Hesitant Lies (Karma x Nagisa)

PHASE 4: Not Part of the Plan

"Dammit, Kayano." I cursed my partner under my breath and I dashed through the deserted neighborhood, slipping behind buildings and through alleyways in an attempt to lose my pursuers.

Kayano just had to go out and talk smack about some guys' gang leader and now, for some unknown reason, they were after me and Kayano had long ago run off to escape them.

I slide under a restaurant's sign and quickly whirled around, shoving my back up against the side of the building, quickly quieting my breaths that were coming out in short pants.

I heard the heavy booted footsteps of my followers slow to light and spread out taps, as if the three men had split up to look for me.

"Come out, kid." One of them spoke, their voice low but it sounded pinched at the ends like the man was grinning.

I heard a light ting and immediately new that one of them had a knife. I already new one was carrying a pistol, seeing as they shot at me earlier, but I still don't know the weapon of the third man.

And I only knew there were three of them because of the sets of footsteps that I heard following closely behind me

"Scared or somethin' are ya?" I heard a dark chuckle that would've sent shivers down any normal human's spine, but I dealt with these kinds of things on more or less a weekly basis.

I ignored them, holding back the want to roll my eyes at them. They didn't know who they were dealing with.

Then I heard something ram into a pipe that was running along the front of the building I was hiding behind, and I realized why I hadn't identified the third person's weapon yet. It was his fist.

"You're annoying me, kid. Just come out here already." A frustrated voice grumbled. 

Yeah, right. I thought. Like that's gonna happen.

All of a sudden I stiffened in my spot before running forwards and jumping onto the top of a park bench, quickly balancing myself as I watched a forth person run to where I was, his gun stuck out in front of him.

The man-seeming no older than 18 years old-blinked twice before realizing that I had known he was there and had jumped out of the way. His eyes widened to the size of golf balls as he turned to face me.

It must have looked weird to him.

What with seeing a 5'2 high school aged boy balanced perfectly on top of a park bench so that he looked taller. 

The 5'2 boy was me, by the way. Yes, I'm that short.

Shut up.

I met the man's eyes and gave an innocent smile.

He blinked again, stumbling backwards a bit, and that's when I attacked.

I leapt from the bench, doing a front flip before I landed on the the ground with my bent and both palms flat on the ground, immediately getting into a fighting stance.

Karma

I kicked at the dark brown mulch below my feet, still damp from the slight rain that came through last night.

I sighed to myself, shoving my hands in my pockets and tilting my head up towards the sky, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath as a cool breeze passed through.

Why was I even out here, at a public park, in the middle of the night?

I'm not really sure about that answer, sometimes I just walk around for a bit at night. It's...calming.

That, and that something has been drawing me to this park recently, but I can't figure out what or why. It's like there's some lost memory that took place at this park, but I don't even remember coming here until I started taking night walks.

All of a sudden I heard three gun shots go off, sounding like explosions in the quiet of night.

I whirled around in my spot, just in time to see a short boy with blue hair running extremely fast a little ways away from where I stood, somehow managed to dodge the bullets that were being shot from behind him.

My eyebrows rose as I continued to watch.

Something about the boy seemed familiar, but I couldn't really tell.

He was wearing all black, but his sky blue hair was pulled up into a ponytail at the back of his head and it swished back and forth majestically as he dodged left and right as well as crouching to the ground and doing a somersault, another bullet missing just past the top of his head, before getting right back up into a fast run.

"You'll pay for that, ya little bitch!" One of the men chasing him-the only one with a knife-yelled.

"Whatever!" The blue haired boy called back, twirling around. And in that split second that he was facing the three men, he shot three bullets just as the one man with a gun fired as well.

The boy's bullets hit each man in their left leg, causing them all to crumble to the ground in pain.

But the one man's bullet ended up hitting the boy as well, and my eyes widened as he stumbled backwards from the impact of the bullet that grazed his cheek and somehow manged to hit the rubber band in his hair as well.

The bluenette's just past shoulder length hair spilled out in the air around him as he surged back, falling onto the ground and whamming his head into the pavement.

It was also in that moment, before the boy fell, when he turned his head ever so slightly so that I could see.

Nagisa Shiota.

I smirked as I began walking towards my classmate, bring one hand out of my pocket and twirling a chain around my index finger as I stepped forward.

Oh, this'll be fun.

A/N~ I just really wanted some bad-ass Nagisa moments, okay? xD Sorry if this chapter kinda sucked, the next one will be better...I hope?

Thanks for reading! :P

~Zee