DHMB: Oh I'm back. From outspace. I just walked in here to see that sad look upon your face. do do do dee do do do doooo.
Anyway, this is my first Kenichi story. I personally think Akisame is hot. Sakaki too, but everyone seems to write stories about him so I'll show Akisame a little love and do my thing by writing about him.
I ran as fast as I could down the street, my breath coming out in stuttered pants, my heart beating harshly against my rib cage.
The footsteps behind me were getting close, too close. I pushed my body harder, ignoring any pain I felt, and threw everything into my legs. My muscles screamed in protest, but my adrenalin overpowered this.
If they caught me…I pushed that thought from my mind and concentrated on getting away. I chanced a glance behind me and saw that my pursuers were closer than I would have liked. Fear raced through me and I screamed, hoping someone would come and help or at the least, distract them long enough for me to get away.
I turned to look ahead of me, only to slam into what felt like a brick wall. I cried out, feeling all hope I had at escape, dwindle.
Running into an obstacle meant I had lost precious seconds I could ill afford. Hands came up and steadied me, making me jump. I looked up and found that it had not been a wall I hit, but a tall man with wild black hair and white, pupil less eyes.
"No," I breathed, fear gripping me at the sight of him. Had one of my pursuers circumvented me to quickly end the chase?
"I'm not going to hurt you," he said in a deep voice. He released me and stepped around me, cutting off the group of men behind me.
"Yo! Old man!" one of the gang members sneered. "This has nothing to do with you!"
"Oh?" the man asked. "Pursuing a young woman with the intention of doing her harm concern's me very much."
"You don't want to go up against us, old man," another gang member said. "You'll get hurt."
"I think I can take care of myself," the man said. "I don't wish to fight you, though. It would be wise for you to just leave now."
"We'll leave, with the girl of course," one member chuckled.
"No," the man said, firmly. "She will be staying out of your clutches.
"Pfft, let's just waste this guy and then have our fun with her," one said, spitting on the ground and swinging a bit of lead pipe.
"Yeah," said another, cupping his bleeding cheek. "I get first dibs, though. Bitch fucked up my face."
"Stop your bitching," one hissed.
"Sir, you don't need to get hurt on my account," I said. "Please…"
The man turned his head and smiled at me.
"Don't worry about me, young lady," he said. "I won't even break a sweat."
The guy with the pipe stepped forward and swung, but the man dodged with incredible speed and delivered a swift blow to the back of the neck, knocking him unconscious. Another guy charged the man, who quickly side stepped him and struck the side of his head. He then effortlessly flipped the man onto his back. The two remaining guys looked unsure about continuing.
"Well," the man began. "Care to try?"
The two punks quickly shook their heads and scurried off. I stared at the man in wonderment. He turned and walked over to me, reaching down and tilting my chin up with a gentle hand.
"Are you alright?" he asked. My head pounded, my vision blurred and the world around me tilted dangerously.
"Thank you," I said, my voice uneven. "I-…" I stumbled, but the man quickly caught me, looking concerned.
"Are you alright?" he repeated. I looked up at him, the world spinning around me. The last thing I saw before darkness consumed me, where his worried white-eyes.