10:00AM, August 29, Tokyo, Japan. Farther away from the center. A dark alley:
It had been a week since Hiroshi had taken little Fuyuki to his house. Saying it was to make Touma think better. But for the silver-haired man, it was just a lame excuse. Since by the behavior of his secretary, it could be said that he liked the boy quite a lot.
Touma was left alone in his large apartment again, but of course he couldn't sit still for long. He noticed that the gangs were active again. Before, he didn't know exactly what was happening for them to be so quiet, but he heard rumors that the police were investigating around that part.
"Where are you, Touma? – Hiroshi asks furiously on the other end of the line. "I didn't find you at your apartment. - He spoke taking off his glasses and tilting his head to the side. He wasn't really in the mood to get angry early on.
Touma was almost never at his house, and when he was he was either signing various papers or sleeping. He never worked inside his company building, only at home. Hiroshi always tries to convince him to work at the company, but he absolutely doesn't want to.
"Oh, I'm in area 3.4.5. - Touma replies Hiroshi yawning and with one hand in his pocket.
- What!? Hiroshi yells from the other end of the line. Causing Touma some discomfort. 'Come home immediately!' This area is not good at all! Hiroshi warns him, but Touma rolled his eyes and turned off his cell phone.
Hiroshi cursed Touma through the screen of his off cell phone, and after that he dropped his cell phone on the table.
"When you're home, I'll make you pay, Touma. He slams his closed fist against his other hand. - You will see! – Hiroshi just thinks about the face Touma will make and lets out a devilish laugh.
Meanwhile, Touma was standing on a 'deserted' street. There were garbage cans scattered around. Some nasty people who looked at him from above and tried to intimidate him, but who still didn't have the courage to go after him. The signs of establishments that turned on and off. And at the bottom of that alley, there was the person Touma had been looking for some days. And that he insisted on running away like a mouse.
That's what Touma and the others called him. Since he had the habit of always hiding in dirty and dark places.
Touma walked towards him with an indifferent expression and intimacy at the same time. With both hands in your pocket. After a short walk. He stopped under a blue voice and syllabled:
"Hey, ¹Katame mausu. He could clearly see Touma's bad intentions as he spoke. — When time. How's the eye? he asks in a playful tone.
In front of Touma, there was a white light that finally came on and showed a big, muscular man. Who wore an open black blouse, leaving her defined abdomen on display. His hair was blue and a little big. He was sitting and crestfallen. When he lifted his head, you could see an eye patch. A sadistic smile took over the man's face and finally replied Touma:
'It's too bold of you to ask about the eye you've damaged yourself.' Touma smiled at the man and he continued. "Fine. He's fine. But whenever I look in the mirror, the image of the bastard comes to my mind. - He says getting up and approaching Touma in short steps. The man was much taller than Touma, and he needed to look down to look into his eyes. Touma lifted his head a little and let out a weak laugh.
"I'm glad to hear you haven't forgotten about me." Touma takes his hands out of his pockets. "Because..." He clenches his fists. "You still owe me!" He punched the man hard on the chin. Blood spurted from the man's mouth instantly, and for an instant his pupils turned white. He almost lost consciousness. But just as he was about to fall, he held on tight to the ground.
"Your blows are still pretty heavy, shorty. – Touma scoffs, wiping the blood from the side of his mouth.
- There is! And you weaker. You were tougher. Almost fell with a single blow. — Touma retorts. He's barely exchanged words with the guy, but it's already pissed him off enough. He hates it when you call him short. He was short, but he needs no one reminding him about it all the time.
Katame was a man with a fuse as short as Touma's. He didn't like it when he questioned the force. He clenched his fists tightly and you could see his oats showing.
The feud between these two has been going on for a long time. Five years ago, Katame met a man who was codenamed Satan. The King of the Underworld. When he found it, the first thing that crossed his mind was:
"It's just a boy. It shouldn't be that strong..."
He bitterly regretted having thought that way of Touma. He challenged him and lost. And in addition to losing some of his honor, he also lost his left eye. Katame never tells why Touma made one of these. The silver-haired man was violent, but not quite. He broke bones, left bodies full of bruises, but he never committed an assault of this severity.
