Even with the lack of streetlights in the area, Kyoya could clearly see four men in that alley, passing drugs to eachother. The sound of his tires scraping on asphalt alarmed them.

“Nothing to see here shounen. Keep walking.”

Kyoya didn`t move. The untidy hair streamed down on his face, covering his eyes.

“Oi bouya, this place ain`t safe for you. Get the fuck out already!” The one closest to him said, before approaching Kyoya.

With a face that looked high, he continued:

“Bouya, need money to patch up your tires? We`ll give you some so get lost!”

It was then he noticed that Kyoya was holding his phone. The guy paused, to suddenly snatch it from Kyoya`s hand, at a speed he could not react. Kyoya`s pupils expanded, and he instantly locked his sight on this guy.

“Hora, We`re just using crack for fun OK? You shouldn`t poke your nose in others` business. Now we`re taking this phone from you, go get it at lost and f…”

A downward roundhouse grazed his carotid artery, ripping off three buttons on his shirt. The momentum delivered another spinning back kick to the guy`s stomach, knocking him back and down on his knees.

Kyoya dashed forward, faking left as the guy put on a high guard. In mid air, he swiftly coiled his body, swinging the 180 switch kick at his target. It was block by a three point guard just in time. [Sneak your neck below your shoulders, cover your head with the arm on that side and support its elbow with the other arm] The heavy impact bent him to one side, but he dashed in, shoving Kyoya off balance with his shoulders.

The guy behind caught Kyoya`s fall, immediately restraining his arms. He struggled, but to no avail.

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“Hora! Calm the fuck down already or I`m gonna choke you out! We ain`t fighting here!”

“Bring your Karate to beat up real thugs man, us here ain`t gonna hurt nobody!” The other guy talked as he stepped in Kyoya`s range.

His chin was swept sideways with a crescent kick, before he collapsed on his feet. Not wasting a second, Kyoya jumped, and with his flexibility, his legs splited. They forcefully grasped his opponent`s legs by the back of his knee, pulling him off balance. Combined with his torso pushing, the guy`s nape struck a wall and was knocked out cold.

The battered phone was lying on cold asphalt. It was already broken. Kyoya`s fist clenched, yet he had no choice but to walk his flat bike home. When he reached the open road, an expensive car pulled up in front.

Kyoya tried to ignore it, but the door opened. A western woman got off. Brown hair covered the outline of her attractive face. Her aura was clearly of someone over 40, but the curves on her body told him she was ten years younger. Even though it was below 20 degree [Celcius] outside, an elegant black dress and a short fur coat complimented her sex appeal. With terrible pronunciation and grammar, she called out:

“Shounen! Over here!”

Something about this woman made him unable to reject. A burly man in black suit appeared in response to Kyoya moving near.

“I saw you fight over there. Very impressive for your size and age, I must say.” Her tone danced “Someone like you shouldn`t be walking around looking this poor.”

He avoided her eyes. Somehow he felt like telling them:

“I just got fired from my job at a pub. It`s… It has been a terrible day for me…”

“How unfortunate~” She slightly frowned “I can tell you are trying very hard for somebody right?”

“Eh?!”

“What is it? You have a girl? Or… Is it your family that has been facing financial difficulties lately?”

“Anou… Eh… My… My mom has to… cover our living expenses… I… I don`t have a dad…”

“Oh~ Poor thing.” The woman bent down to touch his cheek.

“Hii!”

Kyoya moved, but the other hand caught his face. His eyes shifted, but her hands turned his head to face hers. Caressing his jawline with her thumbs, she whispered into Kyoya`s blushed ears:

“Everyone has been mean to you…”

Kyoya swallowed. He felt her breath stroking the side of his face.

She stood up straight, and continued:

“What is your name, shounen?”

“S-Sougo Kyoya…desu.”

“Ah~ Mine is Celestyna. Demitri, give him our contact details.”

“If you ever want to make money with your fighting talents, call me.”

Celestyna smiled, and went back in her car. Dimitri threw him a glance and drove away. Kyoya was there in the cold night, his cheeks still felt the touch of her delicate hands.