Last chapter was too short for my tastes. Thank you guys for being understanding to my shortcomings. I promise that I'll make this chapter better than the last.

Saitama kept sprinting, as the gust of wind trailed back from him. He was, like, give or take, five cities away from the Headquarters. He took a peak to his rear side, only to find that the heroes were still gunning after him.

Seriously? How the hell did they manage to keep up with him at this pace? Should he increase his velocity? Nah, that'll definitely mess up the landscape around him. The paperwork, financial drain, all that would definitely take a toll on him. He should run at a reasonable pace.

Besides...

Miles was already on the verge of throwing up on him. Jeez.

"H- hey, S- Saitama..." Miles groggily jerked his head, "C- can you slow down?"

Saitama scoffed, "Yeah, if you want those nuisances to catch up to us, sure. Just hold on. We're almost there."

"It's been like, three minutes since you last said that..." Miles held the gag from escaping his throat, "Shit..!"

Oh my god, looks like he's in quite the pickle himself.

I'm gonna give that Milo guy or something a piece of my mind for putting me through this bullshit. Now I got a nauseous teenager seconds away from throwing up on my favourite sweater. God fucking dammit.

His foot came to a screeching halt, as he went into the left side, hiding somewhere that the heroes can't see, at least, temporarily.

Saitama put the boy down against the corner, "We'll be here for ten seconds."

"Ten seconds?! That's not nearly enough to-"

"Do we have another choice?"

"Twenty!"

"Ten seconds is a great deal." Saitama deadpanned.

"Fine, fifteen then!"

"You're wasting those predetermined time as we speak, just settle down-"

"Nineteen!"

Saitama groaned, "Fine, twenty five!"

"Thirty!"

"Kid, I'm gonna ram you straight through the concrete if you keep this up." Saitama's eyes twitched, "They'll find us, and I'll have to punch them all over again if they do. I don't want any senseless casualties if I can help it!"

"Thirty five."

Saitama ran his hands down his forehead, as he finally conceded, "Fine, forty. Take your time." He sighed as he slumped into the ground. He could hear the multitudes of footsteps a few feet away from their area.

"What crawled up those guy's asses and exploded for them to be so adamant on catching you, anyway?" Saitama asked, almost to himself.

"Long story.." Miles said simultaneously as he faintly panted, resting his head against the wall.

"And what about that Milo guy?"

"Miguel. Miguel O'Hara." Miles corrected, "He's the... he's like me, but with fangs and claws, and a more refined physique, especially in the area around his shoulders."

"That brief description sounds like a Panther and Vampire hybrid situation to me more than a spider." Saitama replied.

"Right?"

"Is he a jerk?" Saitama asked.

"Oh, you have no idea." Miles said with a tone that hints at resentment.

Saitama snorted, "Next thing I know, he drinks blood to replenish his energy."

"Uh, actually I don't know about that."

"Gotta be cautious." Saitama then added, "Twenty seconds are up."

"Can we add more numbers to that?"

"Mallows, for the love of-"

"Relax, relax, I'm messing around, and it's Miles."

Saitama's expression contorted in an unpleasant manner, "Do you ussually joke around in a tense situation like these?"

"I mean, I guess? It's like a coping mechanism. You know, like a...like putting a barricade between myself and the problem."

"I see." Saitama replied with a nod, as he looked around to see if there was anyone creeping up without their knowledge.

His suspicions were confirmed, "Hiding like that isn't like you at all, Saitama-shi."

Is that..?

Someone came out of the bathroom stool, a man with a scarr plastered all over his left eye and a blond hair that extends to his shoulder, both ending at the opposing sides.

"King? What the hell are you doing in here?"

"The HQ called," King replied, "I- uh, they, filled me in about something concerning a multiversal kid, which, sounds peculiar to the ear. Is that...?" King pointed at Miles, who recoiled back at the gesture alone.

Saitama slightly moved his hand in front of Miles like a barrier instinctively, "So, did you come here to.."

"No, honestly, I'm hiding as well."

"Why?"

