One last chance

Who is Yokozawa-kun?

Kirishima couldn't help but think about what Rotoko told him about Yokozawa, the one who drives that black motorcycle he saw outside Hasu. A black mat mototorcycle that looked like it bought recently, which doesn't make sense since the mysterious man has it for more than 6 years. Apparently he has changed the vehicle parts, repainted it with black paint and maybe changed the battery.

Having this vehicle for probably more than 6 years, it means that the motorcycle will eventually fall apart one day, so it is logical that he changed everything. The editor sighed and continued tidying his clothes in his bedroom's closet, putting the formal cloths deeper and the casual ones in front. Once he was done with them, he put in the closet's drawers his socks, underwears and t-shirts, leaving the one empty for the blankets.

His clothes were done, which means he now had to unpack  his other suitcase and so, he took his laptop, briefcase, papers, pens, markers and finally a picture of his deceased wife. When he put them on the desk next to the door, he sat down on the edge of his bed and looked at the photo of Sakura.

He was happy that he met someone like her: a beautiful woman with brown hair and her fringe covering her forehead, big brown eyes and of course the fiery look on them which shows the stubbornness and how dynamic person she was. Kirishima averted his eyes and saw his ring less finger. Some months passed since he took the silver band from his hand, showing to himself and to others that he already moved on, despite the fact he didn't find a partner for him that would protect and love him and Hiyori too.

He sighed and exited his bedroom, going to the kitchen that was connected with the living room, opening an empty cupboard and putting the frame there with one candle in each side and a white vase next to the made altar. Seeing that, he needed to go to the flower shop to buy some Camellias. He gave a small smile and put his hands on his pockets, feeling his phone, wallet and... Cigarettes?

He began searching for the pack, without finding it neither on his pockets or his bedroom. He was trying to remember, only to realize that he has them in Tokyo, on the stand next to his bed. He has to buy some and so he went to the room across his, Hiyori's bedroom, knocking the door and opening it when he heard his little daughter calling him to come inside.

He was watching with awe his girl putting on the walls cat stickers, posters with ponies and cats and one with her favorite girl band. When she was done, she began tidying her school stuff on her desk, looking then at her quiet father who had his usual grin. He gave a sheepishly smile and closed her eyes.

"Papa is alright?"

"I'm fine, I just came here to tell you that I'm going to buy some flowers for your mother's vase. Do you want something?"

"Can you buy me some notebooks? I have 3 of them, but I think they are not enough"

"Roger Hiyo", he said with a ruffle on Hiyori's hair, who laughed when he saw the embarrassed look and the protests of being a doting father from his daughter. He exited the room, went to the genkan to take his keys, put his shoes and stepped out of the cottage, with first stop at the tobacco shop, then and the bookstore and finally the flower shop.

15 mimutes passed and arrived at the tobacco shop, bought a pack and when he exited the shop, he didn't forsee a kid probably 16 years old took his wallet and began to run. Seeing that, Kirishima run too shouting to the kid to stop who was running faster than the editor. After 2 minutes, he grabbed the kid's arm, who then tried to free himself

"Let go of me old man!"

"There is no need to be grumpy. I just want my wallet and then I am going to leave you"

"Fuck you-Owww. What the hell?", he hissed in pain when Kirishima pinned his arm on his back

"I told you to be a good boy and give me my wallet", he said but then he stopped when both heard a motorcycle coming on their side, the black motorcycle Kirishima saw today outside Hasu. Once the driver stopped, he put the pedal to prevent the fall of the vehicle and then got off from it.

"I-It's ththe rrrampaging bbbear!!", he screamed and began to run, giving back the wallet to the editor who loosened his grip on the kid's arm. He took the wallet and then turned to see the running boy. He sighed, chuckling at the end when the boy tripped and then crossed his arms on his chest.

"Oi", Kirishima heard and turned to see the driver coming towards him, stopping some steps away, his hand on his right hip. The editor looked up and down at the man in front of him:he was wearing black and white sneakers, dark blue jeans, black shirt that shows his collarbone and neck, black leathered driving gloves, black leathered jacket and black helmet with a slightly thick glass. He was well built like Kirishima and few inches shorter. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. That brat took my wallet, but he gave it back to me. I'm lucky that you came on time"

"I did my job. Also, the kid wouldn't hurt you. I know him very well"

"Oohh, trust me, he couldn't with me pinning his arm on his back", he said and sighed one more time. When he looked at the man again, he saw him raising the glass in order to study Kirishima more. That movement made the editor hold his breath for a few seconds when he saw his eyes. He was stunned with the fact that they were so attractive, but then composed himself, giving a grin to the driver. "Well, what's your name?"

"Huh?!"

"I asked you what's your name. I want to know the name of my savior", he said and winked at him, gaining a roll of eyes and a slight growl.

"Yokozawa Takafumi"

"Well, it's nice to meet you Yokozawa. I'm Kirishima Zen. Thank you for saving me", he said and bowed to the man

"I did my job after all"

"Of course. That's why the call you the rampaging bear", he said and then his grin became wider when he saw Yokozawa's black eyebrows furrowed more

"I don't like that name"

"But it's cute. It suits you well"

"You are weird"

"Ha, you think? People say to me that I'm good. They sometimes call me 'calm river' in work"

"... Whatever you say", he said and lowered the glass of his helmet, something that made the editor disappoint. Yokozawa took a piece of paper from his back pocket and gave it to Kirishima, who took it and looked at it. It was a business card. "Here is police's number and mines too. If you are in trouble, don't hesitate to call."

"Well thank you very much. Here is my card", he said and took a card from his pocket, giving it to Yokozawa who took it and then looked at the editor with a tilt on his head. Kirishima gave a big grin at the display in front of him, something that made him surprised. He met for the first time the man and here he was, talking with him like they were the best buddies. 'Why am I talking with him like that?' he thought to himself and continued to stare at the man...