town you don't know well. It looked like it was almost central downtown, which was well outside Arlong's turf. It also meant that whoever was in charge of this area was probably not going to be friendly to you.

Arlong always said that downtown was more trouble than it was worth. He didn't trade loans with people who lived or worked around here, and he didn't offer protection for any of the businesses. You usually avoided the area too, even if a delivery would be a little faster, but only because the city's main Marine Office was here.

Well, looking out for marines was easy enough, especially if you stayed off the main street. Alleys were alleys no matter what city or island, so it didn't really matter to you. Slipping back into the narrower paths you meandered through the back lines of downtown.

You'd took off from Arlong's threats just after lunch, and with the sun lower in the sky it was probably closer to seven or eight. You might be able to find a street vendor and get something greasy and filling for dinner, and then sleep somewhere out of sight. Tomorrow he'll be calm again, or calm enough, and you can deal with him then.

The blow to your face was a surprise.

You put your arm up as you stumble backward, nearly tripping over your feet. The punch had drove your cheek into your teeth, and you could already taste copper as you lean against the far brick wall and look up to see Arlong.

"Got tired of trying to catch you when you're bad." He snarls, holding up his snail box and showing you the tracker app that was running on it. "Technology's a real bitch."

"I completed the job," you reply, struggling to speak clearly as your cheek's already swelling. "I don't get why you're pi-." You stop yourself. "Upset. Boss."

"The job," he says, breathing in and giving you a terrifying grin. "Was for you to deliver the package without being seen."

Your stomach knots. If he's mad, and that's why, then someone or something clocked you. Otherwise he wouldn't waste his energy being pissy.

"... What saw me?" You question carefully.

His brows raise. "Oh? Not going to argue huh? Finally wising the fuck up." He straightens, tapping his snail box again until he brings up a still picture of you. It's grainy, but the sequence of images show you dropping off the box and walking away.