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[It was strange how...well, strange going into convenience stores was now. He had the time, the money...and the state of mind to be able to do it other than picking up cup ramen and calling it a day. Matsukaze Tenma never let him live it down. Everytime he'd walked into one, he'd get a text from him along the lines of--
Don't get too overwhelmed by the ice cream flavours, Tsurugi!
He always sent an 'ok' back, before continuing with his purchase, whether it was ice cream or not. This time, however, he'd settled for some meat buns, for both him and Yuuichi, grabbing a few of each so that they could try out every flavour without having to split one.
They were in a position where they could do that now.
Upon paying, he thanks the cashier and starts to make his way out and onto the sidewalk towards his home, the familiar streets almost habitually walked than cognitively. He makes a turn up at that street lamp, and then down a couple blocks, and then he'd be home.
That is, if something hadn't caught his eye. Tsurugi Kyousuke liked to think he was perceptive, and honestly, no one at Raimon would disagree. Those sharp, amber eyes could pick up any trace of movement, and just out of the corner of his eye, he saw something...almost like a shadow.
His eyes narrow, both in suspicion and an attempt to make out the figure who seemed to be lurking between buildings.]
Who's there?
[Tsurugi was never afraid to take the initiative, at least, his hand gripping that bag of meat buns tighter, ready to handle this situation no matter what direction it turns.]
[It was one of those rare days off from UA where the students got to walk freely with minimal interference from the teachers. Tokoyami, was one of those students who took the opportunity to sample that sweet ambrosia of freedom.
And how else would he partake in the victorious juices of teenaged freedom than accepting the call of long-abandoned shadows? Out in the more packed streets there were plenty of alleys and buildings that provided cover for the jet-black hero to hide and leap evade the sunlight. He told himself in his most serious-mind that this exercise in parkour was really about practicing heroics. Heroes do this all the time, sneaking in an urban environment. And with his quirk Dark Shadow he needed all the shadow he could get.
He and Dark Shadow got pretty adept at moving quickly between the dark spots of apartment buildings. But what he was missing was a target. His red eyes capture someone who, while dressed in the best taste, stood out to anyone. With no real villain in sight he would have to settle on this one.
This fellow must be perceptive for them to spot a guy dedicated to looking onyx as possible. Tokoyami could end the charade now but...no. He whispers to Dark Shadow to scout ahead, worming along the ground. Just a thing of shadow making it's way.]
[The lack of an answer only puts Tsurugi more on edge, eye trained on that alley as he makes his way to the corner. Fifth Sector had often placed spies to make sure he was doing his job as a Seed, and he can't help but wonder if there were independent agents still roaming about freely. Kuroki comes to mind, wondering if a warrant for his arrest was ever really issued.
All of these thoughts seem to cloud his mind, but his eyes never leave that alley. And as a precaution, the moment he gets to that turn in the sidewalk, he makes a right--away from his house.
If there was someone tailing him, he could at least insure the safety of his family by leading the person away. But no one follows, nothing but the setting sun casting his shadow that licked at his heels across the crosswalk. Nothing that gave an indication that someone was on his tail. In hindsight, he felt a little silly, being so paranoid, but Fifth Sector and God Eden never truly left you once you experienced it--a special kind of hell on Earth that morphed your way of thinking.
Once he reaches the opposing sidewalk, he sighs, eyes shutting as he exhales out his anxiety.]
[Dark Shadow does its job as spy and the intimidation as he pulls back to give Tokoyami information.
He truly has no real idea on the other guy's intended destination or his true intention. But as Tokoyami attempts to watch him he notices how careful Tsurugi is. Maybe his suspicions about the other weren't unfounded.
Whatever the case, his game grows interesting. Night would be here soon, meaning more cover for him and Dark Shadow.
Shadow makes the forward stretch across the alley again, leading Tokoyami in his pursuit of the kid. Tsurugi's crossing of the sidewalk is the opening he needs, prompting him to race from his hiding spot to lay his back flat against the alleyway, Dark Shadow retreating to the darkness.
That is before Dark Shadow makes a small 'heh' noise.]
