Hunted

Ice cream? No thanks. The purple-haired fellow had seemed rather eager for the stuff, and Kyun, Kiyoshi and Choi had gone with him to the closest stall. Luo had expected no less; they didn't take their physique seriously. At first he had wondered whether they'd try to tell him not to leave, but luckily Takuya wasn't in a mood for sweets either, so he didn't have to break that 'nobody goes around alone' rule. For how long would that rule last?

Almost home. He looked forward to having a practice session with someone to target - sufficiently padded, of course - that was markedly more useful than beating up mats. Sparring with Jeong-Hwan would've been better, but that was no option when the guy was running around with Taro. That bastard Taro! Jeong-Hwan was supposed to be with him, not some silent Japanese that didn't even know Tae Kwon Do...

When silent Japanese were concerned, he was actually happy that Takuya didn't feel a need to talk. The yellow-haired guy was walking closer to him than he was familiar with from Japanese, but personally he didn't mind. He was used to Kyun; this was nothing in comparison. Sometimes Luo wondered whether Takuya had hopes in his direction, but he shrugged it off. Probably just reading stuff into things because of missing Jeong-Hwan.

And then he spotted a man about to slash the tires of his bike. What the fuck? He barely took in the attempted flame patterns spray painted onto it as he leaped over on top of the guy, grabbing the wrist and twisting the arm roughly in the hopes of making him lose that long knife. Hopefully he hadn't broken anything, but that was second priority.

There was a frustrated growl as the guy struggled to get away. It was easy to tell that he didn't work out much - or eat much for that matter - because he was just skin and bones. Soon enough the man seemed to give up and the arm went limp as the knife dropped. A pair of absent eyes stared at Luo with complete indifference and he didn't look like he had any intention of speaking.

The spiky-haired Korean didn't have patience for that. Still holding on to the wrist, he grabbed the guy's throat with his other hand and slammed him into the wall. It took an immense amount of willpower to keep from pounding that body into a pulp... hissing angrily, he scowled at the man and yelled straight in his face. "Now what the fuck did you do that for?"

The stranger's free hand slipped behind his back and the blank eyes blinked slowly. He opened his mouth as if about to say something but only a huff came out. There was a flicking sound and the hand quickly came back with a lit lighter, and with a barely audible word, "Burn," he put the flame directly under Luo's arm.

That stung. A fragment of a second later he had released the guy, but rather than use his other arm to rub, he used his side, thus freeing his other fist to nail the guy squarely in the face. He took two short steps away, then kicked the guy's hand as hard as he could, and when he saw the lighter hit the ground, he finally stopped to breathe. What kind of crazy dick burnt people? "For fuck's sake," he muttered under his breath, before punching the guy in the stomach.

There were grunts of pain and the guy was starting to slide down against the wall. Strangely, those blank eyes seemed to be less interested in the fact that he was being attacked and more interested in where the lighter fell. Once he recovered from the blows, he suddenly dove for it.

Luo shook his head as he let the guy's hand reach it, then immediately stepped on the wrist. He cast a quick glance to see what Takuya was doing, and the yellow-haired guy was standing next to him, apparently having picked up the stranger's knife. "This guy is nuts," he muttered to his friend, "he fucking burnt me."

Even with a boot on his wrist, the nut's eyes were still glued on the lighter. He whimpered quietly for a moment and tried to pry the boot off. After a few moments the blank stare came up to land on Luo once more and then he opened his mouth and eventually spoke again. "Let me have it."

Perhaps this position was good for making the guy talk? Luo rubbed his arm to try to distract himself a bit from the subsiding pain, then tried for eye contact. Or at least, he looked at the blank, expressionless eyes with a glare of his own. "Why were you messing with my bike?"

He blinked and the eyes went over to Takuya, as if he'd have more luck there. He stayed silent a few more seconds and then tried to pry the boot off once more. "Off!" No sign that he was about to answer the question. "Lighter, now!"

Squatting down, and for whatever reason amused by the situation, the Japanese slowly and methodically pried the guy's fingers off the lighter. What he found funny about this escaped the Korean, but he figured he'd let his yellow-haired companion do whatever he was up to. When it was finally free, Takuya took it and held it up out of the guy's reach. "If you want it," he said with a smirk, "you have to earn it."

All that earned him was a grunt and the fingers stretching out toward the lighter. If the guy understood what had been said at all, he gave no indication. "Give it." The blank stare disappeared as he squeezed his eyes closed and clamped his teeth down on the ankle of Luo's boot.

Takuya had the nerve to start laughing. The Korean was starting to calm down a bit, but having his bike screwed with, his arm burnt, and now his ankle bitten didn't put him in a mood to be amused. As he met the Japanese's gaze with a sigh, his companion spoke up. "He's such a genius..." He held the lighter closer to the man on the ground, watching him stretch and twist to reach for it. Chuckling, he straightened up and patted Luo's back. "Can I keep him?"

With a groan, the spiky-haired youngster watched the idiot keep continuing to try grabbing the lighter, despite it now being out of reach again. "What are we going to do? Put him in a hamster wheel and string the lighter up?" He shrugged and moved his boot off the wrist, and the man got to his feet, seemingly completely unbothered by any pain. It took less than a second for him to start trying to get the lighter from Takuya, and Luo soon slid an arm around his neck from behind to keep the moron in line.

The guy grasped the arm around his neck, the wrist that had taken the most damage was pulling with considerably less strength. After a moment, he gave up on that and reserved himself to just trying to reach toward Takuya. The grunting continued with sounds that might have been words in between, but sounded like mostly gibberish.

"I wish he didn't spend today's braincell on fucking my bike up." Luo gave a pained gaze over at his bike. Not a pretty sight. He'd have to take it to a friend and have him sort that out... which also gave him an idea. Couldn't drive it in case something had been tampered with, but rolling it over to Ooka's would be easy, thanks to getting there in time to save the tires.

His friend, Ooka, would clearly not do anything himself, but he knew people and had room for it indoors - which was more than they had themselves. He also ran a shady bar, and that's what his idea was related to. The toilets around there were usually in such a bad shape that people preferred a backstreet, and cleaning them wouldn't take a genius. The stench and whatever sickening substances would be floating about would be a suitable reward for their moron...

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This is a collab, written together with Chlover. You can find her author profile here: http://original.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=26260