Lucie launches her handbag at the man.

His hand is up Misha’s skirt.

At that moment, Misha escapes the trance and screams. She’d been raped. She pushes the unnerved rapist, making him lose balance. He stumbles, but not enough to fall as he grabs Misha’s ankles.

CRACK!

Her left ankle snaps. Misha lets out a squeal of pain. Kichiro watches in disbelief. How is this actually happening in front of his very eyes. He slowly opens the door into the carriage. The man glances his way. Kichiro has blank eyes. Dead eyes. He’s seen what’s happened clearly now.

A switch flicked in Kichiro’s head. He had to act.

Kichiro swings his bag over his shoulder as he approaches the man, who is now up to his feet. Misha watches on, clutching her broken ankle and winching in pain. Lucie is hurling insults at the man, in her usual yappy tone.

Kichiro, now a man on a mission, wildly whips his bag at the man with as much power as he can muster. It strikes the mans legs. He topples. Kichiro follows up with a right footed volley straight across the mans jaw, Wayne Rooney would be proud of that. He saddles on the now sitting man and ploughs into him with haymakers. Right, left, right, left… he stops. Breathing heavily, Kichiro stares at the battered man.

The train stops.

Misha and Lucie, now both silent, stare at the enraged Kichiro. He slowly gets up, collects his bag and walks back to his seat as members of the public start to fill the carriage, all gasping at the aftermath that Kichiro had left in his wake. Kichiro sits, plugs in his headphones and closes his eyes. He was exhausted, and it was still only the morning.

Lucie and Misha are taken off the train by the ticket men and helpful passers-by. They are still in shock by what they just saw this chubby, quiet, sweaty kid just do. A few policeman storm in and collect the two girls, whilst putting the defeated man in cuffs. Kichiro keeps quiet. The large crowds hide Kichiro as the police look around for anyone else who might’ve been involved. They leave.

The train slowly springs back into life as it pulls away from the platform.

What in the world just happened…

Kichiro walks into his lecture room, met by stares from pretty much everyone. He still hasn’t analysed his appearance since the train event. His knuckles are red, with skin missing. He has a blood-stained shirt, similar to a butchers’ who spent the morning chopping off chicken heads. His shoes are splattered in the mans’ blood.

Kichiro, taking no notice off the staring classmates, casually walks to his usual seat next to Yukio and Tora.

“Who have you killed then?”, Tora says, grinning, as he continues to adjust his spikey, bleached, heavily glued hair, using his phone screen as a makeshift mirror.

Kichiro calmly opens up his laptop. He says nothing.

Yukio tells on lookers to look elsewhere, and although Yukio has a weak, soft-looking frame, they comply. He’s worried about Kichiro, but doesn’t know exactly what to say.

The professor enters the class, diverting the rooms attention off Kichiro. Yukio ruffles around urgently in his backpack to grab his baseball cap. He gently places it on the stoney-eyed Kichiro to hide his killer-like expression. He puts his big bubble jacket over him, attempting to hide the blood.

“You’ll be fine…”, Yukio says, with an attempt at a friendly smile, but it is still all too clear to see that he is concerned.

Kichiro reaches out towards Yukio’s Justin Bieber like, long-ish dirty brown hair and lightly pats it, only once.

He still says nothing.

Yukio smiles, genuinely this time. He got the message.

The professor starts the class.