"Are you kidding me?" King protested, "You expect me to take you on?! I can't even face a wolf level monster without dropping into my knees, for crying out loud!"

"Oh." Saitama's hand shifted back, "Okay. Honestly, I didn't want you to be thrown into the mix as well."

King waved at him dismissively, "Relax. There are a lot of heroes besides me that weren't on board with this."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, surprisingly, Miss Tatsumaki stormed out of the room when the meeting regarding the detainment of that kid took place." King shrugged, "I don't know what got into her, but I'm pretty sure she wasn't keen on the idea of capturing a teenager against his will."

Saitama was taken aback by that information. Tatsumaki, of all people?

Damn.

Oh right. He has to ask him about this one thing.

Saitama then prompted to ask, "Say, King, do you know anything about the..." Saitama paused for a moment, lost in his trail of thoughts as his brain scrambled for the name that was given to him just a few seconds earlier, "The...Monitoring Eagle- wait, that's not it. Was it, Speed-O-Meter? Married Flock? Mending Hermit?"

"What?" King raised his brow in bafflement, meanwhile Miles only gave him an unamused stare.

"Oh wait, yes, I think I got it! King, do you know anything about this vampire spider hybrid guy, Milf Hectares-"

"IT'S MIGUEL O'HARA!" Miles snapped for a moment, "Can you not remember names well?"

"Yeah, what he said. Meter O'Manic." Saitama pointed at Miles with his thumb, much to his ever-growing exasperation, "Hey, don't look at me like that. It's not my fault that the guy has a such a tongue-twisting name."

Miles rolled his eyes, "You call that a tongue twister?"

King then spoke, "Well, anyway, I dunno about a Miguel O'hara, but I do know about a guy with a peculiar sense of fashion. The one with the large red spider emblem in his chest, right?"

"Uh, Miles, was that an accurate description of our guy?"

"Yes." Miles nodded, "That's him."

"Is he in the Headquarters at the moment?" Saitama asked.

"No clue, but you can roll a dice in it and pillage the entire place." King suggested, "Who knows, might also land you a couple of dimes while you're at it."

"Don't make a tasteless jab at my financial state." Saitama said with a displeased tone, "Anyway, thanks for the heads up. It's already forty seconds-"

"Actually, it's been one minute and thirty seconds since you hid here." King replied.

"That long?"

"If that's the case, can we-" Miles tried to propose again.

"No." Saitama interrupted the boy, before gripping him in the shoulder, saying a brief, "Kayillseeyoulaterthanksking!" As he hastily sprinted away from the deserted public bathroom, leaving King to himself in the misty space.

...

"I guess I'll head home for the day." King said to himself as he walked away.

...

His feet consistently tapped against the floor, rapidly propelling itself while gradually accelerating in pace.

Saitama warily looked around for any sign of hostile heroes, only to find none. Huh. As it turns out, hiding in a secluded place really did benefit them.

On one side, Miles isn't being a nauseatic idiot again, and on the other, nobody was after them, since they did lost them.

Why didn't he think of this early? Might've saved him some trouble.

"Yo kid, when we get to Mimicker-"

Miles didn't even bother to correct him anymore.

"-Give me a heads up. I don't know how precise my recollection of how his suit looked is."

"Yeah," Miles said, before making another witty remark, "As long as you don't refer to him as Multiversal Invader, I'll oblige."

"Hey!" Saitama protested, "I'm still trying my best to remember his name! It's... Metropolitan Festival, right?"

...

"Right?" Saitama inquired again, to which, he didn't receive any response.

"Oi, Miles, I asked you a question."

He only received a grunt as a response.

"RIGHT?!"

"Please stop."

"Miniature O'Shrimp!"

"Saitama-" Miles was interrupted.

"Metrical Osteoporosis!"

"Oh my god." Miles looked like he was about to jump out of his shoulder any second now.

"Mortifying Onslaught!"

"You're hopeless." Miles simply said.

Saitama scoffed, "I'll remember it, just you wait." He said as he accelerated towards the sunrise.