Just for the Anarchy | OumaSai AU

Late Night/Early Morning Smoke Run

This is actually a rough (very rough) sketch of mine, of what a punk Kokichi would look like, enjoy

Shuichi's POV

Some hours had passed since my uncle had dropped this case onto my hands, apparently, the local force have given the perp a nickname of sorts. The phantom thief...kind of sounds like a trope from a video game if you ask me. Turns out the reason the file was so thin was because they barely had any information of this guy. Guy? Probably was. The detectives and officers previously working on this case were unable to deduce anything about the perp besides his childish nature and his height. Some had managed to catch glimpses of him, but he would almost immediately disappear into thin air, yet everyone agreed that he had to be around 5' tall.

I had unpacked most of my bags and assorted items at this point, but that coffee had actually kept me up for a lot longer than I expected, seeing as it was now 3 in the morning. Shit, that sucks. I could feel my cravings clawing at my throat and they were only made worse once I realized that I had smoked my last cig on the road home. Double shit.

I was lying flat on my bed trying to fight off the urges to run down the street to the corner store, but with this insomnia pushing my depression and anxiety toward the front of my brain instead of the back I couldn't hold off anymore. I stood, slipped on my worn down vans, my tattered ballcap, and my uncle's old Ramones hoodie that was just about the only thing that wasn't musky as hell, (because I never do laundry). There was no point in driving so I just slipped out the front door and shoved my hands in the hoodie pocket to escape the cool, brisk air.

The walk was refreshing, although it was forcing me to be even more awake than I already was. Thankfully the corner store was maybe a few blocks away at most, so the walk took no time at all. Another thing to be thankful for, 24-hour corner stores, truly the safe havens for insomniacs with addictions like me.

I approached the brightly lit store surrounded by rundown businesses, cheap apartments, and townhouses like Taka's. I walked up to the counter without sparing a glance to the one other lunatic in the aisles, tugging my hat down so I didn't have to look the cashier directly in the eye.

"H-hey, uh, can I get a pack of Newports?"

"That'll be $5.99." I reached in my back pocket for my wallet. Triple shit. No fucking way did I forget it. But as I began rapidly patting myself down I accept defeat.

"I forgot my -"

"I'll cover it." A chirpy voice spoke right behind me, causing me to jump a bit too much. "Nishishishi...Did I seriously scare you? Oh man, you're a pussy."

A tiny little gremlin just called me a pussy. A tiny gremlin with asymmetrical purple hair, a purple checkered bandana, spider bites, and a spiked patch jacket.

"Uh, no, I was just startled because I didn't know you were there, but thank you."

The punk boy pouted. "Are you saying that I was too short for you to notice? You're so meannn. Just because of that I won't get you your cancer sticks!"

"No, no, no! I didn't mean to offend, I just meant that I didn't hear you come up behind me, so I was surprised." I pulled on my hat more, feeling embarrassed by my reaction and how I just insulted a stranger on accident.

The purple midget snickered. "Alright calm down, I just messing around. I know you didn't hear me. I'll still buy you smokes, but I'm gonna pick the brand, okie?" He smiled cheekily at me before approaching the counter himself, I was almost surprised that was taller than it.

"Malburo Reds please, we're not gonna be smoking that bitch-ass shit." He teased while glancing in my direction, and in turn, I hide my face even more.