Chapter Twenty-One
As Kyo slept, he dreamed, for the first time in a very long while. He dreamed not of pleasant things, but instead of needles, of gutted sky scraper skeletons, of the smell of rotting flesh. He awoke, surprised not to see the objects from his dream, but instead the window, whose blinds left steams of light running across the bed and himself. He got up and grabbed his duffle, on top of which he had laid his leather jacket, and his helmet from the card table and headed to the kitchen. He couldn't bring himself to say anything to Ichiro. He expected that if he tried, Ichiro would convince him to stay.
Kyo walked into the garage, and put his duffle onto the back of his bike, which he then led outside, avoiding opening the door electronically which would probably wake up the entire house, and probably some neighbors. He viewed the street for the first time without sunglasses or motorcycle visor, and then turned to look back up at the house. As he scanned it over, he could see Saya sitting in the window of her and the kids room, looking down at him. She didn't gesture, or attempt to yell out though she could have opened the window. They just stared at each other a moment. He then turned back to face the street, put on his helmet and got on the bike, which he started quickly to try to keep someone from running after him. He took off into the night down the road he should have just kept traveling down in the first place.
'This place will be the end of me,' he thought as his red taillights hung streaming in the air behind him.