At K isn’t Shooting at Us

experimentalgravitation:

Hiro’s hand still clung tightly to Shuichi’s sleeve as he tried to catch his breath, back planted firmly against the wall of a secluded alleyway. Finally, he opened his eyes and let himself look around, freeing up his grip so that he could lean forward and peer around the dumpsters he and his best friend hid between. With a relieved sigh, the guitarist dropped back onto the ground.

“Alright. So the good news is that I’m pretty sure we’ve lost K-san.” Still, he couldn’t resist one last peek around the corner just to be sure. “There is just one minor issue, though.” Hiro turned back to Shuichi with a grin. “I have absolutely no idea where we are,”

Considering how frantically the two had bolted from the studio at the sight of their manager’s new “toy,” it would be a wonder if they even knew what part of the city they were in at the moment. K had always been a little eccentric with his guns, but he seemed a little too interested to figure out how exactly to alter a non-lethal weapon like a stun-gun so that it could create a more damaging current. He could only pray that Sakano had escaped safely.

Not quite as bold as his friend at the moment, Shuichi kept his back pressed flush to the brick behind him. His chest heaved with excessive effort of breathing; they’d run very fast and very far to escape K – and he was exhausted. "Great,” he groaned, sliding down the wall with his hands pressed over his face. “We're lost!" 

They’d never get home. They’d be roaming the streets of Japan, like homeless bums: living in boxes and digging out of dumpsters for food. What luck! They happened to be hiding between a pair right now. Welcome home, Shuichi. 

His head rolled back and he stared up at the sky, swatches of clouds rolling through the mid-afternoon blue. "So what do we do now, Hiro? I don’t want to run into him again, and I definitely don’t want to be lost.”

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