:..[—♔:..The blond was on his way home from another run in with his former gang, the Yellow Scarves and after all that had happened, the boy was worn and tired from the long ordeal he just gotten done dealing with. There hadn’t been very many of them, which was by far a good sign but if any more had shown up at the time, Kida would probably have been done for. He was grateful that the numbers had been few and that he was able to be on his way with only a few minior scrapes and bruises here and there. Making his way across the street, he kept his expression dark and forlorn. It was obvious to anyone who knew him that he was broken inside. What had just transpired was almost beyond his control but he knew it was his fault when the members finally stopped listening to him. What he had done however, was an act of self defense and if those bastards were rendered unconscience because of him then so be it. Being the former leader, he wasn’t going to stand having such a thing happen. They all should have known better than to try and outnumber him like that. He could be ruthless when he wanted to be and drastic times called for drastic measures of course and if this kept up, he would do what he would need to, even if it didn’t necessarily‎ mean fighting fair.

To add onto all of that, he had noticed Mikado walking through the streets, it wasn’t so much out in the open now but Kida knew for a while now that Mikado had indeed seemed rather off for quite sometime now and when he caught a glimpse of his figure, he couldn’t help but seize the opportunity to follow him. The faux blond doubted that Mikado was the type to have a purpose for walking in a place as dreary as this but then, he wasn’t so sure.

Taking notice that his friend in front of him by a few inches had pulled out his phone as if he was to answer someone. Kida braced himself for whatever was about to come next and he was certain that he wasn’t going to be happy about it. He stood there watching the noir with a blank expression upon his face and he released a minor exhale as he watched him slowly begin to turn around and face him.

“Somethin’s been goin’ on with you, Mikado. I can just tell. Tell me what’s been going on. I just don’t wanna see anything happen t’ you.”

It was dusk by now and the teenager was starting to feel the urge to go out for a brisk walk, around the city as he so often did as a means of clearing his head. He began heading out his apartment door with no place in particular in mind and after what had felt like a few hours, he stopped a bit, seating himself on a step of a staircase. He began to sigh to himself wondering where his best friend had been hiding now. It wasn’t like Mikado to just not show up at school. And he admitted that it had indeed been a while since he had last visited. Maybe he was due to try that again. He doubted he had any real cause for worry anyway. The boy was probably held up in his room studying but even still - the blond couldn’t shake off the feeling he was having in the pit of his stomach right now. He was trying not to give in but his thoughts proved to head for the worse.

Suddenly standing, he lifted his head up some to gaze off into the distance. A figure caught his eye at random and without hesitation, he followed. He wondered if that could be Mikado by some shot of luck. He couldn’t imagine why he would think such a thing but he remembered how suspicious his friend had been acting since he’d seen him last.

Taking a few more steps, he nearly lost sight of the figure. Suddenly, he could have sworn he’d heard Mikado’s voice and quickly began giving chase. Finally, he arrived at the scene of what looked to be at least several older guys and there stood Mikado. He looked nothing like the way Kida had ever seen him before. He looked - different somehow. Kida didn’t like what he happened to get a glimpse of but remained silent until the group left. He was just about to leave himself until he was met face to face with his friend.

“Yeah. I saw that. Care t’ explain what it was about?”