Part 2: Now...My Problem.
What felt like eternity Kyruie reached his destination. Dropping to his knees he dug like a wild animal at the soft dirt where he had buried his stash. At this point he didn't even care if people saw him or though him weird. But a small gasp of joy escaped his lips when his fingers brushed against the canvas of the bag. It was a very small stash, only enough for one use. One more time to forget the aches, pains and headaches of the world. Closing his eyes he touched his forhead to the stashed drugs a moment before he finally got the energy to stand up.
Obviously he couldn't use the drugs here, the area was far too exposed and he knew that he got a bit too friendly when on it. Where to go? Standing he had to steady himself. A hand to his forehead as he waited for the light headedness to pass, he took a deep breath as he tried to think. The best solution was to head back the way he came and then figure it out from there. Nodding his head he clutched the small canvas bag in his right hand possessively before picking up his pace. The desire to use the drugs fueling his increase in energy and eagerness to get to a safe place.
The way back was like the way there, lone alley ways though he was beginning to notice a few changes here and there. Knocked over barrels, the marking of feet skids on the earth floor. Looked like that man had a tough time catching up to the kid, if he did at all. Kyruie smiled slightly, perhaps he was in a better mood now, with drugs in hand. Soon he would be oblivious to everything and that made this terrible walk all the more worth it.
His smile though was short lived as a familiar voice was shouting but this time it was aimed as someone who was cornered. Kyruie knew the back of these alleys like they were tattooed in his skin, and as he walked past the dead end he caught sight of the mans hand flashing up before coming down to land a terrible blow on the boys face. The boy crumpled to the ground, the bread he had clutched to his chest now dropped. As if sensing this the older man kicked the bread viciously out of the boys reach.
"This will teach you to steal from my stall again! You worthless street rat!" Came the roar of the merchant as he went to kick the boy in the ribs. It was vicious with no effort to hold back his strength against a kid. Kyruie flinched, the scars on his back aching in memory at his own lashing for doing nothing. It was just a young boy...surely he didn't need to be beaten. Kyruie was certain would stop at one kick, but even as he looked up and caught sight of Kyruie standing there he only hesitated a moment before lashing out again and again.
Kyruie was appalled by what he saw, but was it his place to stop him? the boy had obviously stole from this merchant, but even this was too much.
"That is enough don't you think?" Kyruie finally spoke, perhaps a bit too late on his part but could you blame him? His own haunting nightmares were enough to cause him to start shaking. The merchant paused finally in his assault, only to then step on the boy firmly to prevent him from getting away.
"Mind your own business," He snarled, "Or would your rather I get the law enforcement here?" The merchant of course had just been guessing that with Kyruie skulking about that he couldn't be up to anything good. His words did have an effect on Kyruie. The merchant could see him stiffen and his hand tighten on the bag that was in his hand. "Yeah...just as I thought, I'll forget you were here if you just leave us." The man stated as he ground his heel into the boy who gave a sharp cry of pain.
Kyruie flinched again, the shaking in his limbs made him feel like he was a leaf about to fall off a tree. It wasn't any of his business what this merchant did to this boy. Some would agree that a thief deserved what he got. Kyruie on the other hand couldn't help but project his own child hood on this young thief. Moving he felt guilt building as the merchant gave another kick and the boys cry was enough to make him stop wavering on the edge of his own conscious.
Without knowing how he managed to dredge up the strength and energy Kyruie found himself coming between the man and the boy. A grunt issued from his own lips as a kick meant for the thief was landed on his shin.
"I said stop. Your going to kill him." Kyruie managed only to look up to a fist coming for his face. Wide eye'd he felt the blow on his jaw, he was lucky that he didn't bite his tongue but stunned for a moment he staggered, nearly stepping on the boy as he tried to fix his footing. Adrenaline. It was the only thing that he could think of that cause him to be able to act at all.
The younger male spat as he crossed his arms in front of his face to block another hit. It would seem that training with his brother would pay off. Even without a shield he used his arms to stop the assault on his face. The merchant was blowing off steam at this point, knowing that the 'junkie' wouldn't hold out long and he was not worth the dirt under his own sandals.
"Enough!" Kyruie managed to shout as he pushed forward, startling the merchant backwards as the younger male pulled down his arms to then punch the man in the nose. There was blood, the merchant looking surprised to see the scarlet come away from Kyruie's knuckles.
"You hooligan! I am going to report you!" He screamed as he backed away further.
"You will do no such thing, this boy is agony and then you took our your anger on me. The bruises will attest to that. You could be held accountable of murder if we don't see to it this boy gets medical attention. So leave." Perhaps it was the way Kyruie was standing, but suddenly the merchant seemed to realize that ...this 'junkie' wasn't some frail thing he could push around, rather he was well muscled and trained in the art of fighting.
Kyruie watched as the merchant, a hand to his bleeding nose, ran off uttering threats as he went. His own jaw ached, he was surprised he didn't break any teeth, that man had meant business. Moving his arms he winced lifting them to look them over, the dark bruises had already begun to show. The pain would come later and he had something that could help with the pain now. The bag in his hand was rather crushed, but luckily the contents were already a powder. He could take some now and it wold ease the pain but...looking down at the boy he turned around before kneeling.
The kid was barely conscious and it was quickly apparent that breathing was hard. Ragged and shallow he felt his guilt ride up into his throat. He should of stopped the man sooner.
"I am sorry...you deserve someone better than I to rescue you." He muttered as he tried to turn the boy, only to get a cry of pain in response. Staring at the bag in his hand...he knew what was the best thing to do and yet it was such a struggle to do the right thing. Groaning he shook his head before he finally opened the bag and went to distribute some of the drug into the boys mouth. There was enough there to keep the boy subdued from the pain, but not enough for two...
Sighing he shook the bag and out of an act of desperation licked his hand to get whatever powder remained there into his system. He gave a sad sound in his throat at his desperation, before he went to pick the boy up. He wasn't sure where he was going to take him, but the medicine he gave him wouldn't last long...that much he knew from personal experience. The bag was left where he dropped it before he went to find a doctor who would be willing to look after the boy.
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