[Tsurugi's senses heighten as he walks, taking a rather roundabout way to his house instead of the usual, just in case he'd been too quick to cast aside the suspicion. He'd made the mistake before, with Tenma following him to the hospital that one time, and this could be something far more dangerous than a boy who didn't want to make soccer cry.
Another corner turned, another crosswalk to wait at, and he pulls out his phone to send his mother a text, saying he'd be a bit late coming home.
No sense in worrying her with the details, though. The last thing she needs is a heart attack about her other son potentially being in danger. Even if...that eerie feeling that he's being followed never officially left.
The soft 'heh' catches his ear, though, and his head snaps around in the direction of it.]
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Don't get too overwhelmed by the ice cream flavours, Tsurugi!
He always sent an 'ok' back, before continuing with his purchase, whether it was ice cream or not. This time, however, he'd settled for some meat buns, for both him and Yuuichi, grabbing a few of each so that they could try out every flavour without having to split one.
They were in a position where they could do that now.
Upon paying, he thanks the cashier and starts to make his way out and onto the sidewalk towards his home, the familiar streets almost habitually walked than cognitively. He makes a turn up at that street lamp, and then down a couple blocks, and then he'd be home.
That is, if something hadn't caught his eye. Tsurugi Kyousuke liked to think he was perceptive, and honestly, no one at Raimon would disagree. Those sharp, amber eyes could pick up any trace of movement, and just out of the corner of his eye, he saw something...almost like a shadow.
His eyes narrow, both in suspicion and an attempt to make out the figure who seemed to be lurking between buildings.]
Who's there?
[Tsurugi was never afraid to take the initiative, at least, his hand gripping that bag of meat buns tighter, ready to handle this situation no matter what direction it turns.]
no subject
And how else would he partake in the victorious juices of teenaged freedom than accepting the call of long-abandoned shadows? Out in the more packed streets there were plenty of alleys and buildings that provided cover for the jet-black hero to hide and leap evade the sunlight. He told himself in his most serious-mind that this exercise in parkour was really about practicing heroics. Heroes do this all the time, sneaking in an urban environment. And with his quirk Dark Shadow he needed all the shadow he could get.
He and Dark Shadow got pretty adept at moving quickly between the dark spots of apartment buildings. But what he was missing was a target. His red eyes capture someone who, while dressed in the best taste, stood out to anyone. With no real villain in sight he would have to settle on this one.
This fellow must be perceptive for them to spot a guy dedicated to looking onyx as possible. Tokoyami could end the charade now but...no. He whispers to Dark Shadow to scout ahead, worming along the ground. Just a thing of shadow making it's way.]
no subject
All of these thoughts seem to cloud his mind, but his eyes never leave that alley. And as a precaution, the moment he gets to that turn in the sidewalk, he makes a right--away from his house.
If there was someone tailing him, he could at least insure the safety of his family by leading the person away. But no one follows, nothing but the setting sun casting his shadow that licked at his heels across the crosswalk. Nothing that gave an indication that someone was on his tail. In hindsight, he felt a little silly, being so paranoid, but Fifth Sector and God Eden never truly left you once you experienced it--a special kind of hell on Earth that morphed your way of thinking.
Once he reaches the opposing sidewalk, he sighs, eyes shutting as he exhales out his anxiety.]
Must be my imagination...
no subject
He truly has no real idea on the other guy's intended destination or his true intention. But as Tokoyami attempts to watch him he notices how careful Tsurugi is. Maybe his suspicions about the other weren't unfounded.
Whatever the case, his game grows interesting. Night would be here soon, meaning more cover for him and Dark Shadow.
Shadow makes the forward stretch across the alley again, leading Tokoyami in his pursuit of the kid. Tsurugi's crossing of the sidewalk is the opening he needs, prompting him to race from his hiding spot to lay his back flat against the alleyway, Dark Shadow retreating to the darkness.
That is before Dark Shadow makes a small 'heh' noise.]
no subject
Another corner turned, another crosswalk to wait at, and he pulls out his phone to send his mother a text, saying he'd be a bit late coming home.
No sense in worrying her with the details, though. The last thing she needs is a heart attack about her other son potentially being in danger. Even if...that eerie feeling that he's being followed never officially left.
The soft 'heh' catches his ear, though, and his head snaps around in the direction of it.]
Show yourself!