He hated how disappointed he made his Boss. He never clearly expressed it, but Ain always seemed unhappy at how things went. He didn't know how else he could help when it seemed like Oki was in trouble., but Ain managed to find an excuse for him every time. So why did Ain keep him around for so long? He had been working there for a year, and he still managed to inconvenience them whenever some customer caused trouble. Still, Oki couldn't feel too sorry for himself or his Boss. They helped each other a lot, and despite it, all Oki could call Ain a friend. 

Oki walked everywhere since he didn't have a car yet. He knew how to drive and had a permit, but he also needed money. So, for now, he'd save up for a bike, then work his way up to a car. But god knows how long that would take. So he walked. Oki checked his cell phone, hoping that he'd get lucky just this once during his walk. He wouldn't have to fight anyone...His cell phone time showed 10:38. He cursed, flipping it closed to stuff it in his pocket. He looked around his surroundings, wondering if it was possible if he could lay low so he couldn't be caught. He didn't like the Idea 100%, but he took the shortcut through the alleyway. 

Bad Idea, right? Well, it didn't matter. Oki was not going home in the back of a police car. Or be mistaken as a suspect in a burglary. Either way, he just wanted to go home and forget today. 

So he went through the alleyway. Now, the difference about his primary way home was that it was a busy red-light district he had to pass through, so at night was when it was the most alive. Technically, it was 'safer' because of the number of people there too. There could be witnesses, more or less. But the alleyway was more...peaceful. You could still hear the sounds in the distance, but it wasn't much of a sensory overload.

He heard the crack of someone stepping on glass. Okay...

Oki knew better than to stop. He continued walking, acting as if he hadn't heard a thing. In the meantime, he pulled his phone out and pretended to be texting someone or checking his phone. That escalated so quickly that it was laughable. He noticed the footsteps a few seconds later; Oki never knew why or how he got into these situations. He was quite literally walking. But he decided he didn't want some random person following him home. So when he was at the point where he needed to turn right. He turned left. From what he could tell, it was only one person, and he could also say that the person was following him—turning left led to a dead end. 

He finally stopped at the wall. The person stopped just as abruptly, and before Oki could turn to move face-to-face with him, the person behind him grabbed his head and slammed it against the wall. 

Though he had to admit it caught him off guard, Oki almost felt something. The assailant had grabbed his arm and twisted right into the arch of his back, digging his backpack into his body. The deep voice behind him was evidence enough that it was probably a man. He didn't know their life. "Stay. Don't move." They ordered. "I'm not going to hurt you...I want your money." Oki mainly felt inconvenienced. "I don't have any..." He deadpanned. 

The man clicked his tongue, "Liar....You get tips from working, don't you? I saw you leave that restaurant..." He quickly opened Oki's backpack, rummaging through any crevice he could find. While the man occupied himself in finding any money, Oki figured he could do two things. A. Escape and have someone else deal with the man, or B. Kick his ass. Oki decided on the latter. He twisted his body so he could escape from the man's grip. Oki kicked him as hard as he could right in his stomach. He knocked the assailant off his feet, watching as he stumbled to the ground. Oki took no time to kick him while he was down. With a combat boot to his ribs, the man groaned out in pain. 

Oki was furious. Especially at the thought that the man could've hurt someone other than him. The man on the ground struggled to find his footing. The wind was knocked out of his lungs. He was struggling to comprehend the horrid strength of this kid, feeling his ribs break at the contact. "You fucking kid...!" Oki didn't give him a chance to finish whatever he was going to say. Suppose he was going to say anything. He bent down, grabbed the man by the hoodie, and threw him against the wall. When the man regained his vision, having seen stars when his head slammed against the brick, he turned to curse out Oki, but when he looked up, he faltered. He saw the look on the kid's face. 

Nothing. He saw no fear, no anger. Oki stared right back at the man. His dark eyes glazed over. He was angry but not angry enough to hurt him any further. Hell, he knew what it was like to feel the need to do this. He would never stoop so low as hurting a kid. "Get out of here. I don't need to beat your ass anymore." He spat. He let the man go and watched him scramble off. 

He watched him leave, but by then, he knew something was off again. Sure, the immediate threat was gone, and there was no reason he needed to be on edge, but he could feel it. 

Eyes that followed were locked in on him. He had decided not to speak up. If whatever knew that he knew, he was probably screwed. He felt something dripping off his forehead. So he did get injured during that little scuffle.

 

Oki was the most unlucky guy in the world.