HOMRA One shots (K project)

It's Not My Fault

~ Your POV ~

I angrily kicked a pebble as I walked along the pavement. Tears steadily streamed down my face, but I hid them with my hood. I wasn't really sure why I was crying, I was just feeling low, I guess I finally sat down and thought about my life for the first time in a while; I didn't have anywhere to go after my parents kicked me out a couple months ago. My clothes were torn and dirtied and I was aching to have a hot shower after the majority of cold ones from any clean water source available. I was also so low on food that I had to resort to stealing a couple times, and to top it all off, the most violent gang in the city is hunting me for something that was a complete misunderstanding, but they wouldn't listen to me, I had tried to reason with them and I almost got myself killed.

So here I was, off to find somewhere to curl up for the night after stealing a small loaf of bread from a bakery a few blocks away. I hastily wiped the tears off my face and turned into an alleyway, only to bump into someone; someone that I was desperately trying to avoid.

"Sorry," I said, looking up at the guy sheepishly. He was wearing sunglasses and had his hood pulled over a hat on his head.

"It's okay..." he trailed off, looking at me suspiciously.

'I swear I've seen this guy before.' I thought, so I stared back.

Suddenly something clicked in my head.

'Oh no, he's...' my eyes widened and I began to back away.

"Pardon me." I said quickly, turning around and taking off in a terrified sprint.

"Hey! Wait!" He yelled after me. I turned and looked to see him chasing me, and I guess he realized who I was because he did not look happy. I tried to run faster, but he was gaining on me.

'Shit shit shit!' I cursed in my head, turning into a nearby alley to get away, I looked behind me again to see nothing but my own dust. I sighed in relief, and turned back to keep running, but there was somebody else ahead of me, waiting there. I gasped and slid to a stop.

"Hello." He waved at me mockingly. My heart was pounding anxiously in my chest, I turned to run back through the alley, but the other one had the entrance blocked off and I sure as hell couldn't fight my way through, but I had nothing to loose anymore. I glared intensely at both of them, I was scared, but I wouldn't go down without some kind of struggle. I was horrible at hand-to-hand combat, but I was a legend with daggers, I always carried them with me and I had ever since I was a kid. I pulled one out of my worn boot and held it close to me; the two glanced at me and began to close in. One started running and went to punch me, but I grabbed his arm and sliced his side. Not deep enough to really injure him, but enough. He got up and stumbled over to the other one.

"Shit, Shohei, use it." He mumbled. I clenched the dagger tighter, use what?

"Shohei" sighed and pulled a fully loaded pistol from his belt.

"Put the knife down, kid." He said, flicking the safety off.

Staring down the barrel of a gun was probably the last thing I ever expected to happen to me, and most likely the scariest, so I hesitantly placed the dagger down on the concrete and kicked it away. Shohei kept the gun on me and the other one grabbed my upper arm tightly. I glanced at him and without hesitation he punched me square in the face. I felt blood flow out of my nose and over my lips.

"That's for the cut." He growled.

They began dragging me out of the alley; I fought the whole time, but stopped as soon as he held the gun to my temple.