Hayato took Ryuutaro's hand and led him through the halls to his dad's office. Though much to his chagrin they are interrupted as a few vaguely familiar pair of thugs leaving from his father's office catch sight of Hayato. There's a moment of whispering before they make an effort or standing in front of the pair, smirking as they take in the sight of the silverette.
Hayato grits his teeth and separates his hand from Ryuutaro's, placing it on his shoulder to gently push him a few steps back. This was exactly what he was afraid of, people recognizing him. While he didn't remember who they were specifically, he could tell they were rather low on the totem pole mafia-wise... and that he had probably beat the everliving shit out of them before. Hopefully he could get around this pretty quick...
"Well, well, lookit what we got here. the little oriental half-breed."
The other man snickered at the comment, "I thought the cunt-eyed-Italian was dead."
He twitched a bit at the nickname... been a while since he had heard that. Now he remembered why he hated this place. He simply growled a bit at the men."Fuck off, I don't have time for you shit-heads."
Unfortunately they didn't seem willing to relent, instead turned their attention to Ryuutaro, "Oh look, you got yourself a little chink bitch too, just like your daddy."
And Hayato went rigid, his cheeks red from anger, and his hands balled up into fists so tightly his knuckles were turning white. But he didn't say anything. He didn't want to drag this out. He just wanted to leave, but they continued. One reached forward and pulled the corners of Hayato's eyes back, obviously making fun of his Asian heritage.
"But if you want to match you gotta make your eyes look more like this!"
The teen was quick to push the guy off him, sending him into the opposing wall hard. The other man grabbed Hayato by his shirt collar and nearly lifted him off his feet.
"Oi, you still want to try that shit with us, you little punk!?"
Hayato's expression didn't show any fear. Rather, it looked hardened. His eyes seemed to glaze over, his jaw set and stern. Looks like slipping back into his street mindset would be easier than he thought it would.
"Try that shit. I dare you. If I could beatthe shit out of you when I was twelve, think what I could do to you now."
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Hayato grits his teeth and separates his hand from Ryuutaro's, placing it on his shoulder to gently push him a few steps back. This was exactly what he was afraid of, people recognizing him. While he didn't remember who they were specifically, he could tell they were rather low on the totem pole mafia-wise... and that he had probably beat the everliving shit out of them before. Hopefully he could get around this pretty quick...
"Well, well, lookit what we got here. the little oriental half-breed."
The other man snickered at the comment, "I thought the cunt-eyed-Italian was dead."
He twitched a bit at the nickname... been a while since he had heard that. Now he remembered why he hated this place. He simply growled a bit at the men."Fuck off, I don't have time for you shit-heads."
Unfortunately they didn't seem willing to relent, instead turned their attention to Ryuutaro, "Oh look, you got yourself a little chink bitch too, just like your daddy."
And Hayato went rigid, his cheeks red from anger, and his hands balled up into fists so tightly his knuckles were turning white. But he didn't say anything. He didn't want to drag this out. He just wanted to leave, but they continued. One reached forward and pulled the corners of Hayato's eyes back, obviously making fun of his Asian heritage.
"But if you want to match you gotta make your eyes look more like this!"
The teen was quick to push the guy off him, sending him into the opposing wall hard. The other man grabbed Hayato by his shirt collar and nearly lifted him off his feet.
"Oi, you still want to try that shit with us, you little punk!?"
Hayato's expression didn't show any fear. Rather, it looked hardened. His eyes seemed to glaze over, his jaw set and stern. Looks like slipping back into his street mindset would be easier than he thought it would.
"Try that shit. I dare you. If I could beatthe shit out of you when I was twelve, think what I could do to you now."