High & Low Fires of the Past

Itokan Diner

(Music:  Got7, Firework)

     Sorry for not updating for a while, I'm still not back to my normal self, but I'll still give writing a shot again.  :D

     Thank you for your patience!!!

Snow.

     My eyes darted over the new guys, cautiously.  Not letting my eyes leave them for even a split second, not daring to trust them, yet.

     The shadows covered most of their faces, and I longed for the sunlight once again, that lingered outside the alley.  I hated not knowing.

     One of them started to come closer, and I hugged the boy in my arms tighter trying to calm the trembles in my arms, not wanting the people to notice that I was . . . afraid...

"You okay?"

     I quickly nodded my head, wishing for nothing more than these people to just leave.

     The man stretched his hand towards me, and I squinted trying to see some of his features.  He had broad shoulders but I couldn't make out anything else, his voice sounded familiar . . . and I thought that he might of been on of my Dad's clients, but I couldn't be sure unless I saw his face...

"It's okay, you're safe now."

     His voice was soft and gentle, easing my rapid heartbeat, and bringing up a sense of safety.  For some reason I began to trust him.

     I grabbed his hand, and his grip was firm, yet gentle as he pulled me up off the ground, and I let him led me away from the boy.

     My head shot around to look at the boy, the three guys standing around him, mumbling a goodbye before the man holding my hand pulled me out of the alley and down the street.

     I hoped he was going to be okay...  Then I stared up at the man holding my hand, trying to place where I'd seen him before.

     He was taller than anyone I'd ever knew, his shoulders were as broad as two tables stuck together, and his midnight black hair was jelled back neatly, his eyebrows furrowed as he thought, he had deep brown eyes, he was wearing casual clothes . . . but they reminded me of . . . someone I knew, it seemed to strike up a memory and his name was on the tip of my tongue I just . . . couldn't place it...

     He led me to a familiar street, and into a diner.  I took a quick glance at the sign 'Itokan Diner'.  My eyes widened this was the diner the homeless had talked about . . . that . . . one...

     The man seemed to notice but shrugged it off and had me sit on one of the many bar stools, before leaving out the door.

     I felt extremely uncomfortable and shifted nervously on the stool, staring at everything with large eyes trying to take it all in and trying to find a reason for this man to lead me here.

     Doubt crept into the corners of my mind, and gradually grew bigger and bigger until I could no longer ignore it.

     I shouldn't of took his hand, I should of remembered my parents teachings...  I should run out that door . . . but then I would never know why I was brought here . . . but at the same time did I really want to find out?  What if it was something bad . . . Why did they led me away from the little boy?  What were they going to do to him?  Would they just talk . . . or not?

     My eyes froze as they landed on a slogan painted across the wall, and I mumbled it out loud.

Hoodlum Squad

     I hesitantly slipped off the stool, sliding onto the floor.  I crept towards the exit, my eyes darting everywhere and over everything, I was going to leave.  I could hide nearby and watch the men coming back and nosy in on their conversation, but I wasn't going to stay...

     Hoodlum Squad was a part of SWORD if my memory was not betraying me...  Daddy had said one night at the dinner table that if I ever saw someone from SWORD I was to run away . . . far away, and not look back.  Mummy and Daddy would find me, when the time was right, but until then I was to hide.

     I sighed and slid out the door, dashing across the street, and lingering in the shadows watching . . . and waiting for the men to return.