He had gotten careless, he had been reckless and run in blind and he knew it. But Kenji always acted without thinking when his sister and Hitoshi were concerned. And almost invariably he paid the price for it.
It had been a stroke of luck, good or bad the teen had yet to tell, he had saved up to get a plane ticket to England based on a lead to Hitoshi's last known wherabouts. Kenji always knew he'd have to kill the man first in case his little sister took him out on the challenge. Only he had run into Hitoshi a lot sooner than he had been prepared for.
The cops or bobbies or whatever the hell they were called here were going to have a weird call to answer. They had torn up one of the local parks in the area pretty well before they split. Manifested blades and blood and violent attempts to maim had left both the teenager and the adult bolting when they heard the sirens.
Kenji knew he wasn't likely going to run into Hitoshi again soon, each needed time to lick their wounds. But he'd worry about that later, he had more pressing matters now.
He had burned shut the worst wounds, a gash to his side and a chunk taken out of his left shoulder. But it left him lightheaded from the exertion and he just wanted somewhere safe to lie down, eat something and get a drink of water. So the teen fell back on an old habit, breaking and entering.
The neighborhood he found had been relatively quiet, he would have described it as abandoned really. But he had spotted a place that sported signs of life, a garden and doors and windows that weren't broken or held an air of neglect.
Kenji took a deep breath at the back door and evaporated the knob, he could replace it when he left, and took a few sharp breaths to wait for the shooting pain in his arm to subside, warning him to stop doing that shit he was about at his limit. He slowly pushed the door open, peering into the darkness and creeping inside.
