Ensuring that his apartment door was locked, Haru decides to make a double check by twisting the knob without the key. Knowing that it is safe, he hid the house key into his small pocket in his brown jacket. A sigh came from him and left. He went downstairs and hid his both hands at the side on his pants. He went right away to the parking lot where his rented car was found. His left hand sneaked and ruffling the left pocket, getting the car key.
"Oh good morning, Haru."
In a fondness of greeting, Haru saw his neighbor named Akishi, a fifty-five year old male and a retired teacher, who was seen throwing the small trash bag into a trash bins but carefully, placing it inside on the recycle bin. "Morning to you, Akishi," watching how Akishi went back to his apartment, Haru curls a smile in his lips before he waved his right hand. Afterwards, he turned away and continuing to find his car key. Haru groaned in a thought and wondering about the key. As he placed his right hand inside at the right pocket, he felt a small object in his fingers.
He found the key.
He pressed the key inside the hole and as he was going to twist it, a sound of footsteps can be heard nearby and it is fastly approaching. "Excuse me. Are you... Haru Kato?" But when his name was mentioned, Haru turned his head to the right; seeing three strangers approaching. One of them was taller and bulky and he was on the center; because of it, Haru gulped a little. They had their different appearances.
"Huh?" Tried to ignore the thought, he narrowed his brows and making a few steps towards them as he continues, "If I say yes, then who the hell are you guys?" Leaving a question to them, Haru's palms formed slowly into a ball of fists. "Well...?"
"We'll ask you to come with us slowly," a blond haired male with a scar on his face, appears on the side; muttering and Haru notices that his arms are in the back. "Or else, we'll use force to do so."
"I'm in a hurry," Haru warned them in a lower, calm tone. He added, "And I don't want to cause a trouble here in this place."
"We figured that you're going to say that."
Until, a baseball bat was displayed by the other male with a small grayish trails from buzz cut hairstyle and slightly build up muscles in his arms. There was a tight grip on the handle. Grinding his teeth, Haru finds himself in a manner of annoyance...and a threat. The three of them took their slow approach towards the taupe haired officer. Haru backed away, remembering that he had no weapon. As the blond haired guy revealed a pocket knife, Haru clenched his fists tightly, still backing away, not until his back felt something. Haru tried to adjust, however, a strong grip had met in his shoulders. But later, those hands went down to his elbows. Realizing that there is a fourth unknown stranger behind, Haru shouted.
"Bastard... Let me go!"
The third person lifts his arms up and the baseball bat was raised above Haru's position. It was going to make a strike for his head but, a kick felt at the man's stomach by Haru's shoes. By kicking, he barely protected himself from that attempt. And as he was succeeded, the person who was behind him were loosen its hold in his elbows. A perfect opportunity to escape and Haru took his chance. He held the fourth person's wrist and yanking it in front of him. In a hard way, Haru made his second blow with a punch. Afterwards, he made a distance from the attackers and himself. Now the fourth one reveals to have the same look with the person at the center but their shirt tells its difference. Red and violet, but they had almond hair color.
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A Price of Your Head - FKBUL : Fanfiction
FanfictionWhen someone related to the Gonduwara gumi puts a price on his head, Haru Kato finds his own life in danger and needs more than a help from his partner, Daisuke Kambe. (SLOW UPDATES! And the plot is edited!)