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gumi_reloaded2012-04-13 06:40 pm
katananokokoro) wrote in gumi_reloaded2012-04-13 06:40 pm
You're only worth
Date: Sunday, February 5
Time: Late afternoon-early evening
Place: New Meiji lower district
Characters: Kenshin
Kenshin leaned against the shadows of a doorway, sucking in sharp breaths, his arm numb to the cold which slid like knives under his thin shirt. His arm ached. He wasn't far enough. Only a few blocks. He could still here the sirens from the cafe, but he'd lost who had been pursuing him, for now. He lifted up the tablet with a shaking hand, flipping open his messenger bag to root for the thumb drive. He only had so long before they wiped it. A few minutes at most. He grabbed the thumb drive and sunk into a crouch, leaning his back against the door as he tapped around the tablet.
A movement and he jerked his head up. A cat jumped off a garbage can and came over to him. Scrawny and scabbed it pressed against his leg as if begging for food. Kenshin scratched it behind the ear and then looked back at the tablet. All he needed was a suspect list. Locked. Phone tracing program. Locked. Everything locked. All needing a password which he didn't have. Didn't have time to get. There was so much information and he couldn't even get to it.
Damnit! Kenshin slammed his fist against the glossy surface and then threw the tablet against the brick wall. The cat jumped and bolted. Kenshin clenched his teeth and ran a hand through his hair. Of course the cop wasn't an idiot. Only he was. He couldn't even get-- Why had he even thought that.
"I heard a noise. Over there!" A voice said. Shit. Kenshin darted forward, grabbed the tablet and shoved it in his bag, before springing at the low wall that divided the alley and then over it. He was pelting down a side street. The buildings here were too tall to jump from this height. There were no doors he could break into. Most of them opened to kitchens or the back rooms of stores which would mean people.
He had to go somewhere! He couldn't run around New Meiji covered in blood. They would find him. He would kill them all before they took him back. His stomach twisted at the thought. Brown streets red with blood. Blue and white uniforms torn, spattered red. He swallowed.
No. Not now. Not when he could avoid it. (You can't run forever.)
Time: Late afternoon-early evening
Place: New Meiji lower district
Characters: Kenshin
Kenshin leaned against the shadows of a doorway, sucking in sharp breaths, his arm numb to the cold which slid like knives under his thin shirt. His arm ached. He wasn't far enough. Only a few blocks. He could still here the sirens from the cafe, but he'd lost who had been pursuing him, for now. He lifted up the tablet with a shaking hand, flipping open his messenger bag to root for the thumb drive. He only had so long before they wiped it. A few minutes at most. He grabbed the thumb drive and sunk into a crouch, leaning his back against the door as he tapped around the tablet.
A movement and he jerked his head up. A cat jumped off a garbage can and came over to him. Scrawny and scabbed it pressed against his leg as if begging for food. Kenshin scratched it behind the ear and then looked back at the tablet. All he needed was a suspect list. Locked. Phone tracing program. Locked. Everything locked. All needing a password which he didn't have. Didn't have time to get. There was so much information and he couldn't even get to it.
Damnit! Kenshin slammed his fist against the glossy surface and then threw the tablet against the brick wall. The cat jumped and bolted. Kenshin clenched his teeth and ran a hand through his hair. Of course the cop wasn't an idiot. Only he was. He couldn't even get-- Why had he even thought that.
"I heard a noise. Over there!" A voice said. Shit. Kenshin darted forward, grabbed the tablet and shoved it in his bag, before springing at the low wall that divided the alley and then over it. He was pelting down a side street. The buildings here were too tall to jump from this height. There were no doors he could break into. Most of them opened to kitchens or the back rooms of stores which would mean people.
He had to go somewhere! He couldn't run around New Meiji covered in blood. They would find him. He would kill them all before they took him back. His stomach twisted at the thought. Brown streets red with blood. Blue and white uniforms torn, spattered red. He swallowed.
No. Not now. Not when he could avoid it. (You can't run forever.)
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There...a vending machine with coffee. Energy drink. He pulled coins from his pocket which he dropped, once, twice, with shaking fingers before he managed to get them in. Pressed the buttons. The drink fell with a cold clatter. (Convenient these days, isn't it?) He took the heated can, jogging it in his left hand as he got on the escalator and went up and up into the dark hazy night, the cold wind trash along the ground. The stars were fuzzy and hard to see and the moon was low and swollen.
Kenshin waited until he was safely off the escalator and popped the lid, leaning against the building to chug it down, hating the sweetness of it and the artificial sugar flooding through him, twisting through him, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. Just needed to get home. That was all.
Home. He breathed a laugh at the thought. Sour little room he was stealing.
The caffiene hit him gradually, making him jittery. He could feel eyes staring at him. Jabbing into the back of his neck. It was just his imagination. Just the caffeine. Just the day. Still, he started toward the squalid little room at a clipped pace. Every sound made him jump. Every car passing by made him want to reach for Kitetsu. He gritted his teeth. He couldn't go on this way. It was a fifteen minute walk to to the room and he had to get there without killing anyone.
With a curse he dug his own phone out of his pocket and flipped it open, flipped it closed again. Closed. Open. Closed. Open. click. click. clickclickclick
No. He clenched his hand over the phone. He had to stop. People would see. He jammed his hand into his pocket. Heard someone come out of an alley. Heard the steady beat of a footpad. Kenshin imagined killing him and let the thought roll through him, carry the tension in his shoulders, buzz through the air. The footsteps faltered and stopped. Good.
He was tired of blood. Tired of everything. But not tired. Too awake in this savage world. Too many people. Always too many people. They were all around him. Filling the towering buildings like roaches. So many. All watching him. Waiting for him to destroy or be destoryed themselves. He couldn't save them all. Couldn't even save the people he met on the street. Could only slaughter.
You did it...
"Shut up!"
A group of homeless stopped and stared. Kenshin hadn't even noticed them. He just had to get home. Get home. Once he got there, then he could think again.