Shion technically won because the drunk man fell asleep almost instantly, though the blood pouring from his nose made it look like Shion had slit his throat. Shion was hauled away by two quiet, softspoken men who were built like linebackers.
"Sorry, kid, you gotta go."
"Thanks for putting him to sleep, though."
They dumped Shion outside and politely closed the door in his face. Shion stared at the door, then turned in time to see Nezumi, who was now dressed as Nezumi, stomping towards him. Nezumi hadn't taken off his makeup yet, and his eyeliner was some of the best Shion had ever seen. It was strange, the details that stood out. There was one silver clip still trapped in Nezumi's dark hair. His lips shone slightly under the light from the bar sign. His parka was ripped in three places and had been mended in two. Shion swallowed as Nezumi got too close to him, slammed him to the wall, and spoke in a voice so cold with rage that it made Shion's stomach drop.
"I told you. To wait. In the truck."
Shion nodded. Nezumi had indeed told him this.
"You showed up anyway."
This was also true. Shion nodded again.
"How dare you."
Cravat's little head popped out of Shion's collar. Nezumi stepped back and Shion felt a chill hit his chest where Nezumi had been smashed against him.
Nezumi was looking at him without expression suddenly. "Let's go."
Shion followed him without a word, still feeling his stomach drop and drop and drop.