The next few minutes were spent passing details to the other, Shun had received the man's business card. If it could be called that it was more like a soiled napkin with a few numbers scribbled down.

Shun had handed him his phone number but didn't allow the man the other details he had requested like his home number and his home address. He wasn't going to give them so easily, he wasn't sure if he could trust this man but the promise of money had made him accept the offer presented in front of him.

Swinging his duffel bag over his shoulder he left the room flicking the grime covered light switch off as he went.

He shook his head moving the hair that hung over his amber eye. He really needed to get home; it was late night and, from what he had been told, sign up for a tournament closed tomorrow. If he wanted the money he would have to enter.

"So I take it you don't want a shot at the title around here?" turning at the sudden noise he hid the surprise that he had felt at the voice. Seeing the plump referee at the end of the corridor he nodded his head in a silent greeting. "What's wrong kid? You've got all your stuff packed away"

"Moving on" he answered simply as the man approached him.

"Really? That's a shame the crowd loves you" the man stopped in front of the younger boy, holding out his hand he added "we'll miss you round here, I know I'll be going crazy not knowing how the fight with the champ would go"

Shaking the referee's hand Shun answered "maybe I'll come back once I've finished, take on the champ and see who's best"

The man chuckled softly as he nodded at the youth.

"I'll look forwards to it, any reason you're leaving us or just moving to bigger and better things?" He asked as he looked over the boy who was easily the youngest fighter they had ever had. The age limit was seventeen here, but Shun had made a deal with him if he could beat one of the top ten he would be allowed to fight. The black haired boy had won his fight proving he was worthy to fight despite being underage.

"I don't know if I'm honest all I know is I'm entering a tournament"

"A tournament? Well good luck lad, be careful though the people in those things aren't the push overs that we get staggering in here on a Friday night looking to beat someone up to earn a few quid." The young boy nodded at the elder acknowledging the man's words, he knew it would be harder but he felt he was capable of handling himself.

"Thank you for your concern but I must be on my way, I'll be back to face the champ just make sure he doesn't get beaten before I'm back" turning from the man he gave him a half wave as he walked down the long hall.

He held a small smile on his face as he left, he didn't know the man's name but he knew that he was one of the only genuine people in this skip.

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Once he had left the fight club he wandered around the streets of the city, his amber eyes straying from the path in front of him and up to the star spotted sky.

It was such a peaceful night, owls in the leaf bare trees sending out their tune, it was the only sound filling the almost surreal night. No cars raced by, the roads were barren occupied only by birds which were pecking at the food scattered across the tarmac.

The full moon was illuminating the street, the lights which were supposed to be doing that job were broken, though it only added to the beauty that was the night life. It had always amazed him that despite the fact that he had to fight to survive the night air could sooth him; make him see that he could make it, that the crisp breeze that would blow at his short hair sending it flowing behind him as he walked, could allow him to feel free.

Another sound filled the night air shattering the beauty, the sound of a rumbling engine and the honking of an almost dead horn.

Turning at the irritating sound he saw the last person he wanted to see at that moment. Harry Dawson. Sighing he dragged his hand through his hair, why was he here? He had been looking forwards to his walk home, now this man was going to ruin it.

"What is it Harry?" He asked as the car slowed to a crawl beside the boy.

"I can see you're glad to see me Shun," the elder started as he looked at the youth his amber eyes shining in the moon light. He chuckled softly as he continued "do you wish for a lift home?" Raising a brow at the man he was tempted to turn the offer down but the wind began to pick up and the chill had a great effect on his answer.

"Drop me off near my place" he answered knowing the man should have no idea on where he was currently living. He had his suspicions that the man knew more about him than he was letting on that fact unnerved him but he pushed it to the back of his mind.

Right now he had to focus on registering for the first tournament and winning, after that he could worry about the man who he had met less than two hours ago. Besides he was on a month to month rent with the owner and could easily pack up all his things and leave the building. It was almost the end of the month anyway.

Looking back to the man in the beat up car he nodded his head at him as he walked around the car to the passenger seat. Pulling open the rusted hinge he slipped into the compact car, trying not to look disgusted as the sponge squelched under his weight.

"Good you chose the smart answer" Harry told him as he took the gear lever from the park position. The car spluttered slightly as its front wheels groaned as it began to pull away from the pavement.

Looking out the dust covered window his eyes followed the trees as they rushed past the accelerating car. The car didn't have a working radio preventing him from listening to anything to fill in the awkward silence.

Harry did try to fill in the silence though Shun merely answered with one word answers or the nod and shake of his head.

Eventually he gave up and let the silence refill the car.

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