Chapter Five
Zasshu finally arrived to the comforts of home, shutting the door as quietly as he could. He could hear a microwave's soft, hypnotic hum from the kitchen...
What was Meinai making?
Zasshu thumped his way to the kitchen, now not caring for the creaking boards, as they announced his presence to Meinai, the Mole facing the microwave.
"Zasshu...you're home a bit later than usual." Meinai said, in a slightly suspicious tone.
"Oh, me and my friends were out messing around, we just lost track of time!" Zasshu lied, trying to sound happy.
Zasshu knew that Meinai would feel guilty, with Zasshu having to work, so pretending to have friends is a better option.
Meinai dropped the tone, and gave a small smile. "Oh, gotchya. Sorry kid, just a little worried. Y'know, that reminds me of when I was just a year older than you..." and the mole continued into a long story, about his younger days of general tomfoolery and throwing caution to the wind.
The two relaxed the rest of the evening, enjoying the contents of the microwave together. A bowl of Mac and Cheese.
Meinai couldn't cook the real thing, but he could warm up a mighty fine bowl of freezed Macaroni.
The sun fell and the moon rose, as they had always, and Meinai fell asleep after Bright Stars, as always.
Zasshu couldn't help but feel that both occurrences would last till the end of time.
Zasshu sighed as another weekend ritual began.
Zasshu snuck to the closet, changing his own Jacket into one that was black, and quite baggy. Zasshu balled up the previous one, and stuffed it into his pocket, for...later use.
Zasshu left the house in his usual, sneaky fashion, and took to the streets.
He made sure to follow the path he took in the morning, though he never entered the Back Alley...
He studied the cars along the street, appraising each one, half predatory eyes aiding him in the darkness.
The first car was too bare, dirty, and had claw marks. Whatever Animal drove this was in the same boat.
The Second car was...well, as Meinai would say, 'Busted to shit!'...
The third was similar to the first, though Zasshu could spy the barrel of a gun poking out the bottom of the seat.
Fuck that.
The fourth, however, was different. It was black, Zasshu didn't know the make and model, but it looked modern, and expensive.
Peering in allowed Zasshu to see...
A champagne holder in the back seat! This car had to have something, maybe for emergencies, maybe for show...
Zasshu didn't really care which one.
His eyes scanned the street, and he found the perfect Brick.
He wrapped his old Jacket around it, making a sling, and swung it around twice for good measure.
Crash!The sound echoed through the street as Zasshu instantly opened the door from the inside, one hand was used to open the glove box, the other to check under the seaZasshu didn't have long.
Glovebox was a bust, but under the seat a thick wad of paper was hidden! Zasshu pulled it out to inspect it, it had a rubber band and everyth-
"The fuck are you doing to my car!?" A voice roared from the alleyway.
Zasshu's head flipped back, shining in the light of an open door was the outline of a large bear.
Hey y'all, its me, Noon. So, some things I need to Adress. The name of the crocodile in the last chapter was
M R N I K U
It doesn't seem to show, I do not know why.
Also, we can say goodbye to the 'Normal Life arc'!
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