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"I know...that game was rigged anyways," Takemichi grumbles, too frustrated to admit that he's just really bad at aiming for targets. Ken thankfully doesn't speak about his inadequacy in throwing shit. Also, if Ken does decide to say something, then Takemichi probably won't have the energy to argue with him.
The trip back to Takemichi's apartment complex was full of quiet conversations, ranging from the stupid games they played at the festival to the people who shot them with odd looks for whatever reason. When they make it up the stairs, Takemichi is almost half asleep, practically sleepwalking down the hall. The only thing keeping Takemichi from passing out we're the items in his hands and Ken's presence.
They turn a corner, heading down the hall Takemichi lives on, thenβ
The two boys stop in their tracks.
Outside the apartment that Takemichi and his mother live in, stands a strange man. He's old, probably in his fifties, and has a cigarette between his lips. His black hair is slicked back with shiny gel and his face is twisted into a quiet scowl.
The man suddenly turns to the two young boys and his eyes widen. He takes the cigarette out from between his lips and squishes it beneath his foot, disintegrating it into a tiny bundle of ashes.
"Do one of you boys go by the name 'Takemichi Hanagaki'?" The strange man asks, making the two boys freeze on the spot.
Takemichi tenses up at the mention of his name, suddenly feeling the urge to run away and hide.
Ken, thankfully, keeps him from making any rash decisions.
"Why do you wanna know, old man?" Ken sneers, taking a step to stand in front of Takemichi, shielding him from the strange man.
The older man doesn't seem bothered by Ken's reaction. Instead, he chuckles, amused.
"Because I've recently received news that I'm a fatherβa father to Takemichi Hanagaki."
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