2 - In the alleyway
His coming into scene was for Fuu like a breath of fresh air. Regardless of who this mister rash was, he'd distracted those cops enough for her to be able to scoop up the bundle she'd dropped to the ground, and steal into a shadow of the alleyway. From her newly acquired bystander status, she looked on.
The guy's interruption had put the cops on the spot. He was a disheveled sort of attractive man, with a slight stubble on his chin and weatherworn clothes (and sneakers). His hair appeared to her as rather comical, too. Apparently he was asking them something, and they looked outraged, as if he'd brought to light how they'd been abusing her. Though she found it vaguely odd that he kept talking to them about her as if she were a "kid". Ugh, and she unconsciously rubbed a bump she'd gotten in her little ghost-of-a-scuffle.
What happened then was very sudden- they launched at him, both of them at the same time, and something odd he must have done, because two seconds later there they were, all sprawled out on the dusty ground, and he was calling her,
"C'me on kid, let's get the hell outta here,"
and then it was as clear as a bell that that was her cue to escape.
The people in the street didn't have time to get surprised, they two sprinted past the crowds and in no time they were blocks away from the incident, she was panting and he was smirking smugly.
"So, seems you got lucky today, kid," her unorthodox saviour commented smugly.
"Y-yeah," she said, still half-out of breath. "Thank you, really," and when she stood up fully and her hood accidentally dropped, it must have come as a rude awakening for mr. saviour, because his expression changed completely, and he looked perplexed, if anything.
"Weren't you a boy two secs ago?"
She didn't find it funny, but couldn't just go snapping at her rescuer. She puffed her cheeks and shook her head.
"Well, whatever kiddo," he said, and was about to walk away with his pride unmaimed, when shouting reached their ears, and it became obvious that they were looking for them.
Just then, Mugen noticed that this girl was clutching a package as though it were made of pure gold.
"What's that?" he asked, coming up to her to get a clear look at it. She backed off slightly, the calls and shouting coming closer to them each minute. Without waiting for her reply, he grabbed her wrist out of instinct and began running down a side-street, then turned at an alleyway, and suddenly Fuu found herself being shoved into a random house, the guy getting in right after her and closing the door after them. It was pitch black in there, she supressed a shiver.
"What's this place?", her voice a whisper.
He must've shrugged. "Dunno," he replied flatly, "Now, weren't ya about to tell me about…"
"Ugh," she fidgeted, apparently he wouldn't let her bury her head in the sand… "It's just some medicine…"
"Ah? Medicine?" he sounded so disappointed she almost felt pity for him. "Yes… my mother is very ill you see… and our home was burnt to a crisp so we've nothing left… and she needs it."
He hmmed. "Right, it must be kinda expensive medicine," and now he sounded ironic or sarcastic or something like that.
Everything was still, as if nothing was going on in the world out there- Mugen drew a lighter from his pocket and lit the place. It was some old cellar-like room, uninteresting and filthy.
He dropped down to the floor, making his back comfortable against the wall. Seeing her purse her nose, he dedicated her a smirk. "You find a spot girly, we can't go out till it's dark out ya see."
She bit back a sigh. Right, being at loggerheads with the police wasn't just a warrant for comfort or something…
A/N: chapter two! cheers!