"Shortly, you pay me for doing this to my eye. — the man turns a little to the side and points his finger at Touma.
— Look man. – Touma sighs. "You know I didn't totally do this to your eye. I can say with certainty that much of this is your fault. Nobody told you to throw yourself in front. I warned. – Touma says, crouching down a little and raising his fists.
Katame does the same and the two advance at the same time. Katame attacked first. Touma dodged by ducking, so Katame just punched the air. Still in the same position, the man with the lilac iris punches the blue haired man in the abdomen.
Katame in automatic mode places his hands on his belly and takes a few steps back. Letting out a grunt of pain. Touma gives no chance for the enemy to recover. He throws two more punches on each side in Katame's face.
Katame drops to his knees coughing up saliva mixed with blood.
It blows an icy wind over those shadowy bands and takes Touma's silver hair. The blue light appears again over the figure of Touma with his fist raised and smeared with blood.
"Again you lost, Katame. He puts his hands back in his pockets and turns away from the man lying on the floor.
"The thing that annoys me most about you is…" he coughs once more. "Those clothes of yours have nothing to do with the weather. A thin smile appeared on the black iris man's face. — Next time, put on an outfit that matches, yo.
Touma is wearing a baggy white blouse, and the pants are also baggy black and a flip-flop. From the same he woke up went after the man. Never been one to worry about what he wears.
The silver-haired man let out a nasal laugh, and balanced on just one foot and turned around briefly.
"No, idiot. I won't wear a nice outfit until you accept a blow from me. So until then, get better and make me wear weather-appropriate clothing. He turns and walks away.
Soon some guys appear from the darkness and approach Katame in anguish.
- Boss! — helps him up. "The beating wasn't so bad this time. He glances at Katame.
— That kid was in a good mood today. - the other on the side speaks with some anger.
"No, you idiots. He was despondent. And not in a good mood. That he never is. - Katame says looking far at the horizon.
The two men who are helping him exchange confused looks. They couldn't understand anything Katame was saying.
"What do you mean, boss? – they ask curiously at the same time.
- Never mind. Only those who exchange punches understand. - Katame says and then motions for them to start walking. He needed to tend to the wounds. He didn't want it to get infected.
Touma walked to his house thoughtfully. He was still conflicted about Fuyuki's paternity and whether it was a good idea to get a DNA test. He couldn't find the answer and stopped. He ruffled his hair and clicked his tongue.
- What the hell! - he curses, already out of patience. He climbed the stairs to get to his apartment. He could have taken the elevator, but he was more into taking the stairs. He walked down the hall and finally opened the door to his apartment. He entered the space and got married on the sofa and lifted his head up and looked at the ceiling for a long time.
He starts to hear the sound of shoes hitting the floor, and he lets out a long sigh. He turns to look and finds Hiroshi with his arms crossed and frowning.
"I can't believe you went out to fight!" - Hiroshi speaks dissatisfied. Start walking to and fro. "You have to learn to be respon-as-bi-li-da-de. - Hiroshi intones the last word.
'But what do you want me to do?' Touma crosses his arms and sighs. — I've already finished my work and I still have it ahead of me by a month.
"You take advantage of being a genius!" - Hiroshi yells. "Even if you've done your job, can't I at least do something other than sleep and fight?"
"Hey, it's not like that either. I wash, cook, clean, study and take care of the company. even being far away
"Yeah, I can see you're a very busy person." He speaks with sarcasm. "But now, everything will change!" You'll take care of Fuyuki-chan and I'm sure he'll be very busy. He says excitedly. "Your genius won't help much now. You'll have to make do in your thirties and best of all: I'll watch everything without doing anything!
"Hey, Hiroshi, what's this bullshit you're talking about?" — He asks in a hurry.
— You will stay with Fuyuki-chan, because the documents say that you are a father. Once you have the courage to take the DNA test, it will make my life a lot easier and yours too. He explains everything quickly. "And I, I'm going to love the way you look when I find out the truth." Touma this time, you danced in my hand! He lets out a loud, devilish laugh.
Touma is unresponsive. It freezes for quite some time. And he, thinking that Hiroshi would spend more time with the little one.