Present- day AU. Takes place in the suburbs of some large American city.
two birds with one stone
He'd come under fire, which meant that if he didn't hide, those bastards would try to make him foot that damn bill that wasn't even his. He'd be counting the cost of his little recklessness for a while now, and he could picture his near future clearly, and didn't like a bit of it.
On the other hand, maybe it wasn't that much of a bad idea to keep a low profile for some weeks. It was long since he'd broken the bank, and though he'd managed to come by cash in varied ways, maybe it was just better to chill down and go back to the drawing board. Oh wait, whichever drawing board he meant? As if he ever planned anything…
As he prowled down the street, just trying to be like a drop in the ocean among all the people coming or going, some sort of ruckus in the entrance of an alleyway caught his attention. It was stronger than him, whichever thing that didn't toe the line was a magnet to his malice, whichever wrongdoer he came across was an instant ally. He was just like that.
As he squinted his eyes to see better as he drew closer, a situation became apparent. There were two of them, those monkeys-in-blue the decent people called policemen, trying to wrestle this worrisomely thin kid to the ground. It was amazing, though, the franctic way in which the fragile-looking hooded guy struggled to break free from them- two big, bulky cops, twice his size. He just didn't seem to grow tired of kicking and fistfighting empty spaces. Wouldn't seem to give in to his plans of escaping going up in smoke.
Mugen was not the good guy of the story, but he didn't just pay lip-service to his convictions either, and so, sure of being taking a step in the right direction, he came up to the cops.
A/N: Hey! I'm reposting this story because internet is a bitch and messed everything up. Hope you enjoy it! Reviews/ comments are greatly appreciated!