It's been a while since i had been out to the city. I moved away to the country at the beginning of last year, i just needed a break. A break from the busy, a break from the noise and a break from, him. it's been 15 months now since he left. so many people told me it gets easier with time, it hurts less and you start to heal but, i'm not sure they were right. it just gets easier to forget, easier to push it back and focus on something, anything else.
i put down my keys and took a deep breath, its my first time in my new apartment, it was official, im home again. the apartment isn't much to look at, to be honest it was awful. a creaky floor with dark, stained walls, i'm sure they where white at one point but that time had long passed. the lights flickered from time to time and the kitchen was, well let's just say gordon Ramsey sure wouldn't be impressed. but for now it was home.
Putting away my dishes from dinner i take a look at the tv, the news anchor was talking about another villain attack, that wasn't a surprise. it was something about U.A, there were no casualty's but a few staff members were injured. nothing new. checking the clock on the wall i sigh, it's only 9p.m. considering my options i decide to head to a bar, maybe i'll make a few friends. they're definitely needed.
squeezing out the last of the food from the packet i put the small silver bowl on the floor before putting on my shoes. Ritoruhīrō hasn't eaten at all day but hopefully he will soon, i'm sure it's just because of the move. he tends to be a bit grumpy whenever there's a change going on, typical cat. i tell my goodbye into the apartment as i close the door. the air is cold on my skin, the winds still carrying some of the winter chill from the past few months. the streets are rather quiet in this part of town, a soft orange light comes from the streetlights, giving an almost cozy feel to the area.
after only a few minutes i reached a small bar, a glowing purple sign lit the doorframe, "jo's bar", not exactly a creative name but it's not like i'm looking for anything spectacular. stepping inside i can already smell the alcohol in the air, music plays in the background but not too loudly. i don't recognise the song but it's not half bad. taking a seat at the bar i order my favourite and take a look around, there doesn't seem to be many people around. it was your typical bar, dimly lit with booths scattered around the edge of the room, a poole table stood in the corner with a dart board nearby. it was nothing much but it had its charm. small groups of people stood scattered around the place, some dancing to the music and others gathered in small circles, drinking and laughing amongst themselves. it was strange being surrounded by so many people. it couldn't have been more than 20 but still, it was more than i'd been around in a long time. there was only one other person here alone, it was quite hard to make him out as he was sat on the other side of the bar. ordering another drink i look at the screen above the bar, the news channel is on, but i can't quite make out what the anchor is saying.
a couple drinks later and i still can't seem to bring myself to introduce myself to anyone. i came here to meet new people and so far the only person i've spoke too is the bartender, and he's being paid to talk to me. well, even talking might be an exaggeration, more like i order a drink, he nods and tells me a price, not much of a thrilling conversation if you ask me. i've always had trouble talking to people, i don't know why i just, don't know what to say.
i decide it's probably time to head back, feeling defeated from my lack of progress in friend making i begin to get up from my seat. suddenly a masked man bursts through the door, he's quickly followed by two other people in masks, all yelling for everyone to stay where they are. falling back i land thankfully onto the barstool next to me. screams fill the small bar as suddenly the ground begins to violently shake, rocks come bursting out of the ground and begin to fly toward the bar. i duck down into the shadows attempting to take shelter, in complete shock. the sound of smashing glass fills my ears as the rocks and rubble smash the liquor lined up behind the bar.
"keep quiet and hand us the cash or else" said the first masked man, it was hard to make out his expression from behind what seemed to be a almost scarecrow like mask, but you could tell he was grinning. you could hear it in his tone. the bar tender stood completely still, like he was frozen.
"well?!" yelled the masked man, more rocks rose from the ground, and hovered around the man. a small bang came from across the room, like someone slamming a drink down onto the bar.
"tsk, and here i thought i'd get a night off" came a monotone voice, hints of aggravation lingered on the ends of his words. i quickly whip my head round to see where the voice came from, as do the masked villains. by this point the strange man had stood from his seat, his black hair wild and unkempt engulfed his head, almost like a wild animal.
"what're you gonna do 'bout it. huh?" sneered the masked man, suddenly rocks began flying toward the other man. just before they hit they suddenly dropped to the floor, like they had suddenly remembered the existence of gravity.
the masked man took a step back, clearly confused as to why his assault has suddenly stopped. before he could get a word out white scarves were coming flying towards him, wrapping around his body and lifting him into the air. the other two masked villains seemed to panic, one retreating immediately while the other threw something towards the scarved man. it was a dagger, hitting him in the side of the torso. the few remaining occupants of the bar ran out, fleeing before they also found themselves under assault. letting out a grunt as the dagger hit, the scarves man grabbed his side, tossing the first masked man backwards into the wall, knocking the second over with him with such a forced that the entire bar seemed to shake. they laid there slumped, the both of them knocked out. the scarved man fell backwards, landing with a thud onto the floor. rushing over to where he was i tell him that it'll be okay and that i'll call the ambulance now.
surprisingly he manages to muster an answer,
"no" he replies.
"what? but you're injured, badly too. you need to get it checked out." i reply, concern and confusion fill my head.
"i said no,i'll be fine i just need to-" but before he could finish his head slumped forwards. i sigh, he really doesn't need to be this difficult.
