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Chapter One: A Long Walk

This was possibly the longest walk of his life. His entire body was on fire. He felt every punch, kick, and headbutt that he had taken. His eye still hurt. His heart was hurt. They had won, and yet he still had to take this long walk—he had to take it alone. He hadn't walked home alone in a very long time.

He stopped at a park thankful that it was empty. Sitting on a swing he rocked back and forth a couple times before finally giving into tears. One, then two, then three, and soon his entire face was wet. His injured eye was stinging and eventually the patch he wore was saturated and uncomfortable. Heaving great sobs, he wanted nothing more than to fall to his knees and scream and scream and scream. It wasn't the time though. Not yet. He was nowhere near his destination. The goal was nowhere in sight.

"Chifuyu." He looked up and almost hoped that the face he saw was the one he wanted to see most. It wasn't, but it was damn near close because now he knew that this long walk wasn't one he was going to take alone anymore.

"Mikey-kun," he returned the greeting with a whisper of relief.

"What are you doing here?" His leader's empty black eyes looked down his nose at him. Chifuyu tried to find something in those dark depths and tried to find reason in the tight seam of his mouth and his solid stance. He narrowed his eyes and slowly lowered his gaze and made an attempt at an ironic laugh.

"The same thing you are," he said then looked back up with a wry smirk. "Running away."

Mikey, to his credit, didn't flinch from Chifuyu's glare. Meeting it with sigh and a matching grin he said, "I guess I am."

Chifuyu stood and they met gazes, this time with more warmth now that they new that this was a journey they weren't taking alone. The suffering awaiting them five blocks in the opposite direction would have to be experienced alone, but the walk…the walk was suddenly not as daunting as before. Still, their mission was a grim where no amount of muscle or fighting prowess would matter.

Strengthening their resolve, the two set off to break a young girl's heart.