Vol 1 Chapter 1.7 (2/2)

The threat clearly leaked out his voice and the two got closer to Fus.h.i.+mi’s face. Compared to last week’s interference with the delinquents this time the mood was easy to grasp. They were probably really in need for the money, but that didn’t necessarily mean that they knew the one who had beaten them was Fus.h.i.+mi and had come back because of that.

Fus.h.i.+mi stepped back just a bit. The kind of menacing atmosphere emitted that if they’d get even one centimeter closer, he’d head-b.u.mp them again. This group who had once already suffered that kind of counterattack, they weren’t so stupid to start a fight just like last time, would they…..? Yata promptly scanned the third years. One of them was grasping something in his blazer’s pocket—-these guys weren’t unarmed…..!?

The instant Yata caught a fleeting look on the something that looked like a Swiss Army knife, he kicked the third year who was holding his bike’s carrier in the chest. The surprised third year let out a groan and bent backwards. With a kick Yata rammed his bike between the remaining two and Fus.h.i.+mi. Flurried, the third years jumped back.

“Fus.h.i.+mi, get on!”

Yata sharply used the brakes and yelled to the back. It looked like the angry third years were about to capture Fus.h.i.+mi. He saw the flash of the knife that aimed for Fus.h.i.+mi’s face and a shudder ran down his spine.

“Fus.h.i.+mi!——”

By a hair’s breadth Fus.h.i.+mi slipped under the knife and ran to the bike. Yata immediately turned to the front and began to pedal. When Fus.h.i.+mi had caught up he jumped onto the moving bike’s carrier. Although it had felt like they couldn’t keep moving, Yata was surprised at how unexpectedly easy driving was and he hit the pedals with all his strength so that soon they were riding at full speed. „Don’t fall!“, he exclaimed, leaned forward even more and pedaled with all his might. Go! Go!

“Oryaaaaaa!”

Yata’s voice filled with all his spirit drowned the third years’ voices out; they had made a distance between them. They reached a downhill path and when they had gained another ten minute gap Yata stopped the bike and when he checked the back the bodies of the third years whose angry voices still resounded had completely vanished from the other side of the street. Fus.h.i.+mi too looked back while holding onto the saddle’s back and steadying his posture.

“Fuh- We narrowly shook them off.”

Their breathing had become heavy but it had been a real kick.

“If you would’ve tried to think about it it’s just obvious? It’s a circle where you sabotage their money in the game and then they come and take yours. And then what exactly had been your plan for that?”

“‘What’ you ask, I hadn’t thought about it.” Fus.h.i.+mi turned around to Yata, settled down and said that with a haughty expression.

“Huh?…..you hadn’t thought about it?”

“If you come up with a plan for the worst possible thing to do to those guys then you wanna destroy them with it as soon as possible and don’t give a thought about what happens after.” Fus.h.i.+mi had become serious and stubborn.

Astonished, Yata lost his temper and looked once more at Fus.h.i.+mi’s lenses.

“You….you are this full with self-confidence, but it’s not like that! They had a knife, didn’t you notice? This wasn’t like what happened the other day, you couldn’t just hit them and be done with it. If you knock about guys like this then an escalation is to be expected, think about it for a bit! Though maybe somebody ingenuous like you didn’t expect guys like that to be at school……”

”If you didn’t want to get involved with it then don’t follow me around. They aren’t after you since you don’t have any money at all it seems.”

“I- I didn’t say anything like that!? What the h.e.l.l, is your personality this crooked!? I did this for you…..”

Yata had gotten vexatious at the absurd argument and his voice had risen but he promptly went quiet. What he had said to the Yata-team was just like this. He hadn’t want to push his good intentions to save them. Now too, he hadn’t given his best and pedaled his bike because he wanted Fus.h.i.+mi to be grateful. “I did for you” wasn’t…the reason……

The horn of a pa.s.sing car was honked because the two were right on the driveway. If they had been seen by the police, even under normal conditions it would’ve turned into trouble because they were two sitting on one bike. Yata broke off their conversation, turned to the front and kept his mind on driving. They moved forward with Fus.h.i.+mi in the back who had stopped to talk and had become sulky, and Yata in the front who too had become sullen.

Yata had a firm belief as to why he had felt so thrilled when they had shook free from the angry third years and escaped them. Because he hadn’t been alone. Because somebody was riding in the back he had to pedal the bicycle with all his might to escape with him together from the bad guys, and wasn’t that kind of an exciting adventure?

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