Shizuo was walking down the street with his hands in his pockets and a lit cigarette in his mouth. The day had been pretty peaceful; Shizuo helped Tom collect money from whoever owed him it and now Shizuo was taking a nice stroll down Ikebukuro. Peaceful days in 'bukuro were rare and he wanted to enjoy it while it lasted. That's when something caught Shizuo's eyes. A suspicious gang of boys were following a young boy wearing an American baseball cap and had earphones in his ears. The kid was completely oblivious to his surroundings. Shizuo wasn't surprised when the gang covered the boy's mouth and dragged him into the nearest alleyway. The well dressed man sighed, he didn't want a confrontation but the kid needed help. He made his way towards the alley and saw one boy holding the boy with the baseball cap's arms while another one punched him in the stomach. The boy with the cap groaned, coughed up blood, and fell on the ground. The two thugs dropped the boy and searched him for money. "Oi, you two!" The boys stopped and stared at Shizuo. "You better get out of here." One of the thugs smirked "Oh yeah? What are you going to do if we don't?" "Listen kid, you two better get out of here before you piss me off." "Listen old man it's two of us against you, and we never lose a fight. SO why don't-" "I'm tired of talking!" One of the thugs rushed at Shizuo full force with a switchblade in his hand. Shizuo grabbed the punk with one hand and held him up by the back of his shirt collar. "I hate violence. And you just tried to cut me with a blade" The former bartender snapped his cigarette in half and stepped on it. A punch was delivered to the thug that sent him flying. His partner dropped the backpack and took off. Shizuo eyes the young boy lying on the ground. "T-Thank you." He managed to mutter before passing out. Shizuo knew he had no choice so he slung the boy's limp body over his shoulder, grabbed the boy's stuff and headed off.