I was cold. Hakka could feel the cold air penetrating his jacket. Of course, it wasn't like it was odd for this time of year. No, it was the middle of winter for god's sake. A light snow had befallen the city in which he and Zen had chosen to take refuge in for that week. Being well known fugitives made it a bit difficult to stay in one place for long.
Hakka pulled his dark red scarf over his face now: halfway to keep the cold out, halfway to cover his face to curious onlookers who might recognize him from the news. It was amazing how a wad of cash could get you anywhere and every where in this world. He was able to bribe the doorman and the owner of every hotel to get him and Zen a private room secluded from the rest of the world. And even local shop owners would gladly close down shop and let him in the back so he could get all he needed without being questioned with enough money.
Zen planned another bank robbery tomorrow; they needed some way to keep the oodles of cash coming in. So like they have been doing for the past month after the run in with the government Zen would send him to go get everything they needed before going to the next city, undetected.
Hakka pulled the paper bag full of food, new clothing and flavored condoms close to him. It was a basic list; he got the same things every time. It wasn't unusual for Zen to bring home men and women alike. He was a loose man free to choose his own sexual connections, but he didn't need the man whore getting sick or getting a whore knocked up. That would just make things more difficult than he wanted to deal with.
Hakka sighed at this thought as he walked against the wind. He wasn't jealous, no, far from it. Or at least that's what he kept telling himself. So what if Zen was enjoying his life as a free man and he was still trying to accept his choice to become evil to destroy the evil that had killed his family? He wasn't going to get involved. Zen was his partner, that's all he was and all he would ever be.