Bokutachi wa Akuma; Chapter Ten (Kanon)

Sitting in a ramen restaurant, listening to the rain outside, sat a man eating a huge bowl of his favorite ramen. At this quaint little restaurant, this man was known as a regular, coming at least three times a week. He slurped it loudly, as how tradition made it to be eaten. The chef across the table glanced up at him happily happy he enjoyed his cooking.

“Kanon that is your second bowl today.” The friendly chef was drying off a bowl with a white towel as he peeked over the waist high table. “Are you stressed?”

Kanon looked up at the friendly chef, his mouth full of noodles, they hung down still in the broth of the soup. Biting off the long excess noodles, he swallowed bits of what was in his mouth.

“Sort of. I think the weather has got me down.” His mature deeper voice was slurred from the noodles that filled his cheeks. “And the strange things happening around the city.” Kanon had big, round, dark eyes that beamed up from underneath his medium brown coloured bangs. All his bangs were swept to the side, and braids along the side of his head held most of his hair back along his ear. His round, full lips always seemed pursed; and were always smooth and pink, one would think that it was his charm point.

The chef placed the now dry bowl back in its designated pile and leaned over his work counter, closer to Kanon.

“Don't let all those stories get in your head. Its just some punks trying to get attention from the world.” The chef grabbed his santoku knife, gripping it as if he were to run it across someone’s neck. “They don't know the effect of killing someone has.”

Kanon took a gulp, leaning back in his seat, almost afraid of his neighborhood chef.

“Yeah, okei.” His voice quivered. “Ill keep that in mind.” Kanon pushed his bar stool back, standing up beside it. He pulled out his wallet, taking out three bills. He placed the bills cautiously on the glass showcase around the bar in front of the chef.

“Keep the change.” He chuckled nervously. “Have a nice day.” Kanon slipped his wallet back into his back pocket and darted out of the restaurant quickly.

Kanon immediately reached for his cell phone and text his best friend.

“Yo, Shiro. I think I just got threatened by that ramen shop owner.” He slipped his phone back into his back pocket and started in a slow jog down the wet streets. A small ding came from his back pocket, prompting him to search for shelter and read his friends reply.

“What’d he do K?” Shiroyuki had to stop calling him K, he had a name and Kanon was quite fond of it.

“He just held out a knife and said people don't know the effects of killing someone has. I was only mentioned that the happenings have my spirits down.” Kanon slipped his phone back in his back pocket and ran down the street again. He was getting soaked either way, running just seemed more appropriate.

“Well that is out of the blue. Hey come to the rink, I wanna practice more.” The rain may have had both of their spirits down, but they knew that the roller rink would bring their spirits up.

Kanon made one more stop under shelter to reply to Shiroyuki’s mail.

“Fine, I’ll be there as soon as I can.” He slipped his phone in again, for a final time; this time he would not reply to the mail and just run as fast as he could to the roller rink where Shiroyuki told him to meet him.